Thriller Trainee

The more he thought about it, the more Zong Jiu felt that his idea was feasible.

Others couldn't touch it, but he did. If he followed this line of thought, it would be no problem to break it.

He must verify it when he has a chance.

Although Zong Jiu didn't believe in the prophecy, whether from the perspective of ability or from the various things that happened before, he and No.1 were like tit-for-tat, just the opposite.

It's fine if he could know the vest, but if he could also break the puppet line, if Zong Jiu was a demon, he would have to rush to kill this chosen son.

If they hadn't had a grudge before, Zong Jiu might have just stood by and watched.

But since they had a grudge, Zong Jiu was not a coward, and he was happy to make the other party unhappy.

After he made up his mind, he put this idea aside, turned around and asked in a low voice, "You said before that No.1 is in this dungeon, so what exactly does he want to do?" Zhuge glanced at him, "I will tell you after this dungeon is over." All right. Zong Jiu shrugged, did not ask any more questions, and continued to follow behind Lao Qiang. This time the dungeon was restarted, like a knife hanging over everyone's head. The seven-day dungeon time was restarted on the third day, and what was more terrifying was that they had no clues or clues. The newcomers all looked sad, and no one spoke along the way, shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere. This time it was a matter of whether to give money or not, and the only empty earth house in the village was occupied by them. The other team had not come yet, and it was unknown what they would think of, but Zong Jiu didn't care anyway. Looking at Lao Qiang's back, Xu Sen turned back and said, "Should we follow him?"

Zong Jiu waved his hand and said, "There is no need to do that. Lock the door tightly and let's sort out the clues first."

After hearing this, everyone sat down on the ground obediently and formed a circle.

After closing the door, the light in the earth house dimmed, and only the window on the side was still shining.

Everyone was thinking before, and the shock and urgency brought to them by the sudden restart of the copy made them subconsciously ignore the burning hunger in their stomachs. When everyone sat on the cold ground, they began to feel uncomfortable.

After being a trainee for so long, even if there is a large gourmet restaurant in the trainee dormitory, it is just to satisfy the desire for food. When it comes to the feeling of hunger, many people feel as if they were in another world, but the hunger comes fiercely and unstoppably.

"Our team has no dry food, what should we do?" Xu Su covered his stomach, wanting to cry but not tears.

Just in a short time, his hunger value dropped from 19 to 15. Now looking at the red numbers, the whole person feels shrouded in the shadow of death.

Others also frowned, "How about we go to the nearby woods to hunt some wild game?"

Everyone unanimously skipped the suggestion of finding food in the village. After all, according to the news brought back by the black-clothed Azan, the people in this village have the evil habit of eating human flesh, which makes people sick.

"But there are deep mountains behind the village..."

Most of the special props in the hands of the trainees are some supernatural props, such as various F-level talismans, etc., and they rarely have physical attack properties. It is not much easier to hunt wild game than the indigenous people of this era.

Besides, in this famine year, people can't eat enough, let alone animals?

Someone whispered: "Well, even if we can catch some snakes, it can be eaten."

"Well, I'm afraid that in this weather, the snakes are hibernating."

"Are we going to catch mice near the old earth house before?"

When thinking of the gray fat rat, many people began to feel sick.

Rats are already a rare delicacy during famine, but they are a challenge for trainees.

The hunger penalty given by the system is really terrible.

The trainees don't want to think deeply. But to put it bluntly, once this value is added, it is equivalent to them standing on the same level as all the famine refugees in this copy, and no one is nobler than anyone else.

When survival is facing a test, people's moral bottom line will drop again and again.

The same is true for trainees.

[Alas, this copy of the famine mountain village reminds me of the A-level horror copy "Deadly Poison Gas\