Chapter 52

The moment he saw Lin Guoxing, Zong Jiu frowned.

He took a step forward and squatted on the ground, pretending to be examining him.

The other party really did look a little miserable.

Not only was his face covered in blood, but the flesh on his neck had also been ripped apart, deep enough to see the bone. His eyes were tightly shut, and he looked like he was in pain. If it wasn't for the weak breathing from his nose, he might have thought that his soul had already passed away.

When the white-haired youth saw this, he quietly moved his foot away from Lin Guoxing's hand.

It was obvious that the devil's control over Lin Guoxing was much deeper than that of the barbarian Anthony. Otherwise, Zong Jiu wouldn't have been able to touch so many threads with a wave of his hand.

In the end, even if five puppet threads pierced him, Lin Guoxing was just a puppet of the devil. As long as he was alive, he could continue to work for the devil; if he was dead, the devil could still find another puppet. But back to the main point, whether Lin Guoxing was alive or dead, it didn't affect the devil at all.

But in Zong Jiu's eyes, the other party's appearance was definitely not an accident, but more likely the manifestation of a conspiracy.

Someone asked worriedly, "Senior Lin, are you okay?"

Zong Jiu waved his hand, and as he did so, he carelessly touched the top of his head. He smiled gently. "Just a little badly injured, but it's no big deal."

The others were speechless.

They looked at Lin Guoxing lying in a pool of blood, and wanted to say something, but stopped.

You call this no big deal???

But in the eyes of some Grade-A, this was indeed no big deal.

As long as the trainees had a single breath left in them, they would be able to return to the infinite loop and spend five hundred survival points to be as good as new in the main system, alive and kicking.

In the end, Zong Jiu was only halfway through his laugh when his fingers froze in place.

Because there was nothing on top of Lin Guoxing's head.

There were no puppet threads, no cold iron wires.

There was nothing but hard ground.

Zong Jiu seemed to have realized something. He maintained the expression on his face as he stood up quietly and gave his seat to the other elders who came to help.

In the darkness not far away, someone curled his lips provocatively.

His face was blurred in the candlelight, and Garuda's tattoo flickered in and out, making one's hair stand on end.

Although they were very far apart, the smile only flashed for a moment before disappearing.

But Zong Jiu knew very well that it was him.

His worst premonition had come true. His worst fears had come true.

This trick of injuring oneself to gain the enemy's confidence was truly brilliant.

When Zhuge An looked at him, the white-haired youth didn't say anything. He just secretly gestured a number.

As expected, the black-haired man also frowned and fell into deep thought.

If the demon controlled Lin Guoxing, then things would be easier.

However, if the Devil had taken control of No.9 Azan … Things would become much more troublesome.

Zong Jiu retreated to a dark corner, and his mind began to spin wildly.

The demon couldn't have participated in the dungeon as a trainee, or else they wouldn't have not seen him until now.

Thinking about it this way, he should have participated in the plot as an NPC, unknowingly taking control of the trainees and then joining the dungeon.

Zong Jiu couldn't have touched the top of every NPC or trainee's head, which was obviously unrealistic.

So … who could it be?

He put his hand into his pocket, actually into his Backpack, and took out the tarot cards.

Just a day ago, Zong Jiu drew two cards and successfully verified the true identities of Anthony and the demon, and also successfully used up two of his stored cooldowns.

If he wanted to wait for the next cooldown to recover, he would have to wait until nightfall today.

Zong Jiu sighed in his heart.

The temple was still in a state of clamor.

The healers were busy healing, and the others who couldn't help continued to help Granny Yin with the preparations for her escape.

Outside the doors on both sides, wood shavings were falling. Many trainees were trying to find other things in the temple that could strengthen the door so that it wouldn't be destroyed by the villagers outside.

Using the coffin as a barrier, Zong Jiu coldly looked at the trainees who went up to bandage Azan and helped Lin Guoxing up to take care of him. His eyes were filled with emotions.

That familiar feeling seemed to follow his blood from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head, and enveloped him in a boiling heat.

Most of the time, he stayed out of it, like a real magician, on a huge stage, with a smile on his face that could stir up the atmosphere, and affect the mood of the audience.

Just like Zong Jiu said from the beginning, he had very little emotional fluctuations, as if he was born without them, so he could deeply understand the slightest emotion.

This time, he was surrounded by a pack of wolves, and the enemy was in the dark while he was in the light. The slightest carelessness could cause him to be reduced to ashes.

It was rare for Zong Jiu to feel so excited. In the many years he had spent in his original world, even the thrill of challenging an extreme large-scale magic spell and forcing himself to the edge of life and death before breaking through in one fell swoop was far from comparable to what he was experiencing now.

He could even guess that No. 6's feelings should be the same as his.

Under the warm lights of Las Vegas, Zong Jiu saw the dark flames burning in the other's dark golden eyes, as if to drag him into the bottomless abyss of prison.

Although he didn't want to admit it. But they did have a high degree of agreement to some extent.

Zong Jiu had a premonition.

At the end of this instance, only one of the devil's minions and the magician would be able to survive.

It was just a matter of life and death, and he was already prepared.

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Time passed very slowly amidst the anxiety.

But no matter how slow it was, the night still came as promised.

When the sky outside was about to darken, Granny Yin finally got up from the clay Bodhisattva.

She sat in front of the Bodhisattva for a whole day.

Regardless of whether it was the noise of the villagers outside knocking on the door with their farming tools, or the injured elders stumbling back, or the noise of the other people in the temple, none of them were able to affect Granny Yin's old-fashioned and monotonous recitation of the scriptures.

Zong Jiu felt that this era was very magical.

Obviously, they believed in the Bodhisattva, and they were chanting scriptures, but they walked the traditional Taoist underworld, and not the eighteen layers of hell.

But in the eyes of the people during the famine era, faith was their only hope. As long as it was useful to believe in the gods, whether it was Taoism, Buddhism, or Christianity, the people were willing to believe.

It was said that during the Ding Wu Qi Famine, there was a Christian from the West who visited various disasters. He suddenly felt that the people had no way to make a living, and the people were in a terrible situation. He felt that it was a good opportunity for God to send him to save the common people. He posted a portrait of Jesus Christ on the door of his house, and wantonly preached, causing the women in the surrounding dozens of miles to come step by step and kowtow to pray for rain.

But in the end, their feet were worn out, and they still couldn't ask for rain to save their lives.

Even if God didn't let people live, it was still the people who suffered.

After Granny Yin got up, the voices in the main hall immediately stopped.

The child who had played in the temple for almost a day was also tired. He found a corner and slept soundly. The trainee went over and stuck a mute spell on him. He estimated that he could sleep until daybreak.

Strangely enough, the villagers outside were noisy all day, but when it was almost night time, they quieted down.

The whole temple was quiet. Coupled with the hanging muslin curtain and the white candles that were lit all around the temple, the huge shadow cast by the tall coffin in the center couldn't help but make people's hearts feel cold. It was incomparably eerie.

The sharp voice shrouded in the black robe sounded at the right time.

"Walking the underworld is divided into three steps. Since we are looking for the person on the memorial tablet, I will light a kerosene lamp and place it on the coffin. You must not take the initiative to extinguish it."

Only when the yin energy was strong, the success rate of the underworld was high. If they couldn't wait until the night of the full moon, they would have to rely on external objects to increase the yin energy. For example, the deep coffin placed in the middle of the main hall.

"No one is allowed to stand in the entire temple. Everyone must sit down. Other than chanting, you are not allowed to say anything else. At the latest, before midnight, as long as the oil lamp is extinguished, it means that I have arrived. "

When everyone heard this, they all sat down on the ground. According to Granny Yin's instructions, they sat around the coffin in the middle.

"I will start chanting at midnight. You must listen carefully to every word. Everyone close your eyes and repeat it ten times. If you make a mistake, you will feel dizzy in the lightest case. If it is serious, your soul will scatter and your body will be implicated. "

When they heard that their bodies would be implicated, everyone became spirited. They repeatedly said that they would recite it aloud.

Granny Yin saw that they were teachable and nodded in satisfaction. She then recited the incantation for them three times.

The trainees silently opened the main system to record it and extract it into words. When the time came, they could just recite it in their minds.

"If you are fated, there may be a phenomenon of your soul leaving your body after you finish reciting the incantation. If such a situation occurs, don't be anxious. Just don't leave the main hall. When the Netherworld Lamp extinguishes, you will naturally return to your body. "

Everyone nodded like they were pounding garlic, indicating that they understood.

"If that's the case, then let's begin."

At the same time that Granny Yin was sitting on the ground, Zong Jiu also received a notification from the main system. The time for the next tarot card calculation was ready.

It just had to happen at this time.

Zong Jiu shifted his mind and started to chant the incantation with everyone else.

The chanting of more than thirty people gathered in this small temple. It bypassed the sorghum and spread outside.

[Logically speaking, I feel that this scene is a bit scary.]

[It's a bit scary + 6. It's like some evil cult is gathering people to cast spells. In addition to this gray temple background, everyone is wearing tattered clothes …]

[Stop, stop. It's rare that we don't have to enter a horror instance to do missions. Let's not spoil the fun like this.]

As they chatted, the bullet screen suddenly realized that something was wrong.

[F * ck, did you see that? Why did the hanging muslin curtains suddenly move?]

In fact, when the incantation was being chanted for the first time, the trainees in the temple felt a cold wind gradually blow from the ground where they were sitting.

Since the wind was blowing, the muslin curtains that were suspended in the air were naturally the first to be affected. They were like rootless duckweed that rose and fell, swaying with the wind. It looked extremely visually impactful.

Unfortunately, the trainees were very obedient to Granny Yin's words. If she told them not to open their eyes, they wouldn't open their eyes. No one wanted to experience the feeling of having their soul leave their body. Everyone's eyes were tightly shut, and they couldn't see the scene in front of them.

[It's not just the muslin curtains. Those candles are about to go out too!]

[If the candles go out, the live broadcast room will have to turn on its night broadcast mode, dazed.jpg]

[How is it going out? Isn't the kerosene lamp placed on the coffin still fine? It's fine as long as there's some light. Don't ask for too much.]

Just as the bullet screen was discussing animatedly, a violent gust of cold wind was generated. Coincidentally, it went counterclockwise along the entire main hall. Wherever it went, all the lit candles went out one after another, turning into a wisp of white smoke that drifted into the air.

After ten rounds of chanting, the shrill voice suddenly stopped in mid-air.

After the other trainees finished chanting, they opened their eyes in fear and trepidation.

The entire main hall was dark. Only the memorial tablet on the coffin lid and the kerosene lamp were still emitting a faint light. Everywhere was quiet and eerie. On the main seat, a figure wearing a black hood sat upright. No one could see her face hidden in the darkness.

In addition to the sudden dimming of the light, the temperature of the air also dropped by a few degrees, causing them to shiver uncontrollably.

'Did anyone's soul leave their body?'

'Did that old woman go into the underworld?'

'I don't know. Why can't I see anything clearly? Help!'

No one dared to speak. They could only exchange glances.

Soon, their gazes swept around in a circle. They discovered that there really was one person in the group who didn't open his eyes.

The white-haired youth sitting cross-legged to the side frowned. His eyes were tightly shut, and he looked very uneasy.