Chapter 47

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

The others could not find it, but he could. If he followed this train of thought, it would not be a problem to break it.

He had to test it out if he had the chance.

Although Zong Jiu didn't really believe in prophecies, whether it was in terms of ability or the various things that happened before, he and No. 6 were like needles against an awl. They just happened to counter each other.

If Zong Jiu was a demon, he would have rushed over to kill this Chosen One. If Zong Jiu was the Chosen One, he would have cut off the puppet strings as well.

If they did not have a grudge against each other, Zong Jiu might have just watched from the sidelines.

However, since they had a grudge against each other, Zong Jiu was not one to be afraid of trouble. He was more than happy to cause trouble for Zong Jiu.

After he made up his mind, he put the idea aside and turned to ask in a low voice, "You said that No. 6 is in this dungeon. What is he trying to do?"

Zhuge An glanced at him. "I'll tell you when this dungeon is over."

'Alright.'

Zong Jiu shrugged and did not ask further. He continued to follow behind Lao Qiang.

The dungeon's restart was like a knife hanging over everyone's head.

The dungeon was supposed to last seven days, but it was restarted on the third day. What was even more frightening was that they did not have any leads.

The rookies' faces were all gloomy. No one spoke along the way, and the atmosphere was gloomy.

This time, they did not receive any money. What goes around comes around, and the only empty mud hut in the village was occupied by them.

The other team had not arrived yet. No one knew what they would do, but Zong Jiu did not care.

Looking at Lao Qiang's back, Xu Sen turned around. "Should we follow him?"

Zong Jiu waved his hand. "There's no need for that. Lock the door properly. Let's sort out the clues first."

Hearing this, everyone obediently sat on the ground and formed a circle.

After closing the door, the light in the mud hut dimmed. Only the window on the side still had some light.

Previously, everyone was thinking in their hearts. Coupled with the impact and urgency brought about by the sudden restart of the instance dungeon, they subconsciously ignored the burning hunger in their stomachs. After everyone sat on the cold ground, they began to feel uncomfortable.

After being a trainee for so long, even if the trainee dormitory had a huge gourmet restaurant, it was only enough to satisfy their appetite. When it came to the feeling of hunger, many people felt as if a lifetime had passed. However, the feeling of hunger was fierce and unstoppable.

"Our team doesn't have any rations. What should we do?" Xu Su clutched his stomach. He wanted to cry but had no tears.

In just a short period of time, his hunger value had dropped from 64 to 60. Now, looking at the numbers marked in red, he felt as if the shadow of the Grim Reaper had enveloped him.

The others were also frowning. "Why don't we go hunt some game in the nearby forest?"

The suggestion of looking for food in the village was ignored with great unanimity. After all, from the information brought back by the Black Shirt Azan, the people in this village had a nasty habit of eating human flesh. Just hearing about it made one's stomach turn.

"But behind the village is the deep mountains …"

Most of the special items in the trainees' hands were supernatural items, such as various F-grade charms and so on. Very few of them had physical attack attributes. Hunting game was not much easier than hunting for the natives of this era.

Moreover, in this year of famine, even people could not eat their fill, let alone animals.

Someone whispered, "Sigh, even if we can hunt some snakes, it's still edible."

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

"Don't tell me we have to go to the old mud hut and catch rats to eat?"

Thinking of the gray fat rats, many people began to feel nauseous.

Rats were a rare delicacy during the famine, but to the trainees, it was a challenge.

The hunger value penalty given by the system was terrifying.

The trainees did not want to think too deeply about it. But to put it bluntly, once this value was added, it was equivalent to standing on the same level as all the famine refugees in this instance dungeon. No one was more noble than the other.

When faced with the test of survival, people's moral bottom line would be lowered again and again.

The trainees were the same.

[Sigh, this famine mountain village instance dungeon reminds me of the A-grade horror instance dungeon 'Fatal Poison Gas'.]

[I thought of it too, it's really too cruel …]

[That instance dungeon really left a psychological shadow on me. Even without the live broadcast, I was scared to death when I heard the seniors' review.]

Fatal Poison Gas was only an A-grade instance dungeon, but its mortality rate was no less than any S-grade instance dungeon.

The instance dungeon's background was that the entire team was sent to a future filled with poisonous haze. The threats were various mutated animals, plants, and zombies. The main storyline was survival.

The scary thing was that the air in that instance dungeon was poisonous. To survive, everyone only had one oxygen cylinder, which could only last for a day.

If these four or five people died accidentally and left behind their oxygen cylinders, it would be fine.

But if no one died accidentally, the side quest would only give them ten oxygen cylinders. Even if they were saved, four or five people would not be enough.

No one wanted to die.

Even if killing each other was prohibited, it was only relative to external injuries. Indirectly killing with a borrowed knife or gently pulling out the oxygen tubes would not be categorized by the main system as a method of killing.

The outcome of that instance dungeon was imaginable. Almost all the teams that entered this instance dungeon had irreparable cracks and eventually collapsed. Even if they were lucky enough to survive, they would suffer from severe PTSD.

The famine mountain village instance dungeon was the same.

It touched the bottom line of survival and no one knew what the final outcome would be.

But what was certain was that if this continued, they would all walk towards the worst ending.

Everyone in the mud hut sighed. Only the white-haired youth had his hands in his pockets and said with a smile, "Do you want to see me perform magic?"

The others: "???"

Although everyone was hungry, watching the Magician perform magic was very tempting. Hence, the newcomers had a fierce battle in their hearts. They all stared at the Zong Jiu with expectant eyes.

"Next, it's time to witness a miracle."

The Magician smiled faintly. He clasped his hands in front of his chest and flipped his palms.

In the next second, a bright red apple appeared in his palm. The edible wax on the apple glowed faintly under the dim light. It looked very tempting.

"Gulp."

The sound of someone swallowing their saliva sounded in the silent air.

The bullet screen was dumbfounded.

[F * ck, where did the apple come from?]

[Who saw the Magician's actions? Is there anyone who can reveal the secret of this magic trick?]

[I didn't see it clearly. I deliberately zoomed in but I couldn't see it clearly. I'm dumbfounded.jpg]

The Zong Jiu didn't even look at it. He threw the apple to Xu Sen who was standing opposite him.

The latter hurriedly caught it and hugged the apple with a dazed expression. It was as though he was hugging the entire world.

The Magician lowered his head. "What fruit do you like to eat?"

"M-me?"

Xu Su stuttered. "Anything?"

The Zong Jiu revealed a professional smile. "Of course, anything is fine."

"Then … durian?"

The Zong Jiu flipped his palm and a durian wrapped in a plastic wrap appeared in his hand.

"Considering the feelings of those who don't like durians, you can go to the ventilated area at the entrance."

He turned to the others. "What do you all want to eat?"

The trainees were excited.

"I want to eat pineapples!"

"I want to eat pears!"

"I want to eat kiwis!"

.....

The voices came one after another.

The Zong Jiu nodded his head one by one. His slender fingers danced in the air. Every time he spun, he brought out a fruit.

Every time a fruit appeared, everyone would exclaim and clap. Their faces were flushed with excitement and their cheers were loud enough to lift the roof.

Not to mention the trainees at the scene, even the audience in the live broadcast room could not see clearly where he took out the fruit from.

[Record! Quick, record! I'll post it on the forum tonight. I don't believe that no one can solve this puzzle!]

[Damn … did anyone count how many fruits he took out? One for each of them. I'm in awe.]

[Me??? Mommy, how can this magician know magic!]

[This is magic, right? This is magic with a hammer. Don't try to fool me!]

There were also other comments that looked at the problem from a different perspective.

[Ah, is the magician such a nice person? He doesn't even keep food for himself.]

[Yeah, I didn't believe him when he said he wanted to send everyone out of this world after he got the Universal Wishing Voucher. Now I've been slapped in the face. Seems like there are still more good people in this world.]

[It's not bad that he's so nice. He's not like Messiah, the Son of God. He's a little too hypocritical.]

[+ 6. I felt that the Son of God was acting weird in the last dungeon. He wasn't like that before.]

After giving everyone a fruit, Zong Jiu slowly took out two watermelons and tossed one to Zhuge An. He sat down slowly and cut the watermelon with the poker cards in his hand.

Zhuge An glanced at him. "A strange black box?"

Zong Jiu was speechless. "A watermelon can't shut your mouth?"

There were almost a thousand paths that could be redeemed in Las Vegas. It was easy to tell at a glance. It was hard not to feel defeated.

The items from the magician's secret box were all normal items. Although there was a limit to the number of times they could be used per day, because they were normal items, survival points could be used to exchange for the number of times they could be used.

The fruits that Zong Jiu took out cost him about a thousand survival points. Logically speaking, that was a sky-high price for the fruits.

Of course, Zong Jiu was not the type to do charity for free. He had already planned in his heart how to make up for this shortfall. He was just short of putting it into action.

For a moment, the newbies in the mud hut worked hard to solve the items in their hands.

After eating, Zong Jiu clapped his hands. "Let's discuss the situation in the village."

"First of all, I suspect that our train of thought during the first reincarnation was completely wrong."

According to the clues given by Azan in black, the villagers should have gone to the temple early in the morning.

This meant that something must have happened in the temple to cause the main missions of the two identity cards to fail at the same time.

Two days later, in the morning, what had happened in the temple?

No one could figure it out.

It was obvious that they had missed out on a crucial clue.

Zong Jiu said slowly. "We have to save the woman even if we have to become enemies with the villagers tomorrow. She's the only clue that we know of."

No one had any objections.

At that moment, Xu Su, who had been guarding the door and finishing his durian, came back.

He carefully locked the door. "Brother Jiu, Brother Jiu, the other team is here. They're just outside our hut."

Although they did not know how the other team entered the village, they were still here. Lao Qiang was the one leading the way.

The last time there was a murder in front of the mud hut, the old locust tree was empty. Therefore, they copied Zong Jiu's team from the previous reincarnation and chose an empty spot in front of the mud hut to sit down. They could see the old locust tree from this spot.

Zong Jiu said, "Oh," and looked out the wooden window.

The other team was taking out dry rations from their bags and swallowing them with furrowed brows.

The newbies in the mud hut had already verified the rapid decline of their hunger points. At this rate, even if they ate sparingly, they would have to eat at least two meals a day.

Two meals.

There was not much food in their bags. At most, it would last them until noon the next day.

By then … when they really could not find any food, Zong Jiu could extort them at a high price. Wouldn't that be perfect?