Thriller Trainee

The little devil hugged the rabbit doll and slept very sweetly.

This is the most stable sleep he has ever had since entering this instance, and he has not been trapped in the nightmare of future memories for the whole night. Although the town outside the window was squally rainy, lightning flashes and thunder, and occasionally thunder shot down from the clouds, resounding through the wilderness, it did not affect his sleep.

No dream for a night.

The little devil woke up from his sleep until the early morning sun rose from the east.

His long, curved eyelashes hung down and flickered for a while before he realized his consciousness.

When he opened his eyes, the young man lay his head on his back, his pale pink eyes without sleep.

The wide nightgown outlines the thin waistline of the young man, and the long white hair slips from his body and spreads it on the dark bed, like weaving a clear and beautiful moonlight.

The nose seems to be stained with the cold scent of the other person's body like pine, which immediately makes people feel excited.

The little devil blinked his dark brown eyes and showed a big smile, "Big brother early."

I don't know why, but my instinct tells him that the magician's mood doesn't seem so good.

The little devil couldn't help but start to remember what he did out of the ordinary last night.

But he has always slept very honestly and quite peacefully. What kind of posture he sleeps in, he rolls left and right at most, and he will never cross the boundary.

After thinking for a second, the little devil decided to take the initiative to admit his mistake, "Brother, did I quarrel you last night?"

Zong Jiu looked at him indifferently, his tone couldn't hear the joy or anger, "What's the matter on your back?"

The little boy became stiff, and then realized that his reaction was too violent, so he subconsciously hugged the rabbit doll in his arms.

Last night Zong Jiu saw the scars on the little devil's back and the black lines of sin that were so many that they were about to condense and settle into a black line of sin. He didn't stun the snake, but gently put the candlestick down and fell into contemplation on the spot.

The big devil has been wearing gloves on his hands.

There are white gloves, and black half-finger tactical leather gloves, each pair just covers the slender fingers.

Zong Jiu had also seen how he looked when he took off his gloves, with hideous scars all over his back fingers, which was extremely ugly.

Those scars gradually overlapped with the scars on the back of the little devil, and they couldn't be said to be the same, they could only be said to be exactly the same.

Plus those dense black threads of sin entwined around the scars.

Zong Jiu finally understood what the sense of disharmony he had vaguely felt since entering this small town.

The people in this small town have been using their faith to demand endlessly.

But it is not that there is faith, and the gods will be kind to the earth.

Whether it is separating sins or purifying the black thread, it is the little pope himself that consumes his own power.

"You transferred the crime from the townspeople to yourself, right?"

The white-haired young man stared deeply into his eyes. There was a whirlpool in his pupils, and those who looked at him were not allowed to escape for half a minute.

The residents of the town only need to confess to the Pope, and the black lines on their bodies will disappear.

But the little pope is not **** Christ, nor is he a God who can forgive all living beings. The sins he eliminated will not disappear, but will only be transferred to himself in another way.

Just like the little devil.

Zong Jiu guessed that his ability was not purification at all, but transfer.

......

Last night, there was a complete conflict between the two teams of trainees.

Anthony's head hurts.

As of now, none of the trainees in this copy has died.

But no one knows how many trainees will survive tomorrow's Judgment Day.

He has made enough arrangements, but it is clear that this copy is not simple.

The difficulty of completing the second main task is difficult to achieve. Without discussing the level of this dungeon, the only thing that can destroy the dungeon is the collective dungeon of the last B-level trainee, except for the adult.

However, when he talked with the magician at night last night, the other party gave him an affirmative answer, which also made Anthony dubious.

It's not that he doesn't believe it, it's mainly that the magician is an A-level like him, and he has never heard of his special props or abilities.

Is it possible that after winning the Halloween competition last time, the magician drove out something good from that S-class blind box?

He thought about it all night, and finally decided to bet the treasure on the magician.

Obviously, there were conflicts before, but I don't know why, Anthony now has a blind trust in Zong Jiu.

If you insist, it might be intuitive.

The semi-vampire was very energetic at night. I got up early today and asked Xu Su and Zhong Yiyuan together. They were about to go upstairs to the magician to explain their plans, but they saw the white-haired youth with a cold face. , Carrying the little pope in one hand, happened to walk down from the top floor.

"Morning, I'll talk about anything later."

Zong Jiu nodded at them, continued to frown, and led the little demon all the way to the cathedral.

"Under the crown of the Pope."

"Good morning, Mian."

......

It was a thunderstorm night last night, and the clergy in the church did not knock on the door and harass them tacitly, but routinely let another cardinal preside over the morning prayers.

Not long after the morning prayer was over, everyone was surprised when they saw the little pope coming downstairs.

As we all know, the Pope often sleeps restlessly on a stormy night, and usually wakes up at noon. I didn't expect it to be such an exception today.

Zong Jiu didn't speak, and directly led the little demon to the confession room, pushed the person to the other side, and walked into the small room where the clergy listened to the confession.

"Now, you come to confess to me."

The little devil rubbed his hair and was silent for a while before he said helplessly, "It's useless."

The townsfolk can confess to the Pope, but who should the Pope confess?

"Then you answer my previous question."

Zong Jiu calmly replied, "Did you transfer their sins to yourself?"

This is what Zong Jiu hadn't thought of.

Because to be honest, whether it is a big devil or a little devil, even if the little devil is kind and cute enough, in Zong Jiu's heart, he will never be the type that sacrifices himself to perfect others.

After a long time, a muffled voice from the other side came from the gap in the door panel, "Yes."

"why?"

"Ah... if I have to say it, maybe this is the meaning of my existence."

The little devil said softly: "In fact, brother, you don't have to worry too much, because I didn't promise my brother before that I would help destroy this copy."

The adult demon never expected that they had declared war at the highest point of the amusement park not long ago. The little demon ran up to the magician for cooperation. What's more frightening was that the latter gladly agreed.

If you want to destroy this copy, you have to let the adult demon come back.

Zong Jiu asked the little devil before, and the little devil said that there was only one way to get the adult body back, and that was to wait until the day of judgment.

Before Zong Jiu thought that Judgment Day might be the time when the copy restriction was eliminated, but he didn't expect it to be because the little demon was carrying so many sins.

"Brother don't worry about me. If the adult body doesn't come back, it's not just you. Even if you have the status of a mentor, you have to be in this copy. Because even without my ability, this body has been burdened with too many sins. It is impossible to successfully pass the Judgment Day."

The little demon lowered his head and gently stroked the long ears of the rabbit doll, "Brother knows. Now my brother sees me, not the real six-year-old me, but because of the limitations of the copy, my personality stays in At this time, in essence, I am still him."

The white-haired youth had a straight back and frowned.

indeed.

The little devil he saw now wasn't that the devil had really returned to six years old.

The six-year-old little devil is in the past tense, time is irreversible.

"So my brother doesn't need to feel guilty. I was not killed because I always have to become an adult."

The kid on the opposite side mumbled, as if, "Although I don't want to be that way, it's right."

"So, what have you experienced since you were six?"

Zong Jiu repeated the question he had asked long ago.

"Brother, are you sure you want to know?"

The little devil sighed, "I'm very willing to tell my brother that's right, but after I become an adult, the adult will retain this memory. Although I won't be angry, I don't know about my brother. ."

"After all, apart from me, the only people who know this secret are the dead."

Zong Jiu: "..."

As if not telling him, after the devil turned into an adult, they would no longer be enemies.

If Zong Jiu was afraid of this, it would have been impossible to kill with the devil eight hundred years ago.

"Really persistent."

The little devil said with emotion, "It is also very interesting. As an adult, I am actually very interested in this copy, because this copy will also reproduce the past of my brother to some extent."

What I didn't expect was that the devil not only failed to peep into Zong Jiu's past, but also threw himself in.

The little boy was sitting in the middle of the confession room, his expression full of entanglement.

"Brother, if you really want to know, come over."

"But before that, my brother has to promise me one thing."

"What's the matter?" Zong Jiu opened the curtain of the confession room and sat opposite the little devil.

"Brother squat down first."

The little devil's clear black and brown eyes looked at him hopefully, and he could see the bottom of his eyes at a glance.

The white-haired youth followed his words and squatted down, just at the same level as the little demon sitting on the chair, and their heights became even in this way.

The little boy put his hands on the magician's shoulders, raised his head, and looked at him seriously, "Although I will be a heinous villain in the future, a scumbag, a scumbag, a madman with insanity, but my brother. ....."

"Please be nice to him. Just as my personal request to share this past with my brother. Okay?"

After saying this, the little devil didn't seem to wait for Zong Jiu's answer.

He leaned forward flexibly and pressed a kiss on the young man's forehead.

In the next second, the magician's slender body fell softly toward the front as if it was completely relieved.

The power of an adult is a bit heavier for a six-year-old.

The little devil strenuously caught the magician with his eyes closed, regretting for the first time why he was not in adult form.

I really want to grow up. If you are an adult, you should be able to hold your brother firmly.

He thought a little depressed.