Thriller Trainee

In the next few days, everything went on step by step.

Zong Jiu did not participate in the teams organized by other trainees in the team, but Anthony, as his eyeliner, has always collected and passed information to him.

Surviving in this dungeon like Xanadu is still a very fascinating thing, not to mention that the Evil City is sure to fall into **** after passing the Judgment Day, so there are many trainees in the team who have experienced intense psychological suffering. , I chose to kill those NPCs who escaped from the evil city.

And the NPCs in the City of Good, as they said, accepted their death without complaint.

Faced with this scene, these trainees constantly hypnotize themselves, which is false. Set up a thick psychological armor for yourself and pull the trigger.

Of course, there are very few people like Xu Su who either will never attack their relatives, or are very determined to return to the real world, but unfortunately there are not many of them.

There are not many choices left to them, because the second main line destroys the copy, and the way on the bright side is the same as the first one.

It was only five days before Judgment Day. Soon, three days passed.

Zong Jiu didn't do anything in the past few days, but strictly abided by his promise to play with the little devil, occasionally prying out some new intelligence and information from the other party.

I don't know if it's because of the full memory of the adult body that the precocious little devil is completely different from ordinary children.

He is very busy every day. In the morning, he has to get up before dawn to prepare for morning prayers, preside over lunch at noon, listen to the townspeople’s confession and prayer in the afternoon, and go to the library behind the cathedral to read books in the evening, and only have a little freedom in the morning. time.

Boys of this age are either playing with building blocks or toys. The little devil is very relieved. Although Zong Jiu promised to play with him, in fact, the only thing necessary every day is to read bedtime stories at night, and he only needs to be with him during the day.

Most importantly, he is very quiet, not so quiet as a noisy six-year-old.

"Since the nun said that the inhabitants of the city of good have separate good and evil personalities, what about you?"

"Me?" The little devil was stunned for a long time before he reacted, "Big brother, don't worry. I have received the suppression of this copy, and it is impossible to separate my personality. I am not so much as a perpetrator, but as I am. It is the anchor of good and evil."

"Furthermore...I will always be judged."

In the afternoon, they were basking in the sun on the green grass behind the church.

The warm sunlight is shining down from the sky, shining on people, and it is warm.

The white-haired young man with his head closed closed his eyes, "Is the ability of the townsfolk to separate good and evil in your mouth to purify it?"

The little devil nodded, and little white fluorescent light floated on his immature little hand, his expression flat.

"Like not being afraid of flames, these two are my innate abilities."

Zong Jiu keenly noticed the words "innate" in his words.

As if he had discovered his doubts, the little devil hugged his knees and whispered: "It's just my ability, to be precise, my ability before the age of six. Not after the age of six."

This sentence can explain why the great devil has no purification ability, but why it turns into a puppet thread and the shadow shuttles is still an unsolved mystery. And Zong Jiu didn't know the ability to fear the flame.

Noting that the little devil was not in a high mood, Zong Jiu was empathetic and didn't ask much in the spirit of caring for the child.

In his heart, he became more and more curious about what the devil experienced in that Super S Grade dungeon after he was six years old.

In the afternoon, it was time to confess to the townspeople.

Even if the two personalities are separated, the townspeople still often commit crimes. So every day, the little pope is as busy as spinning tops. Most of the time, he has to stay in the confession room to listen to the believers' confession, and then forgive their sins.

Confessing to any cardinal in the church will not get such a result. After all, it is too tired to maintain the activation ability for a long time. When the little demon comes out of the confession room again, his face is as pale as paper. .

"Don't worry, I'm fine, just a good night's sleep."

The little boy put down the bishop's scepter in his hand and showed a soothing smile, "Speaking of which, thank you brother for his doll. With it, I sleep a lot more peacefully every day."

Zong Jiu said nothing.

But isn't it, the little devil is almost holding the rabbit doll every day like holding the bishop's scepter.

Enough to see his love.

There are only two days until Judgment Day, and everyone is busy.

There are fewer and fewer NPCs in the town.

Many trainees have eliminated five to six black lines of evil, and they are only one step away from success.

Among them, more and more trainees were accidentally possessed by residents of the Evil City, and unfortunately they were told that they could no longer complete the first main task.

The barrage is also worried.

[It seems that this dungeon main system is determined to split the team inside]

[The trainees who cannot complete the first main task must find another way, but the second main task touches the practical interests of the trainees of the first main task]

[Oh...I hope that there will be no internal strife. I just went to the live broadcast room for a walk. Many teams of low-level trainees have been wiped out. There are also many live studio teams that have also started to engage in internal strife, which is very embarrassing]

[Indeed, they are all friends who used to fight together. It's funny, but in fact, everyone might have misunderstood it before. After all, at the end of the horror trainee competition, everyone has to be hostile, vying for the last one hundred places. The main system may be preparing for a rainy day, and it may be possible to destroy the league.]

Sure enough, the expected differences appeared.

Anthony and Xu Su, plus Zhong Yiyuan's group of people plan to take the second main task, other trainees are doing everything possible to stop them.

The former contacted their familiar NPCs and family members, and had taken advantage of these few days to plant explosives and other arrangements around the town. But the first team of trainees quietly followed behind them and removed all the ambushes they had made.

It was another night talk.

Zong Jiu rubbed his temple wearily, and sent away Anthony who came to look for him.

The white-haired young man walked to the window and stared at the night outside.

It was almost midnight, Judgment Day was getting closer, and there was only one day.

In the oracle descended by the angels, on the last day of the end of the world, when the first ray of sunlight falls in the early morning, the trial will begin.

Zong Jiu didn't ask about the way to get the devil's adult body back.

But the answer the little devil gave him was to wait until Judgment Day, and the big devil would come back by himself.

What the little devil said was new, but Zong Jiu didn't figure out the relevance of this.

They are also the "naturally holy" people in the NPC town. As we all know, a person who is born holy can pass the Judgment Day directly without being punished.

But why did the little devil say that he still has to be judged?

After Judgment Day is over, it is to be executed. Is it possible that although the little devil is the six-year-old personality of the devil, after all, they are still the same person, so heaven will not accept him. **** Christ still wants him to pay for the sins committed by the devil in the future?

The magician stood by the window for a long time, only to realize that it seemed to be raining outside again.

The wind roared and convoluted, beating on the town without limit.

The black clouds are like the dead sea surging up, bit by bit occupying the night sky that was deep enough.

The shining thunder light rolled behind the dark clouds, rumbling through the world. Even if Zong Jiu was standing here, he could feel a faint drizzle of cold drizzle entrained by the wind, slowly falling from his cheeks.

With his eyesight, a group of trainees could be seen in the distance behind the rain curtain hunting down the NPCs in the Evil City.

The light bullet pierced the night sky, screaming and shattering the chest of the shadow, the scream was not clear through the rain curtain.

Zong Jiu then remembered that after entering this copy, he had not taken the initiative to meet the old nun.

The old nun's old church is on the edge of the town. She is pious enough on weekdays and does not need to come to the cathedral to pray for blessings like other townspeople.

Because to be honest, even if this copy is exactly the same as the real world he once lived in, Zong Jiu won't stay for a while. What's more, the old nun passed away a long time ago. Instead of keeping such a beautiful illusion, it is better to let her be buried in memory forever. It is impossible for him to be immersed in the illusion.

"Noisy—"

A flash of lightning flashed through the sky, tearing the night apart, and fell to the wilderness not far away.

Zong Jiu retracted his eyes.

He raised the candlestick on the side and was about to take a look in the little devil's room next door when the door not far away was knocked suddenly.

"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk."

The person who knocked on the door seemed very hesitant, and immediately died down after three knocks, and there was no more movement.

The magician walked to the door and opened it.

Outside the door, the little boy holding the pillow seemed to be taken aback and took a step back subconsciously.

Compared with the neatly combed hair during the day, the little devil now has his head messed up like a chicken coop, his head is raised up high, and he is wearing a linen pajamas. The velvet pillow he holds on his chest is almost the same as that of him. Big.

Of course, in addition to the pillow, he also hugged the bunny doll that had hardly left his hand in the past few days, as if to draw the power to face the night from it again.

Facing the brows and eyes of the white-haired magician Yan Li, the little devil swallowed, showing a pitiful expression.

"Brother... outside, the thunder outside is so big, I'm a little scared."

The six-year-old little demon and the adult demon are not so different in stage numbers, at least Zong Jiu could see through the kid's idea at a glance.

The young man paused. After all, he turned sideways and opened a gap, "Come in."

The little devil endured it for a long time before he maintained a face of horror that couldn't help but didn't let his own joy raise his eyebrows so much.

But for a child, it's just normal to look happy and look good, and the steps he walks are subconsciously jumping and jumping, and at a glance, he knows whether he is in a good mood or not.

Zong Jiu shook his head in his heart.

When he put down the candlestick and turned his head back again, the little devil was already very well-behaved and lay on his bed. By the way, the quilt on the bed was neatly folded, looking at him expectantly.

Zong Jiu: "..."

What is this guy looking forward to.

The white-haired young man looked like a smile, "It's so late, go to bed. If you dare to quarrel with me in the middle of the night, I'll kick you off, do you hear?"

The little devil nodded hurriedly, closed his eyes immediately, and expressed his determination with actions.

It's strange to say that he was so afraid of thunder and rainy nights, but sleeping beside this person was unexpectedly sweet.

After closing his eyes, the little devil thought in a daze.

Soon, the little boy's breathing became even, and he fell into a sweet sleep. He didn't even frown his brows subconsciously when he fell asleep on weekdays.

Zong Jiu looked at him for a while, and after confirming that the little devil was really asleep, he opened the quilt and lay down.

I don't know if it was because of the cold wind pouring into the quilt, the little devil held the rabbit doll and turned over in a daze.

It coincided that the blown out candle flickered.

Before the room fell into darkness, the magician glanced at one of them, his eyes suddenly sharpened.

He was silent for two seconds in the dark, only then re-ignited the candlestick and lifted the quilt.

The boy carried him on his back, perhaps because of his sleeping position, rubbing a large piece of skin with a little fat on his back.

On it, criss-crossing scars and black lines of sin were intertwined, densely entangled in the dim candlelight, shocking.