41 Chapter 41

The weather in Tongbai Village today is worse than yesterday.

The whole sky is gloomy, with large patches of dark clouds entangled, as if they are piling up in people's hearts, bringing an especially uneasy feeling of irritability.

Judging from the weather, it will definitely rain heavily in the next few days.

As he walked, Azan in black was communicating with the little ghosts in his soul-calling banner.

These little ghosts were spirits he collected while walking in various horror copies. They were all creatures who were unwilling to go to the past and voluntarily followed Azan in black.

Of course, he had also subdued many evil spirits, but because he was afraid that the evil spirits who had lost their minds would pollute other spirits in the soul-calling banner, Azan in black would not put evil spirits into the soul-calling banner. Those who could pass his screening were all creatures with too deep obsessions.

The little ghosts told him that they all felt a very uncomfortable atmosphere in the temple just now.

It was not a cold feeling, but a burning feeling similar to being shrouded by Buddha's light.

After all, there is a difference between humans and ghosts. Humans are yang and ghosts are yin. The breath that can make ghosts feel uncomfortable must be the most yang thing.

In this famine era, even if Buddhist and Taoist things are mixed together, only temples with enlightened monks or Taoist priests with perfect merits can have such effects. Once a being called a living Buddha appears, how could it appear in an ordinary deserted village in the deep mountains?

Could it be that the legend of the fairy grass mentioned by the villagers is true? Did a Bodhisattva really become a Buddha here?

Apart from this speculation, the black-robed Azan could not think of a more reliable explanation.

Tongbai Village is located in the deep mountains, with steep terrain and surrounded by mountains. The location in Feng Shui is not very good. Standing at the head of the village can feel cold. It happened to be a time of troubled times and famine. There were countless starving ghosts floating on the roadside, which greatly interfered with the judgment of the black-robed Azan.

However, it was not without gain.

Last night, something caught the attention of the black-clothed Azan.

In order to verify this conjecture, he planned to check every household while the villagers were catching people.

He tightened his robe and strode forward.

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The corridor was still dark.

During the fight, they were not far from the mourning hall. The faint light from outside shone obliquely on the corridor, but still could not dispel the cold atmosphere.

[Wow, this C-level old man is so vicious that he even used the trick of sneak attack from behind]

[That is, relying on the fact that trainees cannot kill each other, he wants to kill someone with a borrowed knife]

Infinite loop is a place with a big forest, and there are all kinds of monsters and demons. Since there are recognized good people like Messiah, there are people who specialize in picking people from behind and jealous of talents.

[This kind of people is really disgusting. I didn’t expect that there would be such maggots in the horror trainee competition, which is broadcast live to everyone. Speechless]

[No, why didn’t both of them notice the talisman paper just now? Look at the lower right corner of the screen. I'm a little flustered. Could it be some bad spell or something?]

Faced with Yi Ruisi's accusation, Zong Jiu shrugged: "Think whatever you want, you're defeated."

The other party was obviously incompetent and furious, so he said he was a traitor. Unless five people accused him together, he would not reveal his tracks.

If Yi Ruisi hadn't run into him, Zong Jiu would have forgotten about this person long ago. After all, he has offended too many people, and he doesn't care about people with a little strength.

But——

Facing the other party's resentful eyes, the white-haired young man touched his chin.

This person is always a hidden danger. If the other party is willing to be a troublemaker, even Zong Jiu will be annoyed by flies.

He was about to speak, but suddenly felt an unusual chill on his back.

In a flash, the whole corridor darkened.

The white gauze hanging in the mourning hall not far away began to flutter in the wind, and the sky became darker.

A chilly wind suddenly rose from the ground, swirling over the cold gray stone slabs, bringing with it an unusual fishy smell, and the black shadows projected on the stone slabs were also visible.

Yi Ruisi opened his eyes wide.

He lowered his head in panic, and following the weak light, he saw the charred talisman paper at his feet.

"Hiss--"

Yi Ruisi's face twisted instantly.

He didn't care about his hand being nailed to the wall, and endured the piercing pain, and blood instantly spurted all over the ground.

"Fuck!"

The white-haired man in front of him didn't know, but Yi Ruisi knew it very well.

This Yin Gathering Talisman was an E-level item he got in a C-level copy. Although the item level was not high, it was very useful. One time, while trying to snatch items from the survivors on the same team, he accidentally used the Yin Gathering Talisman to attract the evil spirit of that copy and nearly lost his life. After that, Yi Ruisi realized how powerful it was and secretly kept a few of them in his system backpack, waiting to use them to kill people in the future.

Even Yi Ruisi could sense the change, but Zong Jiu didn't feel anything. He only felt the cold wind and the unusual disgusting smell in the air. Thinking of this, he kicked him and successfully made him fall to the ground.

But this was not the time to hide. The white-haired young man quickly took out the soul-catching bell and set it up.

The small copper bell was engraved with a circle of dense runes. When it was held in the palm of the hand, it swayed with the owner's mind and made a sound that only the dead could hear.

"What kind of talisman paper is that?" Zong Jiu looked in the direction of the other party and frowned.

They were standing here for no reason, how could they attract ghosts?

"Get out...get out!"

At this moment, Yi Ruisi was in no mood to answer his question. He didn't even notice that the other party was holding the exclusive props for the inner ghost written in the prompt, but staggered to get up from the ground and rushed forward.

However, the next moment, he froze in place.

In the darkness not far away, a pair of shriveled legs were slowly hanging behind the young man's trouser legs.

Under the tattered clothes, the toenails were burnt black, the skin was a dark yellow color, and there were corpse spots all over it.

Obviously, this was not a pair of legs belonging to a living person.

"You...behind you——"

Yi Ruisi's eyes were straight, his face showed deep fear, and his teeth were trembling.

He shuddered, and the fingers holding the props were unable to exert any strength, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, gradually freezing from the soles of his feet, and freezing all the way along the spinal cord to the neck.

The stench of corpses became stronger and stronger, and the whole narrow corridor was filled with such a smell.

Zong Jiu did not speak, while shaking the bell in his hand and turning his head.

He just received the [non-mainline task item, submission failed] from the main system, and he knew what was standing behind him.

Behind him, a face with thousands of horrible white marks from water blisters was quietly hanging there.

Apart from these, the eyes of the corpse, the black pupils had completely covered the whites of the eyes, turning them into a dark black. At first glance, it looked like a dark sunken eye socket, which was extremely weird.

The white light projected from the mourning hall stretched behind them, casting only two narrow black shadows.

It was self-evident what the third person was.

"Ah ... "Hey, hey, hey——"

The cold breath gradually invaded his limbs and bones, and easily made his body stiff.

Finally, after his eyes turned the same dark, Yi Ruisi's expression finally froze in extreme fear.

The bluish-white color climbed up his face.

He was dead.

The corridor was dead silent.

The main system's prompt sounded at the right time [Insider Card Immunity (1/3)]

Zong Jiu looked at the pale face and "looked" at the soul-catching bell in his hand with his pure black pupils.

The white-haired young man paused and stopped shaking.

The other party grinned at him sinisterly, bent down and mechanically picked up Yi Ruisi's collar, brushed past him, and disappeared at the end of the corridor with a jump.

The cold wind disappeared, and the cold air dissipated. Except for a pool of blood on the ground, no one knew what happened here a few minutes ago.

Everyone in the barrage was stunned.

[Hmmmm? ? ? I'm dumbfounded, the traitor is actually a magician? ]

[Wow, I knew that Zhuge wouldn't say useless nonsense. Combined with the question just now, I have reason to believe that Zhuge has already guessed the magician (kneeling)]

[Wait, why didn't the ghost kill the magician just now? ]

[Did the person above just join the live broadcast? Didn't you see that he was holding a traitor card? Traitor cards usually have exemption times. Otherwise, fighting people and ghosts, wouldn't it be too tiring?]

Zong Jiu let out a long breath and slowly put down the poker cards and soul-catching bell in his hand.

The bet was right.

Zong Jiu also exchanged a few low-level gadgets in Las Vegas that can fight against supernatural beings.

But since he got the special props of the traitor in the Famine Village dungeon, it would be more appropriate to use the props in the dungeon first. Because props also have their own home advantage, they can get the maximum effect increase in the copy of the props they produce.

More importantly, he is the only one who got the insider card. The main system will definitely not make a one-on-thirty situation, and it must give the insider some privileges.

Recalling the experience of the first copy of the mental hospital, the inner ghost had immunity to the unsolvable supernatural existence in that copy, so Zong Jiu guessed that this copy might have a similar setting. It's a pity that the copy didn't start for long, and the supernatural existence didn't officially kill a trainee, which cut off Zong Jiu's way to verify his conjecture.

Judging from the current situation, good guy, it is worthy of being an inner ghost card, and it actually has supernatural immunity. Although it is only three times, it is equivalent to three lives. This is called sneaking into the ghost camp!

Zong Jiu complained in his heart and walked in the direction where the corpse just left.

But after a dozen steps, it suddenly became clear.

When he came in, he just saw the corpse lying back on the ground leisurely, and pulled up the white cloth stiffly, covering himself, motionless, just like a real corpse.

Zong Jiu: "..."

These days, are ghosts so professional?

He sighed at this absurd world, squatted down and pasted a corpse-driving talisman on the forehead of Yi Ruisi's corpse.

This is the F-level spell sent with the Soul-Catching Bell, which can temporarily control the actions of the corpse.

Seeing the upper body of the corpse bounce up like a frightened bird, and about to jump behind him, Zong Jiu chuckled twice.

Good guy, worthy of being a corpse-driving craftsman, the professional technical proficiency is directly maxed out.

He gave instructions: "You go out of the mourning hall first, hide in the village, and don't come out without my order."

Yi Ruisi nodded mechanically and jumped away.

Zong Jiu also followed behind him, thinking about how to use this corpse to confuse the attention of other trainees, when a cold voice suddenly came from his side.

Zhuge An leaned against the cold wall of the corridor, glanced at the demon props in Zong Jiu's hand that were conclusive, and walked straight towards him.

"Everything is done? Let's go."

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

Wait, what are you going to do! ! Pupils shaking!