Thriller Trainee

129. Happy Halloween

The accident happened in an instant, and there were bursts of exclamations in the live broadcast room.

[Damn it, the God of Death didn’t follow you in at all! 】

[No, I just switched the video and saw that he went in. Why did he suddenly appear at the entrance again? 】

[Sisters upstairs, maybe we all saw it wrong... The black fog behind the God of Death is too big, and the camera in the live broadcast room follows the magician, so it is normal to ignore it]

[Then doesn’t this mean that every move of the magician is actually expected by the Ghost King? Mommy, even if this god of death is strong, his brain is still so good? But other trainees should also be very lucky, after all, he only chases after the magician, dog head.jpg]

In a flash of lightning, Zong Jiu suddenly figured everything out.

When he was in the mirror room, he could still see the reflection of the black hood in the mirror at first. Later, these images were obscured by the black mist that continuously poured out of the cloak of death, completely covering all the mirrors. Not even a hair can be seen.

But because the sickle kept hitting the mirror, Zongjiu didn't pay too much attention, but relied on the sound of the mirror breaking to identify his location.

This also leads to a problem, that is...

The God of Death does not necessarily need to hold the scythe. He can let the scythe fly out and go to other places to knock on the glass, making noises in the east and west.

Then he stood guard at the entrance, waiting for the lost lamb to fall into the trap.

Like it is now.

The god of death opened his arms, and his playful low voice was full of malicious surprise.

"Oh? Are you so eager to throw yourself into your arms?"

The two-meter-high hood suddenly cracked open, and the darkness and abyss opened its fangs at the pure lamb.

From the perspective of onlookers and the live broadcast room, it just happened to swallow the white-haired young man whole.

This voice is so damn familiar, but unfortunately I don’t know what permissions the other party has granted. The survivors in the live broadcast room can’t hear it at all, only Zongjiu can hear it.

After swallowing the magician, the scythe was lifted up again by the black mist and respectfully returned to the hands of the God of Death.

The hood only stayed in place for a few seconds, and then began to slide again. The God of Death, who had just captured his prey, seemed to be in a very good mood, escaping deeper into the darkness just like a king patrolling his territory.

The trainees who only dared to watch from afar were heartbroken.

"It's over. The magician is probably in trouble this time."

"It's all been dragged into the cloak. You all saw the black mist just now. If someone gets a little bit of it, wouldn't it turn into corpse water?"

"Let's go quickly. Even an A-level trainee has no power to fight in front of the Ghost King. If we are targeted..."

It’s all about this, everyone who knows understands it.

So everyone didn't dare to speak anymore, ran away one after another, and continued to look for a safe house.

There was also a cry in the live broadcast room.

[Did the magician overturn? 】

[Yes, his live broadcast room was dark, either because it was blocked, or... well, you know, it only happens when something unexpected happens]

[Ouch, oh, oh, no, no! Among all the trainees, I like the magician the most! I am truly optimistic that he can ascend to the S-class throne! I'm torn! 】

What happened next is destined to be unknown, because light cannot penetrate the black mist, nor can it penetrate the huge cloak that sinks deep into the night.

So no one saw that a strong arm picked up the white-haired young man by the waist, his cold chest was pressed against his back, and his breath was wrapped around the roots behind the ears, making people shiver unconsciously with the cold.

Although Zongjiu is more than 1.8 meters tall, he is now held in a huge two-meter-high cloak like a chicken picked up by an eagle. Not only is he tens of centimeters above the ground, he cannot struggle and can only be trapped. The devil held him tightly in his arms.

But there's no need to struggle, he still has a trump card in his hand that he hasn't revealed yet.

Zong Jiu stopped, letting the other party maintain this posture, and asked coldly: "What are you doing?"

The man chuckled, casually wrapped his arms around the magician's waist, adjusted the magician to a position that better fit into his chest, and controlled the hood to fly forward.

The hood of the God of Death was large enough to hide several people inside, and the black mist surrounding it was thick enough that no one would notice any abnormal signs that the magician had been kidnapped.

A low voice sounded in the narrow and confined space, just right next to the pinna of the ear.

The red wine was poured into the decanter, and the fragrant and fragrant breath slowly spread, and the back was pressed against the chest.

"It's been so long since the last copy ended, but you still haven't given me an answer."

The hoarse voice surrounded Zong Jiu like a snake spitting venom. The huge hood seemed to have been processed to reduce noise. Although there was only a layer of cloak between them, it seemed that there was a thick layer of contact with the outside world. Frosted glass.

"It's really sad that the key has been delivered to me a long time ago, but it still hasn't come to me."

The devil said in a regretful tone, "In case our popular magician, who has been in the limelight recently, forgets about this, I have no choice but to take time out of my busy schedule to perform in person to show my sincerity."

The two people present naturally knew what the key meant.

Before the copy of No. 1 Middle School, No. 1 made a special trip to the magician's room under the shadows. As a result, the fight failed, and instead he was stuffed with a black S-class room card, which clearly hinted that Zong Jiu could go to him at any time. The devil informed him of his decision.

After all, it is still the invitation that has not been responded to for a long time.

Zong Jiu already had a plan in mind, but it was absolutely impossible for him to answer directly now.

So he evaded the important point and snorted coldly, "Chased me for three hours in the playground. Is this what you call sincerity?"

The cold gloves slowly rubbed the back of the young man's neck, smoothed the long hair hanging down the back of his head, and played with it fondly.

I don't know if it was to better play the role of the god of death, but the devil specially changed into a new pair of gloves.

His gloves were white before. White gloves were a sacred symbol of European knights in the Middle Ages. It was obviously ironic to wear them on his hands. Now, he put on a pair of pure black tactical half-finger leather gloves, and casually passed them across the aorta, feeling the fresh breath of life.

No.1 likes this action very much because he loves living things more than dead things.

Perhaps we should add a qualifier in front of this sentence, limited to magicians.

I don't know why, but now, the devil doesn't want to know the answer.

Because the answer doesn't matter.

But this did not prevent him from continuing to tease the other party in a playful way, "So what's your answer?"

As he spoke, the man moved suggestively to the side of the young man's face, his dark golden pupils flashing with an unknown light.

The trainees outside didn't know what was going on in the cloak. They only knew that the ghost king seemed to be in a much better mood after dismantling the magician. Even the arc around the cloak was higher, and there was no It means choosing the next target to chase.

All living and dead creatures avoid this god of death carrying a scythe.

coming.

Zong Jiu's face looked stable, and he didn't show any fear even when he was being carried and flew around in the air.

He pondered for a long time, pretending to be thinking, and then finally answered, "Then I agree."

The surging black mist seemed to be still for a moment because of his understatement.

Immediately afterwards, the man could not help but laugh from the depths of his throat, starting from his chest, and finally the young man in his arms also trembled.

This laughter is not without malice, but more of it is expected joy.

"What are you laughing at?"

Zongjiu asked calmly, "Don't you just want an answer?"

The demon didn't reply. Instead, it pressed its entire weight toward him, like a boneless mollusk.

However, his body was extremely cold, which made Zongjiu, who was born with a warm body temperature, very uncomfortable. He just wanted to move his body and stay away from this madman.

After laughing enough, the devil finally spoke.

"Little liar."

His tone was ambiguous, concealing the unknown danger underneath.

"look."

The magician was unmoved, and instead spread his hands, "You want an answer, but you don't want to believe my words, so the answer is obviously not that important to you."

It's risky to point this out directly though. But Zongjiu knows the devil too well.

Being an accomplice is far less exciting than being an enemy.

And a madman doesn't need an accomplice, he just needs an opponent.

So accomplices will die, but old enemies may not.

The man narrowed his eyes and did not answer his words.

On the contrary, Zong Jiu took the initiative to go a step further, "How about this, let's make a bet."

It was a bit uncomfortable to be tied up like this. At least Zongjiu felt that his legs were off the ground for too long, and it was extremely uncomfortable to hang.

In the distance, the main system has announced that it does not know which safe house it is. All the sounds were hazy, except for the friction of the cloak fluttering in the air, which seemed far and near.

No ghost without eyes dared to trouble the God of Death, and at the same time, it also eliminated the possibility of Zong Jiu finding another way to escape.

He could only think of a way on his own, such as saying a few words of joy to save himself from this extremely embarrassing situation.

As expected, the devil's interest was piqued, "Oh?"

"I'll give you an answer before the Halloween event closes."

Zong Jiu spoke very quickly and his words were gentle, "I may not be satisfied, but it should be a surprise."

Zongjiu didn't know whether it was a surprise or not, but as long as he could pull out the thread on No. 2's head, it would be the biggest surprise for No. 1.

So he closed his eyes and started writing bad checks. Otherwise, he would be kept in the hood and could only listen to the main system calling the safe house one after another. Although he didn't have to run away, he didn't. unable to complete the task.

Hearing this, No. 1 was a little uninterested, "That would be too boring."

Zong Jiu understood, "Then tell me what kind of bet you want to make."

"It's better than this."

The devil's eyes were calm and he said with a hint of amusement, "If you can complete the special clearance mission in the last hour..."

"Before your puppet?"

"That's right, before my puppet does."

No.1 slowly stretched out his fingers and gently pressed the lips of the white-haired young man from behind, rarely feeling a little eager to try.

The magician spoke, his lips brushing uncontrollably against the strange-feeling black glove.

It breaks apart at the first touch. The heat, which is different from another cold body, is like seeping through the fabric, stirring up a prairie fire.

The fighting spirit rose in the dark and narrow space, and each other's breathing could be heard clearly.

"make a deal."

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