52 Chapter 52
The moment he saw Lin Guoxing, Zong Jiu frowned.
He took a step forward, squatted on the ground, and pretended to be doing an inspection.
The other party looked really miserable.
Not only was his face covered with blood, but the flesh on his neck was also flying into pieces, deep into the bone. At this moment, he closed his eyes tightly, looking painful. If there was no weak breath between his nostrils, he might really think that his soul had returned to the west.
The white-haired young man looked at this scene and calmly 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 over Anthony, the barbarian. Otherwise, Zong Jiu would not have touched so many silk threads with a wave of his hand.
In the final analysis, even if five puppet threads were inserted, Lin Guoxing was just a puppet of the devil. If he was alive, he could continue to work hard for the devil; if he died, the devil could find another puppet. But back to the point, whether Lin Guoxing is dead or alive, it does not cause any loss to the devil.
But in Zong Jiu's eyes, the other party's appearance is not a surprise at all, but more likely a manifestation of a conspiracy.
Someone asked worriedly: "Is Senior Lin okay?"
Zong Jiu waved his hand, and casually touched his head while waving, smiling gently, "It's just a little bit injured, it's not a big deal."
Others: "..."
They looked at Lin Guoxing lying in a pool of blood, and hesitated to speak.
This is called not a big deal? ? ?
But in the eyes of some A-levels, these are indeed not a big deal.
The trainee only needs to have a breath, hang on to his life and return to the infinite loop, and spend 500 survival points to recover in the main system as before, and be alive and kicking.
As a result, Zong Jiu's fingers stopped in the middle of his smile.
Because there was nothing on Lin Guoxing's head.
No puppet silk, no cold iron wire.
There was nothing there except the hard ground.
Zong Jiu realized something. He kept his expression on his face, stood up calmly, and gave his place to other old men who came to rescue him.
In the darkness not far away, someone curled his lips provocatively.
His face was blurred in the light of the candle, and the Garuda tattoo flickered, which was creepy.
Although it was far away, even the smile was only a flash.
But Zong Jiu knew that it was him.
The worst premonition came true. What you fear is what you get.
This trick of self-torture is really great.
When Zhuge An looked at him, the white-haired young man said nothing, but secretly compared a number.
As expected, the black-haired man also frowned and fell into deep thought.
If the devil controlled Lin Guoxing, then things would be easy to deal with.
But if the devil controlled No. 4 Black Azan... things would become much more difficult.
Zong Jiu retreated to the dark corner of the wall, and his mind began to spin wildly.
The devil couldn't have participated in the dungeon as a trainee, otherwise they wouldn't have seen him so far.
So he should have participated in the plot as an NPC, unknowingly controlled the trainees, and then joined the dungeon.
Zong Jiu couldn't touch the top of every NPC or every trainee's head, which was obviously unrealistic.
So... who is it?
He reached into his pocket, actually into the system backpack, and took out the tarot cards.
Just a day ago, Zong Jiu drew two cards, successfully verified the true identities of Anthony and the devil, and successfully used up the two cooling times he had stored.
If he wanted to wait until the next cooling time was restored, he had to wait until dark today.
Zong Jiu sighed in his heart.
The temple was still noisy.
Those who were healing were busy healing, and others who couldn't help continued to help Yin Po take care of the preparations for walking in the underworld.
Wood chips fell outside the gates on both sides. Many trainees tried to find other things in the temple to reinforce the door panels so that they would not be chopped by the villagers outside.
With the coffin as a barrier, Zong Jiu looked coldly at the trainees who went up to bandage the black-clothed Azan and helped Lin Guoxing up to take care of him, with a wave in his eyes.
That familiar feeling seemed to flow from his feet to his head along his blood, covering his whole body in a hot state.
Most of the time he stayed out of the matter, like a real magician, standing on a huge stage, with a smile on his face that could best mobilize the atmosphere of the scene, controlling the emotions of the audience.
Just like Zong Jiu said from the beginning, his emotions rarely fluctuate, as if he was born without them, so he could deeply understand every little emotion.
This time, there were wolves all around, the enemy was in the dark and he was in the light, and if he was not careful, he might end up with nothing left.
There were few times when Zong Jiu felt so interested. In his original world, even the extreme large-scale magic challenge, the pleasure of pushing himself to the end of life and death and then breaking through in one fell swoop, was far from comparable to what he felt now.
He could even guess that No. 1 was in the same mood as him.
Under the warm lights of Las Vegas, Zong Jiu saw the dark fire burning in the other party's dark golden eyes, as if dragging him into the bottomless abyss prison.
Although he didn't want to admit it. But they did have a high degree of consistency to some extent.
Zong Jiu had a hunch.
At the end of this copy, only one of the devil's minions and magicians would survive.
It was a life-and-death struggle, and he was ready.
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Time moved very slowly in the anxiety.
But no matter how slowly it moved, the night still came as scheduled.
When it was about to get dark outside, Yin Po finally got up from in front of the clay Buddha.
She sat in front of the Buddha for a whole day.
Whether it was the noise of the villagers knocking on the door with farm tools outside, or the old people stumbling back with injuries, or the noise of other people in the temple, none of them could affect Yin Po's old-fashioned and monotonous recitation of scriptures.
Zong Jiu felt that this era was magical.
He clearly believed in the Bodhisattva and recited scriptures, but he went to the traditional Taoist underworld, not the eighteen levels of hell.
But it was also true that in the eyes of the people in the famine era, faith was the only hope. As long as believing in gods is useful, no matter what Taoism, Buddhism or Christianity, the people are willing to believe.
It is said that during the Dingwu Great Famine, a Christian from the West visited the disasters in various places and felt that the people were living in misery and suffering. He felt that it was a good time for God to send him to save the people. He posted a portrait of Jesus Christ at the door of his house and preached widely, attracting women with bound feet from dozens of miles around to come step by step to kowtow and pray for rain.
But in the end, they wore their feet and failed to pray for a life-saving rain.
The time, the place and the people are all right. Even if God doesn't want people to live, the suffering will be for the people.
After the Yin Po got up, the voices in the hall immediately stopped.
The child, who had been playing in the temple for almost a day, was also tired. He found a corner and fell asleep soundly. The trainee went over and put a silence spell on him. It is estimated that he can sleep until dawn.
It is strange that the villagers outside were noisy all day, but they became quiet at night.
The whole temple was quiet, and with the hanging gauze curtains and the white candles lit around the temple, the huge shadow cast by the tall coffin in the center could not help but make people feel cold and eerie.
A sharp voice under the black robe sounded at the right time.
"Walking the Yin is divided into three steps. Since we are looking for the person on the spirit seat, I will light a kerosene lamp on the coffin later. Don't take the initiative to extinguish it."
Only when the Yin Qi is heavy, the success rate of going down the Yin is high. If you can't wait until the full moon night, you have to use external objects to increase the Yin energy, such as the deep coffin placed in the center of the hall.
"No one can stand in the whole temple. Everyone must sit down. Except for chanting the mantra, no other words can be said. Before midnight at the latest, as long as the oil lamp goes out, it means that I am coming."
Everyone sat on the ground one by one, and sat around the coffin in the center as Yin Po said.
"I will start chanting the mantra at 12:00, you must listen carefully to every word, and everyone closes their eyes and chants ten times. If you chant it wrong, you will feel dizzy at the least, and your soul will be scattered at the worst, and you will suffer from the disaster."
When they heard that it would harm themselves, everyone was alert and said they would recite it well.
Seeing that they were teachable, Yin Po nodded with satisfaction and chanted the mantra to them three times.
The trainees silently opened the main system to record it, extracted it into text, and then chanted it in their minds.
"If you are destined, you may experience the phenomenon of soul leaving the body after chanting the spell. If this happens, don't worry and don't leave the hall. When the lights go out, you will naturally return to your body."
Everyone nodded like pounding garlic, indicating that they understood.
"In this case, let's start."
Just as Yin Po sat on the ground, Zong Jiu also received a reminder from the main system that the time for the next tarot card calculation was ready.
It happened to be at this time.
Zong Jiu took his mind off and chanted the spell with everyone.
The chanting of more than 30 people gathered in this small temple, bypassing the sorghum and spreading outside.
[To be honest, I think this scene is a bit scary]
[A bit scary +1, it seems like some evil cult is gathering to cast a spell, plus this gray temple background, everyone is wearing tattered clothes...]
[Stop, stop. It's rare that we don't have to go into a horror dungeon to do a quest, so don't ruin the mood.]
While chatting, the barrage suddenly found something wrong.
[Fuck, did you see that the veils hanging around suddenly moved?]
In fact, when the first recitation was made, the trainees in the temple felt a cool breeze gradually blowing on the ground where they were sitting.
Since the wind was blowing, the gauze curtains hanging in the air were naturally the first to be affected. They rose and fell like rootless duckweed, swaying with the wind, which looked very visually impactful.
Unfortunately, the trainees listened to the Yin Po very much, and did not open their eyes if she told them not to. No one wanted to experience the feeling of the soul leaving the body, and everyone closed their eyes tightly, completely unable to see the scene in front of them.
[Not only the gauze curtains, but also the candles are about to go out! ]
[The candles are out, and the live broadcast room has to turn on the night broadcast mode, stunned.jpg]
[Where is it out, isn't the kerosene lamp on the coffin still good? Just a little light is enough, don't ask for too much]
Just as the barrage was discussing, a fierce gloomy wind was generated, and coincidentally it went counterclockwise along the entire hall. Wherever they went, all the candles were extinguished, turning into a wisp of white smoke that drifted in the air.
After the recitation of ten rounds, the sharp voice suddenly stopped in mid-air.
After the other trainees finished reciting, they opened their eyes tremblingly.
The whole hall was dark, and only the spirit tablet on the coffin lid and the kerosene lamp still emitted a faint light. It was quiet and weird everywhere. On the first seat, a figure wearing a black hood sat upright, and no one could see her face hidden in the dark.
In addition to the sudden dimming of the light, the air also dropped several degrees, making them shiver uncontrollably.
‘Has anyone’s soul left the body? ’
‘Did that old woman go to the underworld? ’
‘I don’t know, why can’t I see anything clearly, help! ’
No one dared to speak, so they had to exchange glances one by one.
Soon, their eyes swept down in circles, and they found that there was indeed one person in the group who didn’t open his eyes.
The white-haired young man sitting cross-legged beside him had his brows furrowed and his eyes closed, looking very bad.