Chapter 51

Oh ho.

Zong Jiu narrowed his eyes.

He tossed the apple to Anthony. "I'm not fighting anymore."

The latter was looking at him with hostility. When the apple flew at him, he thought it was a hidden weapon and instinctively raised his hand to block it. He did not expect his fingernails to pierce into the flesh of the apple.

"What's the meaning of this?" The half-vampire's face looked even uglier after the apple juice splashed on his hand.

The white-haired youth waved his hand. "I'm tired. I don't want to fight anymore."

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

He stared at Zong Jiu's back with bloodshot eyes, reminding himself to stay calm and not to forget His Majesty's order.

It had to be said … Although Anthony was hesitant about what Lin Guoxing said to him in the mud house, all his hesitation disappeared when he saw the yellow talisman.

The Magician was really a mole.

As long as more than five people accused the same person of being a mole, after the main system confirmed it, they could work together with other trainees to kill the mole. Any trainees who participated in killing the mole would be rewarded with survival points or an increase in their evaluation coefficient.

In this case, even if Anthony disobeyed His Majesty's order, he could blame it on the fact that they were in different camps and completely remove himself from the game.

Anthony looked at the apple in his hand and then looked at the youth's back. His eyes flashed with a hint of contemplation.

On the other hand, Zong Jiu casually leaned against a wall and began to think.

He felt that things were not that simple.

Since the devil was a mentor, he had almost supreme power in this game.

Under such circumstances, the question of what his purpose was became particularly thought-provoking.

After lunch, everyone started to feel sleepy.

The villagers outside were still shouting, but they could not hear clearly through the door.

"Have you found a clue?" Zhuge An sat on the ground.

Zong Jiu said straightforwardly, "Yes, keep an eye on Lin Guoxing."

This dungeon was difficult. Only Yi Yuesi had died so far, including the trainees and newbies.

It was not difficult, but one wrong step and the whole team would be wiped out. There was no way to turn the tables.

In the last reincarnation, they did not get an answer from the woman and did not participate in Granny Yin's Yin.

No one knew what would happen tonight. There might be other clues.

Zhuge An did not ask him how he found out.

Just as he was about to speak, a commotion came from the dark tunnel below the clay Bodhisattva.

A few old people came out in a single file with a child in their hands.

This child was no stranger. It was the one who followed Wang Shou.

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

. behind the tunnel? Oh, I remember now. Isn't the mourning hall at the back of the temple open-air?]

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.. "." Hurry up and seal the tunnel. Otherwise, the villagers will be cold when they crawl in. "

There were too many mysteries in this dungeon. In just three days, there were only a few scary moments.

After the dungeon was restarted, every trainee's score would be lowered by one. The old people were not like the newbies who only wanted to survive. They were ambitious and career-oriented. Since their score was lowered, they had to make up for it from other places.

At this time, the challenge of danger became their only choice.

This village was very strange, and the tunnel was known to be a place where Yin energy gathered. The newbies knew their limits and felt like they were walking on thin ice. Granny Yin asked them to help, so they obediently busied themselves in the tunnel.

The old people, on the other hand, had nothing to do. After some discussion, they decided to try their luck. They did not expect to catch a child instead of a ghost.

"How could a child climb over the tunnel?" Zong Jiu frowned.

When he said this, he glanced at Lin Guoxing's position. When he realized that Lin Guoxing had disappeared from his previous position, a warning light immediately lit up in his heart.

Seeing that he was the one who asked, the old people quickly said, "We asked him the same question, but he refused to say anything. It's like he's a mute."

Everyone knew that a portion of fruit was just a portion for a meal. It was not like they had no appetite. Facing this man who held their stomachs tightly, they would not offend him if they could and curry favor with him if they could.

At this moment, Granny Yin, who was silently reciting scriptures, slowly opened her mouth. "There is a door at the bottom of the tunnel that can be closed. As long as it is closed, the villager will not be able to pass."

"Okay."

Zong Jiu nodded. "Is there anyone behind you? If there is, quickly call them back. "

Everyone was worried about this problem, so they agreed in unison.

The old man scratched his head. "What about the child?"

"Leave it to me."

Zong Jiu nodded at him.

At this moment, the black clothed Azan, who had been standing at the side with his eyes closed, spoke up. "I'll go with you."

Because of his injuries, the black clothed Azan did not say much. Instead, he was seizing the time to heal his injuries and rest.

But if a villager really did sneak in, it would be difficult for these few old people to stop him.

With a high ranking S-rank volunteering, the other old people were naturally flattered and repeatedly thanked him.

Zong Jiu watched the old people return to the tunnel before he turned his attention to the child.

The child who was being carried by the back of the collar immediately hid behind the white-haired magician as soon as he landed.

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

Zong Jiu was treated so warmly by a child for the first time, and he was a little flustered.

Then, in his fluster, he did not forget to touch the child's head to see if there were any strange threads.

Yes, there were none.

Not bad, he was a good child.

The white-haired young man patted the child's head and pulled out a piece of candy from a hidden box. He smiled even more brightly.

He crouched down. "Little boy, big brother wants to ask you a question?"

Some things that adults did not necessarily know, he might be able to glean more clues from a child.

The child was a little wary at first, but after eating Zong Jiu's candy, he was instantly won over. He nodded and looked at the white-haired young man with eager eyes.

The candy Zong Jiu pulled out was the most common piece of brown sugar. The things he pulled out of the box were all in accordance with the era of this pocket dimension, so he could not conjure up any delicious candies. But it was clear that sweet candies were a luxury good in times of famine. Even the people in the city could not afford them, let alone the villagers.

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

The child said timidly, "Yes, she was very kind. Grandma is very good to me. She often sends me delicious food. "

There was hope!

Zong Jiu and Zhuge An exchanged glances, then continued to guide the child. "Then why did the old lady disappear?"

When asked this question, the child looked like he was deep in thought.

"Daddy said that the old lady ate the immortal herb and went to a place where we could not find her."

After saying this, the child realized that the big brother in front of him probably did not know what immortal herb was, so he quickly explained.

"Immortal herb is a kind of immortal herb. You don't need to go hungry after eating it. As long as you eat the immortal herb, you don't need to eat anymore. You only need to eat a little Bodhisattva soil to be full every day! "

There was too much information contained in these two sentences. For a moment, the scattered clues in Zong Jiu's mind were stuck at a crossroad.

One led to a beautiful story made up by the villagers to fool the child; the other led to the most terrifying ending.

No matter how much he asked, he could not get any more clues.

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

The child looked at the candy, then looked at him. He nodded obediently and ran away, squatting under the clay Bodhisattva to look at the candles.

The white-haired youth let out a long sigh and stood up from the ground.

Zhuge An raised his eyebrows. "How was it?"

His tone was calm, as if he had already seen through the situation.

"Be careful. Let's wait for Granny Yin to cast her spell first."

Zong Jiu looked at the child's innocent side profile and slowly smiled. "But now I can completely confirm what the main mission of the normal card is."

The main mission of the normal card was to protect the villagers.

But in reality, not all the people in this village were human. There were too many people who had turned into evil spirits in human skin. That was why their eyes turned black in their daily lives.

The main mission of the normal card was to protect the normal people in the village, or rather, to protect the normal people from becoming evil spirits.

Zong Jiu was not the only one who realized this. After the clues were exchanged, Azan in black should have figured out the answer as well. Otherwise, he would not have volunteered to follow the old man to the back.

If they continued to follow this clue, the perfect corpse for the mole card was very likely to be …

Just as Zong Jiu was thinking, the light from the white candles in the hall suddenly swept to the side.

A chilly wind rose, blowing the gauze curtains hanging from high up in the hall. It was quite a visual impact.

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

The black corridor under the clay Bodhisattva was still pitch black and dead silent. There was not even the slightest sound of footsteps.

Zong Jiu's expression changed. A poker card appeared in his hand as he stared at the entrance of the corridor.

In the blink of an eye, a broken shadow was thrown out from the corridor and landed on the ground.

Behind it was Azan in black who had an ugly expression.

He held the arm of an old man covered in blood tightly with one hand and controlled the spirit summoning banner with the other as he roared.

"Close the door!"

The trainees who were shocked by the scene outside finally reacted. They swarmed forward and closed the wooden doors on both sides of the corridor.

While they were locking the doors, someone outside hit the blunt flesh with a hoe. The sound of blood splattering could be heard again and again. Someone in the corridor let out a shrill cry of pain. The high pitch changed and gradually fell silent.

"There's … there's someone behind us?"

The trainees were terrified.

Azan in black put the person down and lowered his head to vomit blood. "One of them was careless and had his heel cut off by the hoe. He couldn't keep up."

If the heel was cut off, naturally he would not be able to walk.

It was easy to imagine what would happen if he fell behind.

Everyone was silent.

Just now, they had walked down the corridor to the mourning hall. Halfway through, Azan in black was the first to realize that something was wrong.

It was too quiet.

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

The trainees in front of them nervously turned on their flashlights. In the darkness, they only saw pale and twisted faces with black eyes.

There were six or seven old men who went with them. In the end, only three returned. One of the old men had half his arm chopped off with a hoe. Enduring the pain, he stumbled and abandoned his props to push himself out of the corridor.

There was also the old man whose arm was held by Azan in black. It was unknown if he was dead or alive.

As No.9, Azan in black's strength was immeasurable. He had taken the lead and walked at the front of the corridor. In the end, he had taken the brunt of most of the attacks. It was not easy for him to protect so many people from so many supernatural beings and escape unscathed.

However, Zong Jiu did not pay attention to this.

He shifted his gaze to the person on the ground who was covered in blood and wounds.

The person lying there was none other than Lin Guoxing.