Chapter 40

The white-haired youth paused for a moment.

Was it on purpose?

Zong Jiu was certain of this thought.

Smart people would never talk nonsense, especially when Zhuge An was the kind of person who would not waste time talking nonsense.

Then, was this information correct or incorrect?

If it was correct, Zong Jiu would not respond because it was too sudden.

If Zhuge An purposely changed a few pieces of information to trick him into taking the bait, Zong Jiu would respond and the others would know who the traitor was. After all, the task of the traitor card was different from the normal card. Responding would be walking right into a trap.

[Hmm? Why did Master Zhuge suddenly bring up the topic of the mole? It feels so deliberate to bring it up now.]

[That's right, it feels a little suspicious. I wonder if he's trying to test the Magician.]

[Ah … Speaking of which, I was certain that Master Zhuge was the mole in the last dungeon. Sob sob, I won't be slapped in the face again!]

[Upstairs, actually, it's not impossible to brainlessly suspect Big Boss Zhuge when encountering a mole who can't be seen through … Back then, Big Boss Zhuge wandered through three different organizations alone in the S-grade Cursed Mask Instance Dungeon, leaving a deep psychological shadow in countless people's hearts.]

[Indeed, I remember that from then on, Master Zhuge became the number one candidate for 'as long as we can't find out who the mole is, then the mole must be him'. Light candle.jpg]

If it weren't for the fact that the trainees could not see the bullet screen, they would have reached a consensus.

It really couldn't be blamed for other people's suspicions, but Zhuge An had really done too many sinister things, so many that everyone had a psychological shadow, and without any explanation, they would first put the bucket of shit on the other person before talking about it.

Zong Jiu looked up and met the pair of deep black eyes. He smiled embarrassedly. "Ah, I was distracted just now and didn't hear you clearly. But I don't have anyone in particular for now."

"It's not good to suspect others. Before we have enough evidence to prove that the mole is the mole, I won't express my opinion on this topic."

Messiah's White Lotus quote was really useful. Anyone who used it would know.

Zhuge An seemed to be implying something. "If you make a mistake, your score will be deducted. It's indeed better to be cautious."

He did not know if he was talking to him or to the other team of trainees in front of him.

It turned out to be true.

Although Zong Jiu did not really want to believe it, the information contained in Zhuge An's words just now really did seem like it was meant for him.

To be honest, before the man mentioned that the mole could be identified and killed, Zong Jiu's thought process was still stuck in the previous dungeon. All he needed to do was write down the mole's name on a piece of paper and he would be rewarded. He really did not expect the main system to be so ruthless, directly removing the ironclad rule that trainees could not kill each other, directly increasing the difficulty of this instance.

It turned out that the main system had dug such a big hole for the mole to jump into. He was wondering why the quest for the mole was so simple.

In all fairness, it was a very deliberate thing to bring up the topic of the mole under such circumstances. Moreover, Zhuge An had directly revealed the mission of the normal card. It was deliberate to the point that everyone on Anthony's team looked at him suspiciously, circling around No.8.

At this point, Zong Jiu could finally be completely sure that this guy was here to give him information.

Not only did he give him information, but he also steadily gained a wave of hatred. After all, if the mole was Zhuge An, even if the other team knew, they would not dare to identify him! Because they really might not be able to beat this high level S-level who had been famous for a long time.

Thinking of this, Zong Jiu felt a little complicated.

This was not the first time that Zhuge An had helped him.

If the first dungeon was a trade between the two of them for what they needed, then the special dungeon Las Vegas could be considered a help. From Zong Jiu's perspective, what Zhuge An said to him in the washroom was to drive a wedge between him and No.6, increasing the suspicion that he had a conflict with him. But he had to admit that if Zhuge An had not given him clues about the devil's ability, Zong Jiu would not have been able to deduce the three key pieces of information so quickly, let alone be in the limelight at the central gambling table, using the information to threaten the devil, and crazily collecting a million chips.

The previous two times, he could still say that the other party was up to something, but this time, he was really giving away information for free.

Looking at Zhuge An's expression, the worst guess would be that he was suspecting him. Even if there would be a punishment for pointing out the wrong person, this kind of punishment was probably nothing in the eyes of the rich S-class. This meant that if Zhuge An wanted to, he could announce his suspicions at any time, immediately making Zong Jiu the target of public criticism.

But he did not, and even took the initiative to take the blame.

Zong Jiu really could not understand Zhuge An's behavior.

After thinking about it, only the other party's words in the washroom, "You can trust that I will never stand against you" could explain his motive.

While he was deep in thought, the group had also reached the entrance of the temple.

The temple did not fit in with the surrounding dusty mud houses.

The main body was vermilion red, and there was a shrine with incense burning outside. Smoke curled up, enough to see the crowd. Gauze curtains hung around the inside, making it difficult to see clearly. Looking up, they could see the carvings on the wooden beams, and in the middle of it was a lifelike clay Bodhisattva holding a jade vase.

In addition, below the clay Bodhisattva was a memorial tablet, and in front of it were some dried fruits and tributes.

This Bodhisattva should be the one that the villagers were talking about, the Bodhisattva who achieved Buddhahood.

But it was strange, the villagers did not have enough to eat, so why would there be people offering tributes to the memorial tablet and the Bodhisattva?

The white-haired youth pretended to look up carefully, but in fact, he was secretly using his sleeve to wrap up the things in his pocket.

Fortunately, the others were looking here, so no one noticed Zong Jiu's small movements.

Just as he stepped into the temple, the Soul-Sucking Bell in his pocket suddenly started to heat up. Even with such a thick and coarse cloth, Zong Jiu could still feel it clearly.

Could it be that the "perfect corpse" that the main mission asked the necromancer to find was in this temple?

Zong Jiu thought as his eyes moved around.

At a certain point, he met the eyes of the little boy hiding behind Wang Shou.

Magician smiled at the little boy, and after hesitating for a long time, he also revealed a timid smile.

At this moment, the village chief took a step forward and knocked on the ground with his walking stick.

"Granny Yin, Granny Yin, what you said that day really came true!!"

His heart was burning with anxiety, and even the sound of his walking stick knocking on the stone floor could be heard. It was unavoidably annoying to listen to.

After the village chief knocked for a few minutes, a person slowly walked out from the shadows behind the clay Bodhisattva.

This person was covered from head to toe in an extraordinarily wide black robe, and there was a large hood on his head. His face could not be seen clearly, but there was an extremely uncomfortable cold aura lingering around him.

The others did not react, but Azan's brows were tightly knitted.

Granny Yin's voice was sharp, "Disturbing the time so early in the morning, aren't you afraid that the Bodhisattva will punish you?!"

"Oh my god!"

The village chief anxiously held his chest, "Someone died in the village last night! If you didn't close the temple tonight, we would have come over last night. "

"How many died?"

"Two, one hanging from an old locust tree, and the other in their own water tank."

Two?!

The trainees were shocked.

To be safe, the two teams did not investigate last night. Under the pressure of this difficult instance, everyone made the same decision, and decided to wait until the last two days before concentrating on protecting the village.

In the end, they did not expect that their news would be so outdated, and they did not even know when the second person died.

[Oh my god, I feel like there are only about thirty people in this village, and two died last night. It's dangerous.]

[Pfft, if the person above did not mention it, I wouldn't have noticed. The villagers of this village are actually one to one with the trainees.]

[Then isn't this arrangement very reasonable? Each trainee can protect the safety of one villager. 78888]

[Wait, didn't only one die last night? How did another one die?]

But in fact, it was normal that they did not know about this. The second villager accidentally drowned in the middle of the night, and was only discovered after soaking in the water for a whole night. His face was rotten from running around, and it was impossible to see his original form.

The village chief, who was still calm last night, received the news early in the morning. He was scared out of his wits, and rushed over without stopping.

His voice was trembling, and his wrinkled face was full of fear.

"Say, do you think she … did she really come back?"

Granny Yin whispered her Buddhist name. "Have the two corpses been transported to the mourning hall behind the temple?"

"Yes, yes." The village chief nodded his head and bowed.

The wide black robe nodded and indicated for him to follow, and then disappeared into the darkness behind the temple, leaving the remaining people looking at each other.

Just at this moment, a villager carrying a hoe hurriedly ran over. "Brother Shou, we caught that woman."

"What? Caught her! "

Wang Shou, who was leaning against the temple and groaning while bandaging his arm, immediately jumped up. "Quick, bring me to take a look!"

His face was filled with undisguised joy, and after greeting them, he led the group of villagers away in a grandiose manner.

For a moment, only the trainees were left in the temple that was filled with fragrant mist.

At this moment, Azan, who had been silent all this time, opened his mouth. "That Granny Yin is a shady walker."

[What's a shady walker? Catcatconfused.jpg]

[I'm also curious, so I opened my main system's search engine, aha]

A shady walker, also known as a shady walker, was a person who walked between the world of the living and the underworld.

Normally, shady walkers would accept requests from the living, and enter the underworld to find the souls of the dead, and convey information from both sides. Or they would bring the living down with them, and have them meet for a short time in the underworld. It was a bit similar to the famous Guanyin.

A shady walker was a very special metaphysical profession, and there were very few inheritances. They could only be seen in places like horror dungeons.

Just like Azan in black.

Azan in black was the nickname of No.9, and his real name wasn't that. It was just that he received an inheritance in an S-rank dungeon, so he inherited this name. Over time, everyone called him that.

As everyone knew, Southeast Asia was definitely a place that couldn't be avoided when it came to all kinds of sorcery.

Azan was the honorific title of the Thai Wizards. It was further divided into White Azan and Black Azan.

White was for the orthodox path, while Black was for the sorcery. To be called "Azan", Black must be extremely evil.

For example, Azan in black's inheritance in the horror dungeon contained countless strange sorcery.

Ghost Nurturing, Spirit Subjugation, Yin Buddha Tablet, Kuman Thong … and so on.

Ghost Nurturing and Kuman Thong were both extremely sinister methods to increase one's luck. The latter was made from fresh fetal corpses, and it was extremely cruel. Spirit Subjugation was specially used to harm people.

These sorcery were each more sinister than the last, and it could be said that it was killing a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of their own. However, people were always unable to resist such temptation, and countless high-ranking officials and dignitaries fell into it for the sake of glory and wealth.

Although Azan in black was trapped in an endless cycle, he despised such methods that damaged his virtue. Therefore, even though he became Black Robe's disciple, he only learned the Ghost Nurturing Technique.

Ghost Nurturing was a rare double-edged sword among these sinister methods. Those with evil intentions could obtain more help by raising evil spirits; there were also those who raised half-formed spirits that were abandoned in the world for mutual benefit. Azan in black belonged to the latter type. Although it was not as powerful as the former, it was still a high-level inheritance from an S-rank dungeon, and was not inferior to a top spiritualist. It was fine as long as it was enough.

Black's reputation was too frightening, and Azan in black was also the leader of the Cursed Team. He usually had a bald head and was surrounded by a cold aura of spirits, making it difficult for people to get close to him. There were not many people who were on good terms with him, and the Exorcist was one of them.

It was because of this that Azan in black could sense the aura of Granny Yin, which came from the same source as him.

He did not deliberately lower his voice, and all the trainees in the temple heard this clue and fell into deep thought.

However, it was clear that Azan in black had no intention of cooperating with the others. After he finished speaking, he silently took out the Spirit Summoning Banner from his Backpack and walked out of the temple.

When the trainees in Anthony's team saw this, they followed behind him.

In just one short day, two people had died. At this rate, they were likely to face the possibility of failing the main mission. Not to mention that the seniors still had to think of ways to take on dangerous challenges to improve their ratings. Now, they could only try to protect the villagers as much as possible.

Xu Sen was worried. "What should we do now?"

The group of rookies looked at the white-haired youth standing in front of them.

Zong Jiu pondered. "Let's split up. Xu Sen, you take some people to Wang Shou's place to take a look. Based on the previous plot, they should be planning to kidnap the woman and sell her to human traffickers. Since she is a married widow, it means that she was not from this village before. She might be our starting point. But try not to get into conflict with the villagers. "

"Xu Su, you go to the Bodhisattva's soil behind the village and try to get some soil. Otherwise, you can go to the market they mentioned and ask for information."

"As for me, Master Zhuge and I will go to the mourning hall behind the temple to see what the other corpse looks like. We'll try to find some clues. When it's noon, we'll all meet up in the temple. "

This arrangement was not dangerous and reasonable, so everyone could accept it.

Gradually, following Zong Jiu's arrangements, the others dispersed from the temple, leaving only Zhuge An and himself in the group.

Zong Jiu had no intention of communicating with Zhuge An. He did not even look at him and walked directly to the back of the temple, clearly indicating that he wanted to move freely.

The bullet comments were shocked.

[Holy sh * t, acting alone? Magician is so brave.]

[Actually, it's normal. The danger and challenge of acting alone increases the rating. Didn't you see how Azan in black walked alone just now?]

[Sob sob sob, please don't let anything happen to him. I'm counting on Magician to get us out of here with the wishing ticket.]

What Zong Jiu did not expect was that the comments he made in the middle of the night had been screenshotted by the audience and shared on the infinite loop forum. The next day, it caused a huge uproar and gained a large number of fans. His popularity was close to that of the ten S-level celebrities.

After all, the other celebrities had no direct connection to the audience when they debuted. If Zong Jiu made it to the top, everyone would be able to get out of this godforsaken place. Wouldn't that be great?

Now, he had to sneak into the mourning hall to see if the soaked corpse was an item for his main mission.

Although the possibility was not high, the bell had been heating up along the way. Zong Jiu felt that his main mission was most likely near the temple, so he quickened his pace.

Behind him was a dark and gloomy corridor.

The end of the corridor could not be seen. It was pitch-black, and there was not even a single light. This made the gloomy feeling of entering the temple even more intense.

The others did not go this way. Only Zong Jiu had to go to the mourning hall.

He stopped and cautiously held the bell in his pocket with one hand. Five or six cards appeared between his fingers with the other hand. He slowly stuck close to the wall and walked into the darkness.

There were too many mysteries in this village.

First, there was the legend of the immortal herb. Most people would not take it seriously. However, not only did the villagers listen to it, but they also ate it. Even though they did not have enough to eat, they still had the leisure to burn incense here. The temple was so beautiful that it was obvious that there was a problem.

Other people in times of famine would want to tear down a clay Buddha. How would they be in the mood to do such things?

Moreover, in such a large temple, there was not a witch but a Granny Yin guarding it. It was too strange. Moreover, this Granny Yin was very famous. Everyone in the village relied on her. It did not make sense.

Next, there was the village chief's calmness when he saw the corpse last night. That terrified "She's back", as if he already knew that there would be a murder.

The villagers must know something. Thinking about how they secretly sold women everywhere, Zong Jiu felt that he was slowly getting closer to the answer.

While thinking, he felt his way through the dark corridor. His footsteps were as light as possible.

After strengthening his eyes to the highest level, Zong Jiu's eyesight had reached a level that was difficult for ordinary people to reach. This included an increase in his night vision. For example, right now, he saw a fork in the road in front of him.

Zong Jiu just happened to have accumulated two cooldowns for the tarot card draw.

On the left was the judgment, in the right position.

On the right was the moon, in the right position.

The judgment, in the right position, had the meaning of settling right and wrong, starting over or coming back from the dead. The moon, on the other hand, was a very frightening and unsettling card. It was full of strangeness and deception.

Zong Jiu thought about it and still chose the right side.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

After walking for about two minutes on the right side, an unclear conversation suddenly came from the darkness not far away.

The sharp and hoarse voice was very recognizable. It was that Granny Yin's.

"Such a miserable death, it must be unusual. Tell me the truth."

The old voice sighed. "Three years ago, that old woman couldn't bear the hunger, so she hanged herself in the mud house behind the old locust tree. She was an old widow without any children. She couldn't have followed the human traffickers to the city to enjoy the glory and wealth. She didn't have any food to eat, so she probably hated us villagers for not sending her food. After she died, she turned into a ghost to pay us back. "

"Our villagers treated her so well. They let her guard the Bodhisattva land and even spent money to build a memorial tablet for her …"

Zong Jiu's mind moved. Hearing the conversation in front of him gradually stop, he immediately took a step back to avoid bumping into them.

There was indeed something wrong with the mud house behind the old locust tree.

But if it was as the old village chief said, an old woman hung herself in her mud house because she couldn't bear the hunger, then where did the deep scratch marks on the wall come from? Could it be that just because she starved to death and the villagers didn't help her, she would turn into a terrifying ghost and come back to take his life?

Besides, if she didn't have a guilty conscience, why would she go through so much trouble to set up a memorial tablet in front of the Bodhisattva?

Ha, wasn't this the reaction of people who had done something wrong?

The Moon Token clearly showed that the village chief was definitely lying.

Zong Jiu retreated as he slowly came up with a plan in his mind.

He retreated to the fork in the road and walked toward the left.

Just as he walked deeper and saw the kerosene lamp in the faraway mourning hall, something happened!

Without the slightest warning, the white-haired young man suddenly flashed backwards, dodging the attack that came from the darkness without any deviation.

Seeing that the first attack had failed, the opponent gritted his teeth and quickly launched a second wave of attacks.

Zong Jiu quickly turned his head. His light pink eyes were extremely sharp in the darkness. With a flick of his fingers, a few poker cards accurately shot into the darkness like arrows leaving the bow.

It was obvious that the opponent didn't expect Zong Jiu to be able to maintain a good vision in the dark. He awkwardly dodged backward, but his hand was accidentally pierced by a poker card. He was pinned to the wall, and the yellow talisman in his hand fell to the ground.

"Ah —"

The poker card didn't completely penetrate his hand. Instead, a sharp point protruded from his flesh and bone and was deeply engraved into the wall, unable to move an inch.

This wasn't the force Zong Jiu used to cut a person's aorta. After strengthening, his wrist and finger strength were on a completely different level.

Yi Yuesi straightened his body and looked at him with hatred.

After being humiliated by a newbie in front of everyone in Las Vegas, he had always harbored a grudge. This time, they were assigned to the same dungeon. After seeing him leave in the temple, Yi Yuesi had sneakily followed him, planning to teach the newbie a lesson.

The talisman in his hand was an extremely sinister talisman called the Yin Gathering Talisman. Its original purpose was to gather Yin energy, but when used in such a terrifying dungeon, it could attract unclean things. The trainees didn't need to do it themselves. It was the best way to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

Yi Yuesi had originally planned to slap the talisman on Zong Jiu's back and run quickly. He didn't expect to be defeated instead.

He refused to admit that his skills were inferior, and could only rage in helplessness.

"You're definitely the traitor!"

After all, trainees were forbidden from killing each other. Even though Yi Yuesi was at a disadvantage, he didn't panic. Instead, he provoked him.

What no one noticed was that the piece of talisman paper that had fallen by their feet moved and ignited with a dark blue flame out of nowhere. It slowly turned black and curled up into a ball.