Thriller Trainee

After Zong Jiu took out a lot of Ming coins, the air seemed to be quiet for a few seconds.

The white-haired young man had no idea what shocking action he had made. Instead, he asked lightly: "Is it enough?"

Guizhao's eyes were straightened and he hesitated, "This... is a bribery in the underworld. If you are caught, it will be very serious."

Even though he said this, he couldn't stop looking at the thick stack of Ming coins.

All coins in the underworld are in circulation, and the most convenient way to obtain them is the kind that descendants burn every year during the Qingming Festival and the Hungry Ghost Festival.

It's a pity that the denominations of the underworld coins made by the human world are very large. Every time they are burned, gold ingots and silver ingots are piled on top of each other. In order to avoid inflation in the underworld, the underworld has stipulated since ancient times that all underworld coins burned from the human world must be discounted before they can reach the hands of ghosts.

But there is a famine these days, and the living people can’t take care of themselves. How can they still be in the mood to burn paper money for the dead?

So money in the underworld has been very valuable these past few years. Some ghosts who didn't line up to be reincarnated really couldn't bear it, so they would go up and entrust their dreams to their relatives, asking them to remember to burn some paper.

The pile of money now placed in front of the ghost will probably have to be burned ten or eight times in the human world before the ghost can get this amount.

Gui Cha swallowed, and his Adam's apple moved vividly.

To be able to get into this position, he has had countless generations of children and grandchildren in the world. How can anyone care about burning paper for him? He can only live by receiving official rations.

Zong Jiu knew something was going on as soon as he saw it. He remained calm on the surface, but he took out a stack of Ming coins from the black box and added numbers one by one.

Gui Cha: "..."

It's not that his will is weak, but that the other party gave him too much!

The ghost officer looked left and right, then slapped his thigh and said, "Oh, ancestor! Let's go astray and collect the money first. It would be bad if we get caught."

When Zong Jiu heard this, he quickly put away the money and made a comparison in his mind.

Done!

I never expected that the useless A-level props in the eyes of all trainees would always have unexpected effects. This wave is really not a loss.

Guizhao said: "Let's leave this matter like this for now. I'll turn a blind eye. Anyway, if the higher authorities investigate, the money will be enough... By the way, you have to go back and look for it." Then Yin Po settles the score? "

The white-haired young man turned back, "What else?"

"Don't worry. You are a living soul. You will definitely not be able to gain favor by going out of the city gate like this. What's more, the Yin woman is soaked in this way and is very powerful."

After the ghost took the money, he naturally continued to put himself in his shoes and said, "Well, if that Yin woman ends her life, she will have to suffer the same fate when she comes to hell. If you are willing to give more, I can send a few more A helper will go with you."

Zong Jiu was overjoyed. He didn't expect that he could enjoy such luxurious services by paying bribes, so he naturally agreed happily.

He found that the ability to make money is really useful. After all, ghosts are just breaking things. They have done everything, so it is better to earn more.

Finally, when Zongjiu walked out of the government office, he was already a big shot leading three or four ghost servants. The other ghosts and monsters looked at him and did not dare to come up.

He led the ghosts and ran out of the city in a mighty manner, and in the distance he saw the rickety figure holding a lantern at the end.

The Yin Po NPC is an old man who cannot walk very fast. Thanks to the conspicuousness of the walking lantern, other ghosts did not dare to approach and could only watch from a distance. Looking across the plain, it is almost clear where Yin Po is.

Zong Jiu led his ghost servants and rushed to the crowd of watching ghosts.

The densely packed ghosts perfectly hid Zong Jiu's white hair, and there were so many ghosts floating in front of him that he was not afraid at all.

Zong Jiu called the ghost servant behind him to follow him. Looking at the flickering light in front of him, he suddenly had a plan in mind.

"This way, you do this first, and then..."

The ghost servants received the news from the ghost messenger and knew that the handsome white-haired young man in front of them, who looked like a fairy, was a big customer that the underworld had not met for many years. Naturally, they did not dare to neglect him and kept saying yes.

"Okay, then just do as I say."

Zong Jiu clapped his hands and watched the ghost servants follow the order, showing a sneer.

Sorry, he is also a person who will retaliate and retaliate in kind.

When will the injustice be repaid?

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No.1 is in a very good mood now.

When he saw the figure of the white-haired young man disappearing into the back hall of the ghost town's official residence, he used puppet silk to control Yin Po's body and left with the Ming Lantern.

After falling into the underworld, without the guidance of the underworld lantern, it would be as difficult as climbing up to the sky. Not to mention being sold to the underworld by the NPC Yin Po.

When the dungeon time is over, or after the ordinary card completes the main mission, the mole who has not completed the mission and cannot return to the world will naturally be wiped out by the main system.

The setting of the NPC Yin Po is the mastermind behind the entire deserted village copy.

There is not a single innocent NPC in the entire dungeon, everyone is a perpetrator, and everyone is lying.

The old village chief is lying, Wang Shou is lying, the woman is lying, and the Yin Po is also lying. If you had to find someone who didn't lie, it would be the little boy from the village chief's family who didn't know anything about the world.

If trainees want to find a way out, they can only ask questions one by one, and then use logical reasoning from each person's words to find clues.

To be honest, this is a bit difficult, because it is difficult for someone to guarantee that they will not be influenced by any words or preconceived ideas.

I originally wanted to play with him for a while longer.

the demon thought idly.

After all...it's really rare for him to come across such a fun and interesting toy.

The devil never believed Guiguzi's so-called prophecy.

Now it seems that there is indeed something remarkable in it.

After all, after making a deal with the host system, his puppet silk can no longer be touched by any physical means, unless it relies on a very special prop, which currently no trainee has. It is unheard of to touch it with bare hands. It is indeed like the "destined enemy" and "restraint of ability" in the prophecy.

only--

Thinking of the "fated opponents" and "the only being who can contain the devil" mentioned in the prophecy.

In the dark space, No. 1 randomly plucked the silk thread at the other end of his hand, showing a rather bored expression.

Unfortunately it's still too weak.

So weak that people can't even lift their desires.

The devil thought so, let the puppet silk control it, and stood up from the high-backed chair.

He plays the role of an NPC mentor and does not need to enter the dungeon like other trainees. In addition, the puppet silk can freely penetrate the spatial dimension, so his body is actually still in the trainee dormitory and has not gone anywhere.

The No.1 dormitory is on the top floor of the entire trainee dormitory. It is not only a duplex structure, but also covers a huge area. It even has a 360-degree glass-isolated sky garden on the top floor.

Standing in the sky garden and looking down, you can see that the trainee dormitory is built on an isolated island. The space beyond is the vast sea, and below are cliffs and beautiful scenery.

The room decorations of A-level trainees and above can be adjusted and changed according to the trainees' wishes. The dormitories of S-level trainees are as big as the surf bath alone. In short, in terms of material things, the main system has always been generous and not stingy.

The man casually opened the jacket of his black suit, revealing a neat white shirt underneath.

He was humming strange and unintelligible music, and walked to the wine cabinet with a tango swing.

There were no lights on in the room, but it did not affect the visibility of people in the room at all.

The bottle cap was pulled out, and the dark red wine flowed into the decanter, filling the air with a fragrant wine aroma.

The demon was playing with the glass in his hand, and was about to take a look at another puppet that was deeply manipulated by him, when he discovered that something was going on in the copy of Famine Mountain Village.

The Yin Po was suddenly stopped by several ghost servants in the gray underworld.

The ghost servants had straight faces and expressionless expressions, "Just after you sent the living soul, a page was missing from the life and death record in the government office. I will come to search on your orders, please cooperate."

The devil does not control NPCs all the time.

Most of the time, unless it was a play that he was particularly interested in, he would choose to let the NPCs play freely according to their original personalities. After all, playing as an NPC is more difficult than playing as a player. It needs to strictly follow the plot. Unless players have to get a similarly demanding identity card, they need to play strictly. At other times, it is more like a deserted village dungeon, which gives trainees an identity. Done.

Only when No. 1 wants to cause trouble, he will take control himself, huh.

So after the demon let go of the puppet silk's control, the npc acted according to its own character.

According to the background of the story, Yin Po is just a mortal who is greedy for life and afraid of death and has evil thoughts.

She was submissive when facing the ghosts, but struck hard when facing the villagers. Now that he was stopped and he was thinking about the time limit for burning the lantern, he naturally responded with trepidation.

When the devil found out, the Yin woman, covered in black robes, had already obediently put down the lantern, raised her hands, and searched her body under the command of the ghost servants. The ghost servants asked her to raise her head, and asked her to turn around. Go, Yin Po turned around obediently.

As luck would have it, they happened to be standing on the only bridge over the Wangchuan River.

Opposite is the pavilion where Meng Po is distributing Meng Po soup, and below is the quietly flowing Wangchuan River. If you look carefully, you can still see countless undead people with distorted faces who have committed evil deeds under the river.

No.1 felt his right eyelid twitch again.

The last time this omen appeared was in Las Vegas, when the magician took off three of his vests in front of the main system in one fell swoop.

The devil suddenly felt suspicious, so he put down the glass and was about to control the NPC again.

Something unexpected happened.

The warm light with the lantern on the ground suddenly shook.

Someone lifted the lamp.

Yin Po suddenly turned around.

The white-haired young man was standing behind him, holding the underworld lantern in his hand and smiling broadly.

Yin Po asked in a sharp old voice: "Child, are you...?"

Zongjiu raised his eyebrows.

The white-haired young man watched the ghost servant restrain the NPC in front of him and raised his lips, "Child?"

Zongjiu was too lazy to continue talking nonsense, lest the long nights and dreams would turn around again.

He directly raised his foot and kicked the person off the bridge.

"Actually, I prefer the way you called me Jiu Ge."

The bridge deck is at least ten meters away from the Wangchuan River, not to mention that the Wangchuan River is a famously weak water with no buoyancy. Except for bridges constructed with fairy power, anything passing over it will feel great pressure and fall into the river.

Half of Yin Po's body staggered back to the bridge, and she fell straight into the bottom of the river like a kite with its string broken. She didn't even stir up a drop of waves, and was opened wide by the thousands of squirming movements on the bottom of the river. The demon was torn into pieces.

The souls of the most evil are also a great tonic to evil spirits.

...

[NPC role-playing mission has failed]

[Venue: A-level copy of Famine Mountain Village]

[Play NPC role: the vicious behind-the-scenes mastermind Zou Yinpo]

[Reason for failure: Soul death]

In the darkness, the puppet silk that had lost its control role began to slowly recycle, and was wrapped back around those hands that were as beautiful as works of art.

After a long time, the devil touched the corner of his mouth.

Its arc expanded more and more, and like those cold and cruel dark golden pupils, it ignited dark fires.

No.1 turned around, poured himself a glass of sobered red wine, and drank it in one gulp.

The cold wine rolled down his throat and into his esophagus, but he couldn't suppress his blood boiling again.

This is really a... big surprise.