Thriller Trainee

(Anti-theft has been replaced)

Ninety-nine was still squatting in the bathroom, carefully avoiding the blind corners of the all-pervasive monitor, and putting the communication symbol next to his ear.

Something happened just now.

According to the arrangement they had planned before, it was definitely impossible for this dedicated half-vampire to be thrown into the sinkhole. Therefore, according to the development of the script, when the half-vampire was carried into the sinkhole and was about to be thrown down, he had to arrange a wave of sudden resurrection.

As Fan Zhuo's subordinate, under the circumstance of bloodline suppression, the semi-vampire is absolutely loyal, and there is no possibility of any rebellious behavior. Even if violent like Anthony, it's not the same as just obediently obedient.

So the half-vampire acted faithfully in accordance with the script, and was carried behind the iron gate on a stretcher by the assistant teacher and performed a resurrection Dafa on the spot.

The faceless assistants were all taken aback by the suddenly resurrected corpse.

The final result was the same as they had speculated in advance. No matter how ignorant of life, the Faceless Man would not throw a big living person directly into the sinking pond as fertilizer, so after a while, the half-vampire was killed. They threw it out.

On the 99th, he was picked up in the bathroom long ago, and when he came out, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"How?"

Two people huddled in the corner.

"No, there is a problem in there. It doesn't lead directly to the sinking pond. There is an aisle behind the iron gate, and there are several other doors on both sides of the aisle."

The half-vampire said cautiously, "But I have already put the paper goddess given by Tu Yumen, it is dark and there is no one on the weekdays, and the paper gods should be able to move freely."

The paper **** is a masterpiece of Onmyoji. Relying on this trick on weekdays, although he is a free man like an exorcist, people from all major forces who come to him to form a team are still in an endless stream. After all, this trick is harmless and harmless. Pollution is simply a magical skill of scouts.

"it is good."

Nodding on the ninety-nine, "Then let's go back quickly."

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At this time on the basketball court, the ball game has reached a white-hot stage.

No one cares about the exhibition match that I mentioned earlier.

From the time when the black wizard deliberately intercepted Zong Jiu's ball, and from the time when Zong Jiu touched the opponent's head that was definitely more than one puppet line, the situation between the two sides became dire and heated.

Gradually, the barrage saw some doorways.

[Good guys, where is the exhibition game required by the school? This is the NBA scene.]

[I was stunned. There was a barrage saying that no.2 and no.8 and magicians have formed an alliance before, why are you playing on the basketball court now?]

[I'm calling the good guy, the plot has gone from the horror copy to the slam dunk]

Not to mention the barrage. Although they were forced to sit next to them, almost all the trainees who were silently reviewing in their hearts also saw that something was wrong. They were all dumbfounded and dumbfounded.

"What's the situation...Does the magician have a holiday with no.8?"

"That's not enough. If there are really rumors of something wrong, how could they live in 101 together in peace. Besides, I haven't heard of it before."

"But look at this--" The trainee pointed to the field, and forced him in a low voice, "Does this seem to be walking?"

Turned and walked past people, fake moves, passing the ball, rushing to stop the ball, blocking shots... a small red-brown basketball was thrown around the court, and the white-haired young man jumped into the air for a while, bowed his waist. Cut it off; after a while, he was stopped by the ghostly figure of the dark wizard, drawing an arc.

Occasionally, when the light-colored pupils and the dark green pupils of the dark wizard look at each other, even if they are far away, they can feel a surging fighting spirit.

On the basketball court, except for the captains of both teams, the other players seem to have become irrelevant and transparent people, watching the developments on the court in surprise and wondering what to do.

A 5V5 basketball game, abruptly played a single solo duel.

Zong Jiu reflected on his own intentions in his heart.

Because the black wizard was not a puppet of No.1 when he was playing the King's game, he later took it lightly and didn't doubt it at all.

......But think about it carefully, to be reasonable, the tarot card is only one opportunity for divination a day, and normal people will not try it again after testing it once, otherwise, a suspicious person like Zong Jiu, give him A hundred times a day is not enough.

After all, the most important thing is who can think of it?

In such a short period of time, Tangtang No.8 was so controlled by the devil, it was still deeply controlled, unconsciously, and it was creepy.

And now it seems that no.1 has no meaning to cover up.

On the other side of the playground, a man in a suit and leather shoes was still standing in place. Zong Jiu could clearly feel the other person falling on his back, making him feel uncomfortable and produce bursts of dangerous eyes with a stress response.

In the front, the black wizard's lower jaw was thin and thin in the sunlight, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and the inconspicuous dark gold was slowly oozing from the depths of his eyes.

Zong Jiu sneered in his heart.

Good guy, I was watching the show, and the puppet came up to fight the ring, dare to love this errand is beautiful enough.

The white-haired young man bends down slightly and stares at the backboard in front, like a wild wolf ready to go.

He originally wanted to take the opportunity to unplug the puppet line, but he did not expect that no.8 had amazing physical strength. Although he was a delicate and frail mage, his physical enhancement did not fall. He easily jumped three feet high on the spot and made a three-pointer. Slam dunk in every way.

Fan Zhuo, who had just finished the game, stood by and frowned deeply.

The half-vampire standing beside him whispered, "His Royal Highness, no. 8 is not a promise that we will cooperate..."

"Just don't get in the way."

The leader of the Ye Clan shook his head insignificantly, and glanced at the trainee sitting on the ground on the other side.

So far, after No. 2 revealed that he wanted to make this collective copy as much as possible to survive, many classes throughout the year have stood in teams.

Frightened by the name of no.2, no one dared to object in the face of it. Even the arrogant and domineering squad leader of the fifth squad is the same, it is nothing more than a violation of the yang and the yin, privately engaging in small actions.

But Fan Zhuo understood that the appeal brought by the Night Clan was far from enough to offset the high pressure brought by this copy.

When life is a problem, no one will think about the issue of offending and not being guilty. It must be to save one's life first. It is for this reason that the scene where the first cooperation fails.

Before becoming No.2, Fan Zhuo was still a qualified leader, knowing how to choose the pros and cons and maximize the benefits.

The dark wizard has always been a low-key and mysterious person, including his witch club.

His reputation in the infinite loop is not as good as Messiah, but not as treacherous and perverse as Zhugean, and it is not as malicious as the devil.

In short, as long as you don't directly intervene, you can open one eye and close the other. After all, the plan has been reached. Just like now, all the trainees have their own thoughts, but the surface is still calm, that's enough.

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The game is over.

The leaders who came to inspect were escorted into the car under the applause of the whole school's trainees.

The high school gate was closed once again, and the chains that were thick with arms were cemented together.

In just a few days, the number of faceless trainees has increased again. Among them, the classes that advocate isolation and pressure are the most effective.

Now everyone knows that the transformation of the Faceless Man in this environment can be called ignorance and unconsciousness, and even the trainees themselves may not even feel it.

Because this mechanically repeating the process of learning, learning, and re-learning, the process of accepting the world’s distorted concepts, baptism and domination, is essentially not much different from MLM/Sale.

The most terrifying thing is not to kill a person, but to destroy him from the heart of a person.

Compared with the human body, the human heart, which is protected inside the chest cavity, is more fragile.

The trainee who had been forced to sit by the playground for an afternoon was finally liberated and returned to the classroom to review with an anxious step.

Zong Jiu threw the ball and stayed in the playground first, patiently waiting for the 99th and the half vampire to report the situation with Fanzhuo Tuyumen.

After listening, Domemon said conservatively: "It will take about three days for the paper **** to figure out what's going on inside."

On weekdays, the location of the sinking corpse pool is remote and guarded and tightly guarded. Fortunately, now I finally found a little gap during the inspection by the superiors, so that the teaching assistants were in a mess. As long as they can put the paper gods of the Tuyumen in, they only need to wait for the results of the exploration.

"Okay, let's talk about the news." Everyone nodded, expressing their understanding.

After the meeting was over, Zong Jiu hurriedly walked in the direction of the dormitory.

He was holding a deep feeling of unhappiness in his heart now, and he needed to vent it urgently.

Fortunately, Zong Jiu was really lucky. He just turned a corner and found the target that aroused his anger in the corridor.

At this moment, after taking a shower in the morning, the trainees are unwilling to waste any more time. Almost none of them went to the classroom without landing. Only a few trainees chose to return to the dormitory.

The white hallway of the dormitory was empty, only the rope hanging from the ceiling of the hall at the end was still shaking, making people's scalp numb.

The black wizard stood in the dark of the stairs, raised a hand imaginarily, and replaced his body with the mysterious black robe and hood.

Zong Jiu chuckled twice, and put down the Demon Orientation Tarot card in his hand that represented that the opponent had already been completely controlled, and the poker broke through the air relentlessly and rushed away.

His movements are very fast. In terms of physical skills, although the dark wizard has strengthened his physical stamina, his fighting skills are indeed far behind. It is incomparable with the actual combat experience of Zong Jiu, who has spent money to withstand the guidance of world-class fighting experts in his previous life.

They fought in a dark place under the stairs. You punched me and kicked. There is no surveillance here, and even the light is very dim. Even if the auntie is here, she can’t find it unless she walks in.

I don't know why, the other party didn't even intend to use black magic, and the last one was pressed against the wall by Zong Jiu without notice. The half of his face exposed under his hood was indifferent and delicate.

Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows and sneered, "How is it, is it pleasant enough, no.1?"

To avoid the other party's shame, the magician specially moved his hand to the top of the black wizard's head, preparing to see something wrong, and if he didn't agree with him, he would make a brace and pull the puppet line twice.

In the shadow, a white glove was slowly raised.

The voice of a smile that was not a smile rang from the shadows, intimately pressing the ears of the white-haired youth, "Oh, surprise?"