Thriller Trainee

It is conceivable that after hearing this news, the Tuyumen was struck by lightning.

He reluctantly put down the circus props he was carrying, and then hurriedly found a reason to urinate, walked to the corner and threw a pilot to the place where the magician was.

According to what he had just overheard, these survivors were neither worried about whether they could catch him and the magician, nor whether they would contact the main system. Being able to be so confident and fearless, it is natural to rely on it.

Because the summoned person has long been left with a curse mark, he can be summoned a second time and contact the main system...

It is very likely that the Cthulhu will break the space barrier and be summoned to this Super S Grade dungeon before the main system can get in touch with them. Because only then can this super-S-level copy space be broken by the higher-dimensional evil gods, and the signal can pass through the treacherous space coordinates floating in the dark dimension, and successfully link the survivors.

But the problem is that Zongjiu and Tuyumen are the sacrifices.

Only by offering sacrifices to them, the evil **** will appear. If they didn't sacrifice to them, the evil **** would never show up, let alone show up.

This is a dead end.

......

"Okay, time is almost up, let's get ready to start."

The members of the cult just dragged a few humans with red crosses on their heads, and ordered the butchers standing next to the altar to put their blood on the altar first.

The butcher was holding a sharp sharp knife, and simply went down with a single knife, cutting off the heads of the humans like cutting vegetables.

Suddenly, the white flowers flowing back from his head dripped down.

They cursed badly, threw their heads away and grasped the truncated section, like holding a paintbrush, and painted a layer on the surface of the altar, and immediately dyed the cold, black-gray ground into a red and gorgeous color.

The big tent of the original circus was demolished in half and turned into a semi-outdoor style. The round stage for the central performance has just become the best choice for the altar.

The members of the Order were all dressed in black cloaks and pointed hats, most of them were surrounded by the altar, with their hands folded and chanting words in their mouths.

I don't know when the orchestra's sound became creepy.

Accompanied by the violin and the flute, they gradually began to change the tone from the original holy Christmas carol.

The members of the cult around the altar chanted loudly.

"Look at the sky, high above, the time has come for the stars to return."

It was a chant that started in an unknown tone, one after another.

At the beginning, there was some vagueness. As all the members of the cult joined in, the sentence gradually became clear, bright, and suddenly high and sharp.

This chanting and song seemed to have some indescribable magic power, which made people involuntarily open their mouths, and continued with this strange and turbulent tone.

Gradually, not only the members of the sect, but all the animals standing on the square opened their mouths, even the humans who were **** with reins and collars and were imprisoned in the stables for sacrifice.

They all opened their mouths and sang a weird Christmas carol along with the carols.

It's not the holiness and brightness of the original song, but the weird, cold, and unbelievably gloomy.

"Ignorance and stupidity become the new masters."

"The time has come for the stars to return, the seal has been broken, and the old rulers are about to wake up."

......

There is no doubt that this is a very strange scene.

For some reason, Zong Jiu remembered the painting hanging in the veterinary hospital.

The background of the picture is also the same deep dark night as this festival.

In the center of the painting, inside the circus tent, the onlookers are densely packed with black capes and pointed hats, with no end in sight.

The blood-stained altar was flowing viscously in the center surrounded by the cloak.

Some of them are holding **** sharp knives, some are holding thick parchment, some are kneeling on the ground, and others are raising their arms as if welcoming the coming of God, with expressions on their faces. fanaticism.

Like some kind of deadly infectious plague, crazy and unreasonable.

Exactly the same.

The singing was still repeating, and Zong Jiu felt that his heart began to become irritable again.

[Hesitate to receive some kind of mental pollution, you need to pass a sanity check. 1 point of sanity is deducted for success, 1 to 3 sanity points will be deducted for failure, please]

[Your throwing result is 72/50, and the sanity check failed]

[Your sanity value minus 2 points, S-level trainee Zongjiu now has a sanity value of 38/50]

[Attention, you are in an unknown scene now, staying in this scene for too long may cause the sanity value to be continuously deducted]

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Just as Zong Jiu tried to ignore this passage and calmed his head pain, suddenly a stone was thrown in his back.

The magician became sharp instantly.

He quietly glanced at the black cloak immersed in the chanting, and quickly strayed away under the cover of the crowd.

This is a very simple thing, because now all living creatures in the square that can make a sound are singing, except for Zongjiu and Tuyumen.

"What's wrong? Any new information?"

The two of them turned into a remote corner one after the other.

Tu Yumen's face was very ugly, and he paused for a while before he told the shocking news that he had just found out.

"..."

It took Zong Jiu about three seconds to digest the "shocking news" from this Onmyoji.

"So what you mean is that now we stretch our heads with one stroke, and shrink our heads with one stroke. We can only wait to die?"

Tu Yumen nodded sadly.

Isn't it? I finally found out the news, but in the end I found that it was nothing but a emptiness, and it would be hard for anyone to accept it.

"When I came, I already asked about the system. It said that if the space barrier of this Super S Grade copy is not broken, there is absolutely no way to contact the main system."

So the topic went back to the beginning. If you don't sacrifice their two guinea pigs, the evil **** will never come out.

"Oh, I see."

Zong Jiu nodded, and suddenly spread his left hand flat, and punched it with his right hand, "Then I have a way."

Domemon:? ? ?

No, things are like this, what can you do!

The Tuyumen was a little broken: "You have a way, you can tell me, their festivals have all started, they will call us soon, and you are still selling them here!"

"The way is--"

Two business cards suddenly appeared in the hands of the white-haired young man, "This way."

[You have used the B-level props: the clown's friendship card]

[You have used B-level props: Mad Hatter's friendship card]

[Because this item is a friendship item, trainees need to ask the other party for instructions after using it, please wait...]

In the next second, a ghost suddenly appeared in front of them.

The Mad Hatter was maintaining an elegant posture, holding the blue court teacup in one hand and the cup holder in the other.

Tu Yumen could clearly see that what was in the cup was not black tea, but a cup full of human blood.

"Oh, Mr. Little White Bird Magician, long time no see!"

Mad Hatter showed an exaggerated smile, which made people very doubtful whether the oil paint on his face was going to fall off.

He raised his glasses to the two of them: "Would you like to taste the fresh Bloody Mary? This is a special offer for the tea party, even Alice said it tastes good."

Domemon once again: "..."

He lowered his voice, his voice still trembling: "This, isn't this the ghost npc in the Halloween event?"

Now they are in the Super S Grade dungeon, and even if they don't have the power to bind the chicken, they will have a ghost, which is really fatal.

"It's okay, my own person."

Zong Jiu patted him on the shoulder and greeted Mad Hatter very skillfully, "Long time no see, where's the clown?"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, as expected that he is a magician who can always bring me new surprises when I am bored, I really like you so much

Mad Hatter's eyes lit up suddenly, and he was about to speak, but there was another "bang" in the air.

This time it was the clown.

Unlike the Mad Hatter, who hurriedly accepted the invitation and came from the tea party, the clown obviously came after some preparations.

He changed into a neat purple suit, his messy hair was combed back to his head, and even the eyeshadow and lip gloss were repainted in vivid colors. At first glance, he was invited to dress up carefully.

By the way, the corners of this dress are still stained with scarlet blood, and I don't know which hapless man snatched it from.

"Mr. Magic, long time no see~~~"

With a still horrified smile on his face, the clown bowed politely.

"I really miss you so much... I didn't expect you to still remember me after a long absence."

He seemed a little at a loss, not knowing how to express his excitement, joy and excitement, on the contrary, the expression on his face became hideous and awkward.

Tu Yumen shivered and took a step back to Zong Jiu without a trace.

The clown was killing someone when he received the business card invitation.

Then the next second, the person who was about to die saw the dark emperor throw the dagger in his hand, took off his suit, quickly changed it and disappeared without a trace.

So blood will inevitably be stained on the clothes.

Of course, for this scene, Zong Jiu naturally pretended not to see it.

"Wait, wait, it's only half an hour, let's make a long story short, old folks."

Mad Hatter interrupted this touching reunion, and threw the tea cup and cup holder in his hand casually, putting his hands together: "Mr. Magician invites us to come this time—"

"Of course." Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows: "I will call you if there are fun things."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Mad Hatter and the clown laugh and high-five together, making cheerful and expectant voices such as "Okay!"

The clown held his face, with a look of happiness: "It is a great honor for me to be able to solve problems for Mr. Magician!"

Mad Hatter tapped on the ground excitedly, "So, what fun is it? Is it a surprise performance by the Mad Hatter Clown and the Magician!"

Tu Yumen looked at Zong Jiu with horror and nodded, "That's right."

The white-haired young man was holding two ten-sided dice in his hand, his tone was calm, "I can't get out anyway."

"Then you can only destroy this copy."

The magician let the madness hidden in his eyes since entering this copy, and the pupils reflected by the ten-sided dice were full of interest.

"—Let’s make a big fuss."