Thriller Trainee

The moment he saw Lin Guoxing, Zong Jiu frowned.

He took a step forward, squatted on the ground, and pretended to be doing an examination.

The other party looked really miserable.

Not only was his face covered in blood, but the flesh on his neck was also flying into pieces, and the bones were clearly visible. At this moment, his eyes were tightly closed, and he looked in pain. If it weren't for the weak breath between his nose, I might have thought that he had passed away.

The white-haired young man watched this scene and calmly moved his foot away from Lin Guoxing's hand.

It is obvious that the devil has a much deeper control over Lin Guoxing than it does over Anthony, a barbarian. Otherwise, Zong Jiu would not have been able to touch so many threads with just a wave of his hand.

After all, even if five puppet threads were inserted, Lin Guoxing was just a puppet of the devil. If he lives, he can continue to work for the devil; if he dies, the devil can find another puppet. But getting back to the subject, whether Lin Guoxing is alive or dead, he has not lost anything to the devil.

But the appearance of the other party in Zong Jiu's eyes was by no means an accident. On the contrary, it was more likely to be the realization of a conspiracy.

Someone asked worriedly: "Senior Lin, are you okay?"

Zong Jiu waved his hand and casually touched the top of his head while smiling gently, "It's just that the injury is a bit serious, it's not a problem."

other people:"......"

They looked at Lin Guoxing lying in a pool of blood and hesitated to speak.

Is this okay? ? ?

But in the eyes of some A-levels, these are indeed nothing.

The trainee only needs to take a breath and return to the infinite loop with his life hanging. At the cost of five hundred survival points, he can return to the main system and be as alive and kicking as before.

As a result, Zongjiu was only halfway through laughing when his fingers froze in place.

Because there was nothing above Lin Guoxing's head.

No puppet wires, no cold iron wires.

There was nothing there but hard earth.

Zong Jiu realized something. He kept the expression on his face, stood up calmly, and gave up his position to other old people who came to rescue.

In the darkness not far away, someone curled his mouth provocatively.

His face looked blurry under the candlelight, and the Garuda tattoos flashed on and off, making it creepy.

Although they were far apart, even their smiles only flickered.

But Zongjiu knew full well that it was him.

The worst premonition came true. I was really afraid of what would happen.

This trick is really too high.

When Zhuge secretly looked at him, the white-haired young man said nothing, but quietly compared numbers behind his back.

As expected, the black-haired man also frowned and fell into deep thought.

If the devil controlled Lin Guoxing, things would be easier to handle.

But if the devil controls No. 4 Azan in black... things will become much more difficult.

Zong Jiu retreated to the darkness in the corner, and his mind began to spin crazily.

It is impossible for the devil to participate in the dungeon as a trainee, otherwise they would not have seen anyone yet.

Thinking about it this way, he should have participated in the plot as an NPC, controlled the trainees unknowingly, and then joined the dungeon.

It is impossible for Zongjiu to touch every NPC or every trainee's head. This is obviously unrealistic.

So...who is it?

He put his hand into his pocket, actually put it into the system backpack, and took out the tarot cards.

Just one day ago, Zongjiu drew two cards, successfully verified the true identities of Anthony and the devil, and successfully used up two of his stored cooldowns.

If you want to wait until the next cooldown time is restored, you have to wait until it gets dark today.

Zong Jiu sighed in his heart.

The temple was still noisy.

The healer was busy healing her wounds, and the others continued to help Yin Po with the preparations for leaving Yin since they couldn't help.

Outside the gates on both sides, sawdust fell in a flurry. Many trainees are trying to find other things in the temple that can strengthen the door panels so that they will not be hacked to pieces by the villagers outside.

Through the barrier of the coffin, Zong Jiu looked coldly at the trainees who went up to bandage Azan in black and then helped Lin Guoxing up to take care of him, with a wave of emotion in his eyes.

That familiar feeling seemed to flow along his blood from the soles of his feet to the sky, covering his whole body in a boiling heat.

Most of the time, he stays out of the action, just like a real magician, on a huge stage, with a smile on his face that can best mobilize the atmosphere of the scene and influence the emotions of the audience.

Just like Zong Jiu said from the beginning, he has very few emotional fluctuations, as if he was born with a lack of it, so he can deeply understand every emotion.

This time, there are a pack of wolves waiting for you, and the enemy is in the dark and the enemy is in the light. If you are not careful, you may end up with nothing left.

There are few times when Zongjiu feels fully interested like this. In all the years in his original world, even the ultimate large-scale magic challenge, the pleasure of pushing himself to the end of life and death and then breaking through in one fell swoop, is far from enough. Now compare.

He could even guess that No. 1 must be feeling the same as him.

Under the warm lights of Las Vegas, Zong Jiu saw the dark fire igniting in the other person's dark golden eyes, as if he was dragging him into the bottomless prison of the abyss.

Although I hate to admit it. But they do agree to a certain extent.

Zongjiu had a premonition.

At the end of this instance, only one of the devil's minions and magicians will survive.

It's just life and death, he's ready.

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Time goes very slowly in anxiety.

But no matter how slowly we walk, night still arrives as promised.

When the sky was getting dark outside, Yin Po finally stood up from the front of the Clay Bodhisattva.

She sat in front of the Bodhisattva for a whole day.

Whether it was the noise of the villagers outside banging on the door with farm tools, the old people stumbling back injured, or the noise of other people in the temple, none of it affected Yin Po's monotonous reading of scriptures.

Zongjiu thinks this era is magical.

He clearly believed in the Bodhisattva and recited the scriptures, but he went to the underworld of Taoism tradition instead of the eighteen levels of hell.

However, in the eyes of the people in the famine era, faith is the only hope. As long as belief in gods is useful, no matter what Taoism, Buddhism or Christianity, ordinary people are willing to believe in it.

It is said that during the famine of Dingwu, a Christian from the West visited the disasters in various places. He suddenly realized that the people were in dire straits and their lives were in ruins. He felt that it was a good opportunity for God to send him to save the people. He posted a portrait of Jesus Christ on the door of his house and preached vigorously, attracting dozens of women with bound feet to come step by step to kowtow and pray for rain.

But in the end, they bruised their feet and failed to get a life-saving rain.

The time, place, and people are favorable. Even if God does not allow people to live, suffering is suffering for the people.

After Yin Po stood up, the voices in the hall immediately stopped.

The child, who had been playing in the temple for almost a day, was tired. He found a corner and slept soundly. The trainee went over and gave him a closed-voice plan, so he was probably able to sleep until dawn.

Strangely enough, the villagers outside had been noisy all day, but became quiet as night approached.

The entire temple was completely silent. Coupled with the hanging gauze curtains and the white candles that lit the temple for a week, the huge shadow cast by the tall coffin in the center could not help but make people feel chilled and extremely eerie.

A sharp voice under the black robe sounded at the right time.

"There are three steps in walking through the underworld. Since we are looking for the person on the spiritual throne, I will light a kerosene lamp and place it on the coffin later. You must not take the initiative to extinguish it."

Only when the yin energy is strong, the success rate of lowering yin is high. If you can't wait until the full moon night, you have to use external objects to increase the yin energy, such as this deep coffin placed in the center of the hall.

"No one is allowed to stand in the entire temple, everyone must sit down, and no other words are allowed during the whole process except chanting mantras. As long as the oil lamp is extinguished before midnight at the latest, it means that the old man is here."

After hearing the words, everyone sat on the ground one by one, and sat around the central coffin as Po Yin said.

"I started reciting the mantra when I was in garrison. You must listen carefully word for word. Everyone should close their eyes and recite it ten times. If you recite it wrongly, you will be dizzy at best, and your soul will be scattered at worst, which will harm your body."

As soon as they heard that it was a disaster for themselves, everyone became energetic, and Lian Liandao would read and recite it aloud.

Seeing that their children were teachable, Po Yin nodded with satisfaction and recited the spell to them three times.

The trainees silently turned on the main system to record, extract it into text, and then recite it in their minds.

"If you are destined, your soul may leave the body after reciting the mantra. If such a situation occurs, don't be anxious and just don't leave the hall. When the lamp goes out, you will naturally return to your body. ”

Everyone nodded to show that they understood.

"In that case, let's get started."

While Yin Po was sitting on the floor, Zong Jiu also received a prompt from the main system that the next time for measuring tarot cards was ready.

It just happened to be at this time.

Zongjiu shifted his mind and started chanting the incantation along with everyone else.

The chanting of more than thirty people gathered in this small temple, bypassing the sorghum and reaching outside.

[To be honest, I think this scene is a bit scary]

[It’s a bit scary +1, like some evil cult gathering people to cast spells, coupled with the dusty temple background and the tattered clothes everyone wears...]

[Stop, stop. It’s rare that you don’t have to enter a horror dungeon to do missions, so don’t let it ruin the scenery like this]

While chatting, Danmaku suddenly realized something was wrong.

[Wucao, have you seen how the curtains hanging around suddenly moved?]

In fact, when they recited it for the first time, the trainees in the temple felt a cool breeze gradually coming from the ground where they were sitting.

Now that the wind is blowing, those gauze curtains hanging in the air are naturally the first to be affected. They rise and fall like rootless duckweeds and sway with the wind, which looks very visual impact.

It's a pity that the trainees are very obedient to Yin Po's words, and they won't open their eyes until the other party asks them to. No one wanted to experience the feeling of being out of the body. Everyone closed their eyes tightly and could not see the scene in front of them at all.

[Not only the gauze curtains, but those candles are about to be extinguished! Hey! 】

[When the candle goes out, the live broadcast room has to turn on the night broadcast mode, Du Leng.jpg]

[It went out somewhere. Isn’t the kerosene lamp placed on the coffin still intact? Just a little light is enough, don’t ask too much]

Just as the barrage was busy discussing, a strong gust of wind was generated, and by chance, it traveled counter-clockwise along the entire hall. Everywhere he went, all the lit candles went out and turned into a wisp of white smoke floating in the air.

After ten rounds of chanting, the sharp voice suddenly stopped in mid-air.

After the other trainees finished reading, they opened their eyes tremblingly.

The entire hall was dark, with only the spiritual tablets on the coffin lid and the kerosene lamp still emitting a faint light. Everything was quiet and strange. On the first seat, the figure wearing a black hood sat upright, and no one could see her face clearly hidden in the darkness.

In addition to the sudden darkness of the light, the air also dropped several degrees, causing them to shiver.

‘Has anyone’s soul left the body? ’

‘Did the old woman go to hell? ’

‘I don’t know, why can’t I see anything clearly? Help! ’

No one dared to speak, so they all exchanged glances.

Soon, their eyes swept down in circles, and they discovered that there was really one person in the group who had not opened his eyes.

The white-haired young man sitting cross-legged aside frowned and closed his eyes tightly, looking very unhappy.