Thriller Trainee

Tu Yumen woke up.

Suddenly awakening from the chaos, his head was still suffering from dull pain, as if he had been hit by a hammer, he was full of unspeakable dizziness while standing, and his stomach was full of nausea.

"It should be five hours later."

Onmyoji searched his memories of the past five hours, and found that they were all blank.

The sequelae of uncertainty and madness will lose the memory of the next five hours.

Where you were five hours ago, you may not be there after five hours.

Not only that, but his legs were so sore, it was no worse than when he was running madly in the underground farm before.

This is really weird. Could it be that he had gone through a fatal run just now?

Tu Yumen touched his head and looked around.

He is now in a narrow corridor with a fluffy scarlet carpet on the ground. There are no lights on either side. Only when he turns at the end does he light a bright candle. The surroundings were extremely silent, and I could only hear my own breathing.

Where is this?

Onmyoji was confused, and was about to vigilantly pull out the only props he carried from the main system, just in case.

A B-level prop of the Tuyumen is a functional prop. It enters the invisible state immediately after use. It can be used repeatedly three times, with a time limit of 30 seconds each time.

This is what he put on after listening to Zhuge An's words. Although it is not a chief, the strength of the Tuyumen lies there, and a lot of net worth has been accumulated in the infinite loop over the years. At least there are a lot of B-level items in the system backpack. Ordinary trainees can only sigh with excitement. Degree.

In the end, he chose this stealth item.

It can be offensive or defensive, and can advance or retreat. It is a perfect choice for yin or running.

Had it not been for his broken leg when he was running on the road before, he was afraid that the huge group of bullheads and horses running toward the corridor would trample the invisible him in a war, and the Tuyumen would have used it long ago.

The second after Onmyoji took out the props, he suddenly discovered that there were only two remaining uses of the props.

This time it was definitely used during the five hours of memory loss. There is no other possibility.

What happened in these five hours? Why didn't he see the magician after he woke up? Could it be that when the two of them accidentally ran into a bull's head and horse face, he would use the props?

But even if he used props for this, why would he appear in such a completely unfamiliar place?

There were more and more questions, and Tōmimon became more and more curious.

He hesitated for a moment, and tiptoed towards the corner ahead.

Halfway through, he suddenly remembered something: "Sub-system, let's sneak."

[Your throwing result is 17/35, the stealth judgment is successful]

[So you feel that your steps have become very light, and your body has become lighter. Even in such a quiet situation, you will not make any noise when you walk.]

Sure enough, luck was good after separating from the magician.

Tu Yumen cursed Zhuge's insidiousness in his heart, and walked carefully against the root of the wall.

Unexpectedly, there really seems to be no one in this corridor.

He fumbled and walked for a few minutes, and the vision in front of him suddenly opened up.

This is a very spacious library.

In the center of the library, there are many chairs, covered with cushions and tapestries, and there are walnut bookshelves lined with books. The strange thing is that the books on them seem to be all After a few years, the corners have turned yellow and old.

The crystal chandelier hanging down from the ceiling reflects the light and clear dark yellow light, providing the only light for this spacious interior.

At a glance, Domimon saw the scene in the center of the library.

The carpet there was neatly removed, exposing the gray-black ground below.

Someone on the ground drew a huge magic circle with unknown materials. Onmyoji came closer and found that it was dried up blood. The specific blood of the creature is unknown.

"My dear, it's finally within my professional range."

Tu Yumen murmured and walked over quickly.

He didn't step into the magic circle rashly, but cautiously squatted down, putting his fingers vainly on top of the lines.

Although he lost the ability of Onmyoji, somehow Tuyumen was also the one who used to read Rote in the night at night. When the ability is gone, the things in my mind will never be forgotten.

Spells in the world have the same goal by different routes, whether it is spiritual power or magic power, or even true qi, it is the same thing in the final analysis.

This magic circle has expired.

Onmyoji glanced over a blood-stained dagger on a chair, frowning without a trace.

Because of the sudden strong dark atmosphere in the air, Tu Yumen speculated that it is likely that a black magic ritual has been experienced here.

At this moment, the silent subsystem finally made a sound.

[Used in a library]

There is a situation!

Tuyumen did as instructed.

[Your throwing result is 34/40, the library is judged to be successful]

[A total of ten targets have been searched, and they are in the dark dice...]

[Then you are lucky enough to find a fragmented page of an ancient book among the thousands of books on the whole number of bookshelves surrounded by the magic circle, which looks like a product of the 16th century]

"The broken pages of the Sussex Manuscript?"

Yes, it is not a book, but a torn page that has been carefully framed.

Because of the high inspiration, the Onmyoji could feel the dangerous aura from this broken page just by holding it in his hand.

[If you want to read the broken page, you need to pass a sanity check]

[If you pass the sanity check, you will lose 1 to 3 sanity points, and if you fail, you will lose 1 to 6 points, please]

Tu Yumen threw a ten-sided dice.

[Your throwing result is 92/50, and the sanity check failed]

[In the dark dice, please wait...]

[Your sanity value minus 3, S-level trainee Domimon sanity value 37/50]

[Your Cthulhu myth skills have increased by 2 points]

Onmyoji opened the torn page in his hand.

To be considerate, the characters recorded on the broken pages are very friendly English, that is, there are a lot of altered handwritings, and even smudged ink.

This is so, when the Tuyumen's sight fell to the first line, he was shocked and could no longer control his handwriting sight, as if he was abruptly caught by that string of dragons and phoenixes. He looked down unconsciously.

The remaining page was not long, and when the Tuyumen finished reading it, I was shocked to realize that I had already had a cold sweat.

The above contains a few notes of an extremely evil god.

Tu Yumen realized something, and after putting down this broken page, he turned around and opened the other books on the shelf.

Not surprisingly, there are many obscure and ancient texts recorded in those books, all of which are praises to the evil god.

The Onmyojis were shocked when they thought of the "religious group" they had heard about the animals in the underground farms and auctions.

There is no doubt that animals in this world believe in evil gods.

This is big news.

It means that it is these cultists who are likely to summon them into this world.

But how could it be possible that the survivors who stayed twenty years ago still established an organization in this Transcendent S Grade dungeon?

Because of the lack of key confidence, Tuyumen couldn't think of one.

Just when he was about to throw another investigator, there was a sound of approaching footsteps in the tunnel.

"How's it going?"

"The white-haired guy took it back and took it to the Duke. The other small body hasn't moved. I don't know where it went. The whole circus has been searched."

Tu Yumen was startled, and rolled to the back of a row of bookshelves with a stride.

"The sub-system is fast, just have a listen."

[Your throwing result is 99/20, congratulations, it's a big failure]

[So you feel a buzzing sound in your ears, and you fall into temporary deafness of unknown reason]

Domemon: "..."

Why is this luck not working from time to time, fall!

......

On the other side, after jumping from the carriage, Zong Jiu was treated with enthusiasm.

The servants in this ducal mansion are all raccoons, all unsmiling and serious.

Although they looked respectful to the kitten brought back from the auction by the Duke of Black Panthers, their faces were stunning, but the contempt that floated in their eyes could not be hidden.

The servants took Zong Jiu to a bathroom and told him that the hot water had been put in, and the washing must be finished quickly.

Zong Jiu didn't move after closing the door. Instead, he let the sub-system over listen, sticking to the back of the door and listening to the outside sound.

[Your throwing result is 25/30, the throwing decision is successful]

"The variety is rare, much more beautiful than the first beauty that your lord brought back from the auction venue last year."

"Indeed, it's a pity that good-looking is good-looking, it's still just a human kind."

"This is different. It is said that this time it is three days. But let alone three days, if you are serious. I don't know if you can survive tonight. I heard from the coachman that you are in good spirits today."

Zong Jiu listened for a while, then slowly moved his ears away, thoughtful.

Of course these servants would not know that the duke in their mouth was controlled by No.1 a long time ago.

He has only two days left.

I remembered Zhuge's secret reminder to him before entering this copy.

‘The key to your solution is no.1. ’

‘Who asked you to ask him for help, you can’t fool you, do you need me to teach you? ’

Since the key lies in the devil, there is really no need to think about escaping.

What's more, the devil had just revealed clearly that he had a way to get out of this copy.

As Zong Jiu thought, he took off his clothes and slowly immersed himself in the boiling hot water.

Originally, they only had one obvious way, and that was to find a way to contact the main system.

Now there is a second way.

What he needs to think about now is how to flick no.1 like Zhuge said.

It's a bit difficult, but it's fun, and it's the magician's favorite challenge.

Zong Jiu was eager to try.

He dried his hair after the shower and put on his robe.

The servants who had been waiting at the door for a long time wiped his hands and feet with expensive gold wax oil, and led him upstairs, holding the burning candlestick all the way, to the master bedroom in the mansion.

The butler knocked on the door respectfully: "Your Excellency, the man has already been brought."

The Duke's voice was deep and deep, "Who?"

Zong Jiu was too lazy to talk, kicked open the heavy door, greeted all the servants behind him hurriedly kneeling and stunned, closing the door.

"I'm here to tell you a bedtime story."