14. Chapter 14

As soon as the joke was finished, the ward fell into a more silent silence.

Zong Jiu realized that his joke seemed to have pushed the air even colder.

So he hurriedly made amends: "I didn't mean to inquire about the family tree. I just think that Prime Minister Zhuge was wise and brave, and you are no less than him. It's really... um... The Yangtze River's waves behind push the waves in front, honoring the ancestors and honoring the clan, you are worthy of being a descendant of the Zhuge family."

[......]

[......]

The barrage typed a series of "......", and the audience seemed to be confused by this sentence without a beginning or an end.

[No, who can tell me who Zhuge Liang is? He is very famous? ]

[I want to ask this question too...]

[But looking at the tone of this E-level, it doesn't sound fake. Do you know that Zhuge Liang? 】

[I don't know him. I've never heard of him. But it's so strange. Why does he sound so familiar?]

As soon as this comment came out, it immediately resonated with many people.

[Familiar +1]

[Familiar +10086. I even think this name is smart? But I'm sure I haven't heard of this name.]

Everyone was confused.

Tens of thousands of comments appeared in the live broadcast room of the two people, and no one knew the person named "Zhuge Liang" mentioned by Zong Jiu.

Not only the comments, but even the black-haired man glanced at him sideways, with a sense of inquiry.

"Who is Zhuge Liang?"

This time it was Zong Jiu's turn to be surprised.

"No way, you don't even know Zhuge Liang? His courtesy name was Kongming and his nickname was Wulong. He was the prime minister of Shu during the Three Kingdoms period. Such a famous figure, didn't you learn about him during the nine-year compulsory education?"

Zhuge An frowned.

Zong Jiu suddenly realized that he was a book traveler.

But if you think about it carefully, it doesn't make sense. Even if he is a book traveler, could it be that these people in front of him were not people from the real world? Anyone from the real world would know Zhuge Liang, right?

The white-haired young man looked at Zhuge An with a strange look, "......Are you not Chinese, but just took a Chinese name? No, although your IQ is like Sherlock Holmes in Conan Doyle's works, your EQ is like Sheldon in The Big Bang Theory, and your speech is the essence of both. But even if the language is the same in the infinite loop, you speak Chinese very fluently, with a clear accent."

Although the black-haired man has a deep face, it can be seen that he looks Asian. Coupled with Zhuge's surname, it is really hard for people to guess that he is a foreigner.

Chinese.

Zhuge An raised his eyes, and for the first time, his face, which had always been calm, showed a change with obvious emotional clues.

The next second, the man suddenly raised his hand.

His strong and powerful hand was suspended in the air, with five fingers forming claws, as if he wanted to gather the invisible air into his palm.

Two fish patterns, one white and one black, appeared in the air above his palm, forming a huge Tai Chi diagram.

Not only that, countless black stripes of varying lengths also appeared out of thin air, forming eight different hexagram positions floating around the Tai Chi diagram, forming a trend of many stars holding the moon, slowly rotating and moving.

Against the pale background of the ward, this scene seemed particularly mysterious and shocking.

The barrage in the live broadcast room exploded.

[Damn, why is there no one on the screen]

[Why did the two people in the ward suddenly disappear, I'm confused.jpg]

[It should be Zhuge's S-level props, I'm so curious, what is the conversation. So alert]

[Ah! It's the legendary S-level prop! I still don't understand its use, it is said to be quite versatile? ]

[Yes, this prop was obtained from the S-level copy "Investiture of the Gods", and it seemed that only Zhuge came back alive from that copy]

......

Zong Jiu's pupils shrank.

There is no doubt that this Tai Chi Bagua plate should be Zhuge An's trump card, and it is also the most feared thing by other old men besides his cunning and strategy.

Being able to reach such a high position as No. 3, it is 100% an S-level prop.

Could it be that he said something he shouldn't have said, causing others to turn against him and plan to take action directly?

Otherwise, how to explain that while they were chatting, the big man suddenly took out his trump card prop from the bottom of the box and activated it?

Zong Jiu was puzzled.

However, unexpectedly, only a faint halo emerged from the Tai Chi Bagua diagram.

This light halo firmly enveloped the two people in hospital gowns. In just a moment, Zong Jiu had an illusion that he was almost isolated from the world.

Just like the ward around him, although it was still the same ward, it looked different.

Zong Jiu asked cautiously: "Is this some kind of means of isolating space?"

Zhuge An glanced at him with a little appreciation, and said in deep thought: "Heaven and earth are positioned, mountains and lakes are connected, thunder and wind are close to each other, and water and fire do not shoot at each other. The eight trigrams are intertwined, counting the past is smooth, knowing the future is reversed, so Yi is reversed. However, now the moving trigram disturbs the fate, which is naturally not within the five elements."

Zong Jiu: "Can you speak, no, Mandarin?"

The black-haired man retracted his eyes just now and said coldly, "You just need to know that the barrage can't see the live broadcast now."

"Then now, tell me in detail,"

Zhuge An pursed his thin lips, his expression did not seem to be false, "What are the 'Zhuge Liang' and 'China' you just said?"

Zong Jiu: "......?"

He slowly typed a question mark.

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In the stairwell on the other side, with the help of Qin Ye, He Jianlan's rope was slowly pulled to the end.

[I'm so nervous. What do you think will be pulled up? Ahhhhhhh]

[If there is a high energy ahead, I can only ask all the seniors to help me block it. I will jump to the five-minute video first.]

[I'm so anxious to see that they can't find new clues. This copy is obviously so difficult. It won't end with a team wipe in the first round of selection (except for the two S-level bosses)]

[Anxiety +1. I'm afraid that they can't find the key clues, and then the copy will start the big cleanup mode on the last day as usual. In that case, unless there are S-level props, it's all over.]

Everyone stood aside, their bodies tense.

The staff of the high priest in Messiah's hand also glowed in the cold air, always alert to the existence of the end of the rope.

Almost the moment He Jianlan let the rope go down, the rope tied something.

But no one can be sure what they pulled up.

Slowly, the heavy panting sound came closer with the swing of the rope, as if something was enduring the pain and breathing desperately.

He Jianlan took the time to adjust his glasses: "It should be a living person."

They stared at the staircase nervously until a pale face was dragged up.

The psychic did not issue a warning, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief and looked at it with peace of mind.

The face's eyes rolled back, only intermittent breath came out of the mouth, the chest rose and fell weakly, and most of the body was hanging in the dark and bottomless stairwell below.

Fortunately, people still remember this face.

It was the E-level newcomer who broke down in the restaurant this morning, yelled at the head nurse, and ran out of the door directly.

Seeing his half-dead appearance, many F-levels who were lower than E-levels at the scene had weak legs and were scared to death.

"Don't bring all the people up yet, just in case..."

He Jianlan didn't finish his words, but all the old people understood what he meant and chose to acquiesce.

In the infinite loop, there are also survivors who are replaced by non-humans after being left alone. What's more, the other party is an insignificant E-level, and no one present knows his personality and details.

Jiang Yuan took the water and poured it on the head of the E-level newcomer, and kicked the sunken cheek with the upper of his shoe.

"Hey, wake up."

The cold water poured down his head, and such stimulation made the newcomer with white eyes shudder immediately, "Wow--" vomited a large mouthful of blood from his chest, and completely lost the spirit of psychological collapse when questioning the head nurse.

Jiang Yuan couldn't avoid it for a while, and his legs were sprayed directly.

"Fuck, you son of a bitch!"

The smelly red blood mixed with saliva hung in the air, emitting an unpleasant stench.

Jiang Yuan was so angry that his face twisted. Just as he was about to step forward and stomp hard, He Jianlan pulled him back a few steps.

Messiah's gloomy face improved.

He glanced at Jiang Yuan with a warning, and the high priest's staff in his hand suddenly emitted a series of golden green light with light spots.

In an instant, these light spots and light fell on the head of the person who was half-sticking out of the stairwell.

It was almost visible to the naked eye that the newcomer's originally pale face had a little more blood color, at least it didn't look like a cold corpse that was rushed to the morgue, and finally had some vitality of a living person.

As soon as consciousness returned, the newcomer gasped, his lips trembled, and his face was stained with fear that penetrated deep into his bones.

"Don't be anxious, take your time. If you find it difficult to speak, you can speak word by word, or just do some actions."

The S-level prop held by the blond saint is still in effect, and his tone is gentle and soothing, "I ask you questions, you just need to answer or respond. During this period, I will not interrupt your treatment."

The newcomer's eyes showed a light of gratitude.

Messiah whispered: "What is on the negative second floor?"

In an instant, the look in the eyes of the E-level newcomer was immediately replaced by panic.

He ignored the blood he had just vomited on the ground, and shook his head like a rattle, his teeth trembling, and the muscles on his face were spasming because of extreme fear, and he couldn't say a word.

Although they had known for a long time that there was something on the second floor below ground, such a reaction was still unexpected.

He Jianlan stared closely at the newcomer's facial expression, trying to find the slightest flaw in it.

Unfortunately, there was none.

Messiah felt a little regretful that he could not ask this question, but he did not force it, "Then, the next question, is there anyone else down there?"

The newcomer stopped shaking his head frantically, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

The old people exchanged glances with each other.

As of now, after entering the operating room on the first floor, they only had the second floor below ground left to explore.

Vincent disappeared mysteriously after entering the dungeon, and now all the clues point to the second floor below ground. Apart from the second floor below ground, he has nowhere to go. The answer of the e-level newcomer just verified the answer everyone guessed.

But they couldn't figure out why Vincent would stay down there and not come up.

As a half-vampire, if we talk about the ability to survive in a horror dungeon, Vincent of level A is even stronger than the Son of God of level S. After all, his physique is also yin, and ghosts are also yin. Generally, non-humans who enter the dungeon tend to kill the annoying yang humans, and then slowly grind with the yin counterparts.

This is also the consistent confidence of the members of the Dark Night Team represented by Vincent. As long as their team determines that the current dungeon is a supernatural dungeon, they will generally take advantage of this advantage to take the initiative.

Now Vincent has been missing for a long time. Either he is dead or he is trapped down there and can't come up.

In either case, it is very questionable.

"Then do you know whether he is dead or alive?"

Messiah paused, and was about to dig out more information, but saw that the newcomer suddenly began to struggle violently.

His pupils were filled with pleading tears, and he made a hoarse and harsh voice like an old blower, "Help...Help..."

He Jianlan was shocked, "Oh no, something is pulling him down!"

Almost at the same time, Qin Ye grabbed the rope that was constantly retreating, and in a moment, the veins on his thick arms bulged.

The others were stunned.

Qin Ye's ability was blessed by the werewolf, and he was extremely powerful. Even he showed a struggling expression, which showed how powerful the force that was competing with him was.

The newcomer's face became more and more painful, his arm rubbed on the cold and hard cement, dragging a shocking blood trail, along with a lot of scraped skin, cold and pale.

Anyone could see that the result of such a stalemate would definitely be bad. But looking at the newcomer's pleading eyes, no one could say the word "let go".

Just when the blond saint looked reluctant and was about to make a decision, the force from below suddenly increased.

The newcomer's pale face suddenly turned pale, and he disappeared into the dark stairwell with a "whoosh".

Qin Ye was uncontrollably pulled by the force and staggered.

"Swish--"

A creepy breaking sound came from the corridor.

Qin Ye's pupils shrank suddenly, and he subconsciously let go of his hand.

A heavy sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from the empty corridor.

No one spoke.

The old people were either indifferent to life and death, or they just watched as if it had nothing to do with them. He was the only one who made a cross on his chest and prayed in a low voice like the Messiah.

The newcomers turned their backs and retched. Fortunately, they did not face the horrible scene.

In just one day, these newcomers had experienced countless bloody scenes that they had never experienced before.

Even the wealthy newcomer who had just entered this dungeon and shouted in front of Messiah how much money he would spend to hire him as a bodyguard had already recognized this cold fact. He huddled in the corner and shivered, his glasses widened like copper bells.

"Alas."

He Jianlan was silent for a moment, and pulled up the knotted lasso again and put it away.

Special props will not be stained with dust. Even if a person just put it on and was torn alive, the lasso is still as smooth as before, without leaving any trace.

The old people knew that their efforts just now were in vain.

Now the clues have reached a dead end. Although He Jianlan is full of confidence in the random task issued by the main system, the premise is that he has a chance to survive in this dungeon with a difficulty infinitely close to S-level, so that he can write the names of Zong Jiu and Sheng Yu on the whiteboard.

Since this method does not work, the only way is-

"Let's go to lunch first."

Messiah stopped praying, "After lunch break, I will lead a team to check the second floor below ground."

Finally. This moment has finally come.

The trainees look at their noses with their eyes and their hearts with their noses.

Messiah chose to speak frankly on this topic: "I know that no one wants to be in danger. But since the opening of this dungeon, we have been working together and have never experienced any dangerous challenges. This may result in our scores not being optimistic when the dungeon is settled, and there is even a risk of being demoted. Of course, if you really don't want to go, I won't force you, but if you are ambitious and want to get a higher rating after the dungeon is over, you are welcome to come to me privately during lunch break."

The Son of Heaven said this, and some people inevitably became active.

Everyone knows Messiah's ability. Following such a treatment, safety can be said to be guaranteed to the maximum extent. If you miss this opportunity, you will miss it.

Everyone went upstairs in silence, each with their own thoughts.

Jiang Yuan, who was walking behind, noticed the high school student who was trying to sneak away from the team.

He glanced at Sheng Yu's back and said viciously: "Okay, this traitor dares to come here to inquire about the news!"

The previous confrontation with Zong Jiu was simply embarrassing for Jiang Yuan.

Although his expression was not obvious just now, he clearly saw several newcomers discussing in private, which made Jiang Yuan even more furious.

No, he must find a way to get back the upper hand.

So after confirming that Messiah had gone upstairs, Jiang Yuan whispered to the newcomers: "Stay here and come up after seeing the E-level and F-level come out. Report any news or intelligence to me at any time."

How dare the newcomers disobey a B-level? They all said yes.

Jiang Yuan nodded with satisfaction and left without looking back.