59 Chapter 59
No matter whether the people in the temple used knives or swords to chop, the coffin showed no signs of opening.
Cao Hongtao and his friends were still thinking about killing the magician, while the newcomers were worried from the bottom of their hearts. Anthony tried to demolish the coffin violently without saying a word, but even the sharp nails of the half-vampire could not pierce the heavy coffin lid.
Xu Su was very anxious, "What's going on? Poor Brother Jiu will not be caught by the old woman who has turned into a corpse and become her coffin lady?!"
Zhuge An: "..."
There is no need to imagine this.
Just when everyone was deadlocked, the vermilion coffin that remained motionless despite the wind and rain finally showed some signs of movement. It was as if something was about to break out of the coffin, and with the gloomy background of the temple, it was extremely scary.
Xu Su swallowed his saliva, "No, it can't be true."
As a result, just as he finished speaking, white smoke suddenly appeared in the center of the temple.
The vermilion paint on the coffin was melted by the heat, turning into scarlet tears of blood, which flowed down from the top of the coffin in a row, and fell to the ground in a sticky manner, which was shocking.
A cluster of swaying dark fire suddenly ignited from the top of the coffin.
Almost in an instant, the flames merged with the fire that sprang up around the coffin, burning fiercely, and the tail of the flame stretched to a level higher than a person.
[Fuck, why did it suddenly catch fire? ]
[I was stupid, I found that I was stupid a lot in this live broadcast room of Famine Village, and I was obviously disappointed in the live broadcast room of the Fifth Hospital next door]
[+1, the development of this copy is very magical. The internal ghost was exposed and still couldn't be solved. There are so many S-level and A-level present, but they can't do anything to a C-level. It's very magical]
[Indeed. But I like the magician very much. After all, he is popular. I am happy when the magician is fine 23333]
[? ? ? What's going on? Put out the fire, put out the fire, why are you still standing there! 】
Looking at the suddenly formed sea of fire, everyone was dumbfounded.
Only Zhuge An's eyes were stern, and he quickly took out the Tai Chi Bagua plate.
A clear spring appeared out of thin air, turning into a water curtain and pouring down on the coffin in the center.
"Zizizizi--" The sound of the sizzling fire and cold water colliding in the air was heard.
The rapid water gradually covered the raging fire, leaving a wet white smoke.
After the fire was finally extinguished, everyone looked closely.
The coffin had turned completely charred, and the wooden board beside it fell down with a bang.
The black residue soaked by water was shattered all over the ground, revealing the true appearance behind it.
——In the huge coffin shelf, it was actually empty, with nothing.
Now even Xu Sen was dumbfounded, "What's going on? Where is the person?"
【No way, the magician is dead? ]
[Ah... It should be bad luck, this person is gone, maybe he turned into powder. Who still remembers the A-level copy with bone powder, shudder]
[Damn, you reminded me, that copy is really one of my nightmares...]
[No! ! I like magician, don't let anything happen to magician brother! ! ! ]
[That's not the case, he is the winner of Las Vegas, how could he die without struggling?]
In fact, the experienced old people in the temple also have the same guess.
"Alas, this person is gone, most likely he is dead."
"It's a pity that there is such a newcomer with potential, what a pity."
"It's not our fault, we ruined ourselves, we were so proud before."
They said it in a pretentious manner, but in fact they could not hide their gloating.
Previously, the old people were treated as fat sheep by the magician and were slaughtered. After they found out that Zong Jiu was the traitor, they were so angry that their faces turned red and their noses were crooked. They felt that they had lost face, so Cao Hongtao could respond to all the calls.
Later, under Anthony's warning, these old people just stood by and watched, and stopped in dismay.
Although the magician was very popular in Las Vegas, there was still a huge gap between him and the S-level. How did he become a guest of honor in the Night Clan? Could it be that the leader of the Night Clan, No. 2 Fan Zhuo, wanted to recruit him and embrace him for the first time?
As soon as this idea came out, it was sour that a large number of people fell.
A C-level trainee not only got the favor of that adult in Las Vegas, but also got the head of the Night Clan. How could this not make other trainees jealous?
Only the old survivors knew how difficult it was for these people at the top of the infinite loop pyramid to climb, not to mention the No. 1 who was worshipped by everyone and never stepped down from the earth. Even the first embrace of No.2 Fan Zhuo was a treatment that no one dared to think of.
That is why, seeing the magician in trouble now, these old people are more happy than one another.
Only Zhuge An stared at the coffin that was burnt to charcoal with an unclear expression, and glanced at the black-clothed Azan who was walking out of the temple, and said, "Let's go."
The newcomers were immersed in the sadness that Brother Zong Jiu might have met with an unexpected accident, and they didn't react for a while.
Previously, in their new team, Zong Jiu was a leader who was decisive and popular, while Zhuge An, an S-level, was blatantly slacking off. Although the people in the team were a little afraid of this No. 3 boss, they were all newcomers after all, and they didn't know the great achievements Zhuge An had made in the infinite loop. They still respected him more than they feared him.
Hearing him say this, Xu Su was stunned for a moment, "Where are we going? Are we going to ignore Brother Jiu?"
The black-haired man glanced at him lightly, "Take the child with you."
Then he didn't even explain a word, and walked out of the temple directly, leaving the newcomers hesitant to speak and looking at each other.
Zhuge An never liked unnecessary explanations, especially when it was so simple and straightforward that it was a waste of words.
Although the prophecy did clearly state that there would be a disaster, it would definitely not be at this time, and the time was not right.
Zhuge An slightly pulled down the bamboo hat on his head.
Before the final confirmation of the identity, whether Zong Jiu is dead or alive has little to do with him. If he is dead, it only means that he is not the person in the prophecy. At least he has to live until the third round of selection before there is a possibility of verification.
The task of this copy has also come to an end. It doesn't make any difference whether you leave early or late, you just need to finish it.
He also has to speed up.
......
[A-level copy: Famine Mountain Village. The main task of the ordinary card has been completed]
[Please wait, the clearance reward is being settled... The copy is closing... Teleport immediately after 30 seconds, the transmission location: the studio]
The scenery of the surrounding deserted village suddenly stopped and solidified, and then turned into a large piece of tangled color blocks.
Everyone standing in the open space breathed a sigh of relief.
Their subsequent finishing work was not greatly hindered.
A golden light fell from the old woman, not only dispersing the environment, but also taking away all the Bodhisattva soil in the deserted village.
The other villagers in the deserted village ate Yin soil for several years, and their hearts turned into ghosts, and they fled in all directions under the cover of Buddha's light. Some villagers, like Wang Shou, thought that Grandma Wang had turned into an evil ghost to claim their lives, so they simply plunged into the deep mountains and old forests, eating raw meat and drinking blood. Some villagers still foolishly held the dream of immortality and took the initiative to approach the original location of Bodhisattva soil, but were burned by the remaining Buddha's light in the original place, and their souls were destroyed and they could never be reborn.
The trainees took the little boy and entrusted the human traffickers who had made an appointment with Wang Shou to come the next morning to find a good family for him.
In this day and age, although human traffickers do despicable things, boys are still treasures in this era. Even if they are sold to other people's homes, they can get better treatment than daughters. Only by leaving here can there be a glimmer of hope.
The villagers of Tongbai Village have turned into ghosts, but they are still covered with human skin, and their bodies will die after death. If the underworld doesn't accept you, you can't go to the eighteen levels of hell, and you can't wash away your sins and reincarnate. You can only be a lonely ghost, dissipating in the world in pain, which is a good death.
After doing all this, the newcomer was a little depressed.
Even an old man like Xu Sen, who was used to seeing his companions die, was a little silent, not to mention a newcomer like Xu Su. So when they moved to the studio, the atmosphere was particularly dull.
The space began to break and reorganize, and the dull color blocks of the deserted village gradually faded away.
The dome of the studio appeared in everyone's eyes again.
The red gold chandelier on the high dome rotated and flowed, and golden patterns spread on the crimson carpet, giving the whole space a warm tone.
The angel statues around the hall transformed into the twelve main gods of Olympus. Apollo stepped on the corona, Artemis held a bow and arrow, Athena held up a shield, Aphrodite was drunk and dreaming, and Zeus called the wind and rain.
The hall was filled with people, and all you could see was a sea of people.
It was obvious to the naked eye that the number of people had once again experienced a sharp decline. The lower the level of the ladder, the fewer people there were, but it was much better than the last time when the number of people was almost halved, at least it was not particularly tragic.
Everyone's face was still not very good.
There was still a situation of nervousness and collapse and crying on the e-level ladder, but at least all the trainees were familiar with this process, at least they had a bottom line in their hearts.
Now they were still waiting for time. From time to time, a ray of light flashed on the ladder, indicating that another trainee was teleported out of the dungeon to prepare for the level rating.
Xu Su and others stood dejectedly until the cold voice of the main system sounded in the hall.
[All trainees have gathered, and the second round of the sub-game and the third level rating are about to begin]
[After each round of the sub-game, the lowest level will be eliminated. According to the competition rules, trainees who get level E after this round of level re-evaluation will be automatically sent to the punishment dungeon.
The most nervous are naturally the trainees standing on the level E ladder.
If they fail to turn things around in the third round of level evaluation, they will be sent to the punishment dungeon.
It is well known that after the second round of level evaluation, none of the tens of thousands of eliminated F-level trainees came back alive from the punishment dungeon. This survival rate is enough to make people dare. It can be said that the punishment dungeon is equivalent to a suspended death sentence. After all, you still have to die, but the difference is whether you live more or less.
[Panoramic camera is opening... Opened successfully]
The live broadcast room representing the level rating is open, and the audience outside poured in like a tide.
[Wuhu, the third selection is here! Exciting moments]
[My favorite part of the entire trainee competition is the level evaluation link 233333]
[Who doesn’t.jpg, this link makes people feel most involved]
[This round of dungeons feels a little simpler than the individual show in the first round, but several live broadcast rooms were wiped out. It feels that there are not many trainees who won or died, and the losers were all wiped out. It’s really a thought of heaven and a thought of hell]
The barrage chattered, moving the optical drive to slide on the screen of the live broadcast room
The camera is panoramic. Even if there are tens of thousands of people standing in the entire studio, the audience can freely zoom in and out of the screen to observe each trainee.
Of course, this is limited to low-ranking trainees. High-ranking trainees can use their permissions to freely turn off the option of zooming in the camera.
[Go, go, go, alas, it’s a pity that my favorite magician is gone, crying.jpg]
Immediately, this barrage was pushed to the top, and the onlookers were shocked.
[What? The magician is gone? ? ]
[Are you kidding me? ? I just downloaded a horror copy halfway, but I just didn’t follow it for two days, and you told me that my favorite magician is gone? Huh? ? ]
[It’s unlikely. Yesterday, there was a big guy posting about him on the forum. How could he be gone?]
[Puff, it’s good that he’s gone. I’ve been annoyed with him for a long time]
[What kind of magical species is upstairs? If you don’t want to see it, just go away. How noble does it look to be here? ]
[The fans are too fierce... Is he protected by leg hair? I just joked about you guys being so loyal to your master, it's hilarious]
......
[Can you please stop arguing? Are you crazy? You have time to argue here, but don't you have time to see with your own eyes? The magician is standing on his C-level stairs]
[That's right, I'm confused by your actions. The master is standing there, and I don't know what you are arguing about. Speechless]
The audience who were still engaged in a 300-round verbal battle in front were all dumbfounded, and turned their cameras to look.
As expected, in the dense crowd on the C-level stairs, a particularly eye-catching white-haired young man was standing there. Except for a slightly tired look and some wrinkles on his clothes, he was intact.