51 Chapter 51

Oh no.

Zong Jiu narrowed his eyes.

He casually threw the apple to Anthony, "No more fighting."

The latter was looking at him with a bad face. When the apple flew over, he thought it was a sneak attack weapon, so he subconsciously raised his hand to block it. Unexpectedly, his nails directly pierced into the flesh of the fruit, making a "puff" sound.

"What do you mean?" The half-vampire was splashed with apple juice, and his expression looked even uglier.

The white-haired young man waved his hand with a gloomy expression, "I'm tired, I don't want to fight anymore."

Hearing this, Anthony's anger directly rose to another level.

He looked at Zong Jiu's back with a pair of red eyes, and reminded himself to stay calm and not forget the order of His Majesty.

It must be said that... although Anthony was hesitant about what Lin Guoxing said to him in the earth house, all his hesitation finally disappeared under the corner of the yellow talisman paper.

The magician is really an insider.

As long as more than five people accuse the same person of being a traitor, after confirmation by the main system, they can join other trainees to kill the traitor. All trainees who participate in killing the traitor can get different survival points or increase the evaluation coefficient as rewards.

In this case, even if Anthony violated the order of His Majesty, he could blame it on the different dungeon camps and completely remove himself.

Anthony looked at the apple in his hand, then at the back of the young man, and a trace of deep thought flashed in his eyes.

On the other side, Zong Jiu casually found a wall to lean against and began to think.

He felt that things must not be that simple.

Since the devil is the mentor, he has already enjoyed almost supreme power in this game.

In this case, what is his purpose? This question becomes particularly intriguing.

After lunch, everyone felt a little drowsy.

The villagers outside were still shouting, but it was a little unclear through the door.

"Got a clue?" Zhuge An sat on the ground.

Zong Jiu said very straightforwardly, "Well, pay attention to Lin Guoxing."

This copy is difficult, but now only Yi Ruisi has died among the trainees and newcomers.

It's not difficult, but if you make a wrong move, the whole team will be wiped out, and there is no room for reversal.

In the last reincarnation, they didn't get the answer from the woman, and they didn't participate in the Yin Po's walk into the underworld.

No one can tell what will happen tonight, maybe there are other clues.

Zhuge An didn't ask him how he found out.

Just as he was about to speak, there was a sudden noise in the dark corridor below the clay Buddha.

Several old people came out one after another, holding a child in their hands.

This child is familiar to everyone, and it is the one following behind Wang Shou.

"We wanted to go to the mourning hall to do some dangerous challenges, but we saw this child sneaking over the wall, so we caught him."

[Behind the mourning hall? Oh, I remember, isn't the mourning hall behind this temple open to the sky? 】

【It is indeed open-air, but it is located on the cliff and the terrain is relatively dangerous. However, if I say so, it seems that it is possible for children to come here, but adults should be more cautious】

【Hurry up and seal the mourning hall, otherwise the villagers will be in trouble if they climb in】

There are too many mysteries in this copy, and there are only three days, and there are only a few terrifying moments.

After restarting the copy, each trainee will have a unified score coefficient reduced. The old people are not like the newcomers who just want to survive. They have ambitions and careers. Since the score is reduced, they must make up for the missing score coefficient from other places.

At this time, challenging dangerous places becomes the only choice.

Anyway, this village is very evil, and the mourning hall is a well-known place where yin energy gathers. The newcomers know their own strengths and weaknesses, and they are treading on thin ice. Yin Po asked them to help, and they were busy in the hall one by one.

On the contrary, a few old people have nothing to do and are proud of their status. After discussing it, they decided to try their luck together. Unexpectedly, they didn't catch any ghosts, but they did catch a child.

"How could a child flip over the wall of the mourning hall?" Zong Jiu frowned.

When he said this, he glanced at Lin Guoxing's position. After discovering that the other party had disappeared from the previous position, a high alert light immediately lit up in his heart.

Seeing that he was asking, the old men hurriedly said, "We also asked him this question, but he refused to speak, like a mute."

Everyone knows that a portion of fruit is just the amount of a meal. They are not eating the last meal and have no next meal. Facing this man who holds their stomachs tightly, they should not offend him if they can, and please him if they can.

Just at this time, the Yin Po who was silently reciting the scriptures also slowly spoke, "There is a door that can be closed under the corridor. Just close it, and the villagers can't pass through."

"Okay."

Zong Jiu nodded, "Are there any people behind you? If there are, call them back quickly."

Everyone was worried about this problem and said yes in unison.

The old man scratched his head, "What about this child?"

"Leave it to me."

Zong Jiu nodded at him.

At this moment, the black-clothed Azan who had been standing aside with his eyes closed and concentrating also spoke, "I'll go with you."

Because of his injuries, Azan had not said much before, but was taking the time to heal his wounds and rest.

But if a villager really sneaked in, it would be difficult to stop them with just a few old men.

A high-ranking S-level volunteered, and the other old men were naturally flattered and thanked him repeatedly.

After Zong Jiu watched the old men return to the corridor, he turned his attention to the child.

The child, who was held by the back collar, almost landed on the ground and immediately hid behind the white-haired magician.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

It was the first time that Zong Jiu was treated so enthusiastically by a child, and he was immediately a little flustered.

Then in the fluster, he did not forget to touch the child's head to see if there was any strange silk thread.

Well, there was none.

Not bad, a good kid.

The white-haired young man touched the child's head, took out a piece of candy from the secret box and handed it to him, smiling even more brightly.

He squatted down, "Little brother, can I ask you a question?"

Some things that adults may not know, maybe you can get more clues from the child.

The child was a little wary at first, but after eating Zong Jiu's candy, he was instantly conquered, nodded, and looked at him eagerly.

The candy Zong Jiu took out was just a piece of the most ordinary brown sugar. What he could take out of the box had to conform to the background of this copy era, so he couldn't make any delicious candy. But obviously, such sweet candy was a luxury that could not be obtained in the famine era. People in the city couldn't eat it, let alone ordinary people in the deserted village.

"Brother wants to ask you, do you remember an old lady who lived in the house behind the old locust tree in the village three years ago?"

The child said timidly, "I remember. Grandma was very good to me and often gave me delicious food."

There's a chance!

Zong Jiu and Zhuge An exchanged glances and continued to persuade him: "Why did the old lady disappear later?"

When asked this question, the child showed an expression of trying hard to think.

"Dad said that grandma ate the fairy grass and went to a place we can't find."

After saying this, the child realized that the big brother in front of him probably didn't know what the fairy grass was, so he hurriedly explained.

"The fairy grass is the fairy grass that can make you immortal after eating it without going hungry. As long as we eat the fairy grass, we don't need to eat anymore. Just eat a little bit of Bodhisattva soil and we can be full every day without going hungry!"

There is too much information contained in these two paragraphs, and for a while, the scattered clues in Zong Jiu's mind are at a fork.

One is towards the beautiful story made up by the villagers to deceive the children; the other is towards the most horrifying ending.

No matter how much he asks next, he can't get too many clues.

Zong Jiu touched the child's head again and handed him a piece of candy, "Just play here in the temple, it's dangerous outside, don't go out."

The child looked at the candy, then looked at him, nodded obediently, ran away, and squatted under the clay Buddha to watch the candle.

The white-haired young man let out a long breath and stood up from the ground.

Zhuge raised his eyebrows secretly, "How is it?"

His tone was light, and he already looked like he had a clear understanding of the situation.

"Be more rigorous, wait until the Yin Po goes down to the Yin."

Zong Jiu looked at the child's innocent profile and smiled slowly, "But now I can completely determine what the main tasks of the ordinary card are."

The main task of the ordinary card is to protect the villagers.

But in fact, not all the people in this village are human. There are too many people who have turned into evil spirits in human skin. That's why their eyes will turn black in daily life.

What the ordinary card has to do is to protect the normal people in the village, or to protect normal people from degenerating into evil spirits.

Not only Zong Jiu discovered it, but after the exchange of clues, Azan in black should have also figured out the answer, otherwise he would not have taken the initiative to follow the old man to look behind.

If we continue to follow this clue, the perfect corpse that the inner ghost card needs is very likely to be——

At the moment when Zong Jiu was thinking, the flames of the white candles in the hall suddenly swept to the side.

The gloomy wind gradually rose, blowing the gauze curtains hanging from high in the whole hall to sway in the air, which was quite visually impactful.

Someone realized that something was wrong, "Wait, where are those people who went to the corridor to call for help just now?"

The black corridor under the clay Buddha was still dark and dead silent, without even the slightest footsteps.

Zong Jiu's face changed first, and a poker card appeared in his hand, staring at the entrance of the corridor.

In a flash, a broken black shadow was thrown out from there and fell directly to the ground.

Behind him was the ugly face of Azan in black.

He held the arm of an old man covered in blood with one hand, and manipulated the soul-calling flag with the other hand, and shouted.

"Close the door!"

The trainees outside who were shocked by this scene finally reacted and rushed up to close the wooden doors on both sides of the corridor.

When locking the door, the sound of blood splashing was heard from outside with a hoe hitting the blunt flesh. Someone screamed in pain in the corridor, and the high-pitched voice changed and gradually fell silent.

"Is there anyone behind?"

The newcomers looked terrified.

The black-clothed Azan put the person down, lowered his head and vomited blood, "One of them accidentally got his heel hoeed off and couldn't catch up."

If the heel is hoeed off, it is naturally impossible to walk.

If you fall behind, the fate can be imagined.

Everyone was silent.

Just now, they walked along the corridor to the mourning hall. Halfway through, the black-clothed Azan was the first to find something wrong.

Because it was too quiet.

The whole corridor was so quiet that it seemed as if no sound could be heard.

The person in front turned on the flashlight tremblingly, and only saw pale and twisted faces with dark eyes in the darkness.

There were six or seven old men who went together, but only three came back in the end. One of the old men had half of his arm chopped off by the villagers with a hoe. He endured the severe pain and finally stumbled and abandoned the props to push himself out of the corridor.

There was also the old man in the black-clothed Azan's position with his arm on, and his life and death were unknown.

As No. 4, the strength of the black-clothed Azan was naturally immeasurable. He was walking at the front of the corridor at the time, and finally resisted most of the attacks. Now he can protect so many people and retreat in front of so many supernatural beings. It is not easy.

However, Zong Jiu did not pay attention to this matter.

He moved his eyes to the person on the ground who was almost covered with blood and wounds.

The person lying there was none other than Lin Guoxing.