Thriller Trainee

After Zong Jiu took out a lot of Ming coins, the air seemed to be quiet for a few seconds.

The white-haired young man didn't know what shocking actions he had made, but asked lightly, "Is it enough?"

Gui Chai's eyes straightened and hesitated, "This... bribery in the underworld, if caught, it will be very serious."

Although he said so, he couldn't stop looking at the thick pile of coins.

The coins in the underworld are all in circulation, and the most convenient way to obtain them is to burn them by the descendants during the Mid-Yuan Festival of the Ching Ming Dynasty.

It is a pity that the denominations of the coins made by the human world are very large, and each time they are burned, they are stacked with gold ingots and silver ingots. In order to avoid inflation in the underworld, the underworld has stipulated since ancient times that all the coins burned from the world must be discounted before they can reach the hands of the ghosts.

But these years, there is a famine, and the living people can’t take care of themselves. Where can they still be in the mood to burn paper money for the dead?

So the money in the underworld has been very precious in the past few years. Some ghosts who didn't line up to reincarnate couldn't stand it anymore, and they would go up and entrust their dreams to their relatives, so that they must remember to burn some paper.

The pile of money placed in front of the ghost chase now probably has to be burned ten times eight times in the world, and this amount is only available in the hands of the ghost.

The ghost swallowed, and the white bones Adam's apple moved vividly.

Being able to get to this position, his children and grandchildren in Yangjian don't know how many generations they have. No one is worried about burning paper for him, so they can only get some official rations to live on.

Zong Jiuyi saw that there was a drama in his heart, and his surface was calm, but his hand took out a stack of Ming coins from the black box, adding weights one by one.

Ghost difference: "..."

It is not that his will is not firm, but that the other party has given too much!

The ghost looked left and right, patted his thigh, "Oh, ancestor! Let's go a little bit and say, you first collect the money, it would be bad if you get caught."

After hearing this, Zong Jiu hurriedly put away the money, making a comparison in his heart.

It's done! !

Unexpectedly, in the eyes of all the trainees, the waste A-level props can have unexpected effects every time. This wave is really not bad.

The ghost said: "This matter will be the case for the time being. I opened one eye and closed one eye. Anyway, if it is checked from above, the money will be enough... By the way, you are going back to find it. That yin lady settled the accounts?"

The white-haired young man turned his head, "Otherwise?"

"Don't worry, you are a soul. Going out of the city gate like this is definitely not a good thing, not to mention that the Yinma is soaked in this way, it is very powerful."

The ghost chaser accepted the money, and naturally continued to put himself in consideration for him, "Well, anyway, if the yin woman's life is exhausted, she will have to suffer the same when she comes to hell. If you are willing to give more, I can send a few more. A helper will go with you."

Zong Jiule was over, but he didn't expect to spend money on bribes to enjoy such luxurious services, so he naturally agreed.

He found that the ability to make money is really useful, but the ghost is just breaking the can, and doing all the work, it is better to make more money.

In the end, when Zong Jiu walked out of the government, he was already a big man who had led three or four ghost servants, and the other ghosts were too coveted to come up.

He ran out of the city with all the ghosts mightily, and from a distance he saw the rickety back with the lamp at the end.

Yin Po npc is set to be an old man who is not walking quickly. Thanks to the conspicuous Lantern, other ghosts dared not come close, and only dared to look at it from a distance. Looking across the plain, it's easy to see where the Yin Po is.

Zong Jiu took the ghost servants and swaggered into the group of ghosts and monsters watching.

The dense clusters of ghosts perfectly hid Zong Jiu's white hair, and there were so many ghosts floating in front of him, there was no fear at all.

Zong Jiu greeted the ghost servant behind him to follow him, watching the flickering light in front of him, and suddenly had a plan.

"In this way, you do this first, and then..."

The ghost servants received the news of the ghost, knowing that the good-looking white-haired young man in front of him was a big customer that the underworld hadn't met for many years, so naturally they didn't dare to neglect, and repeatedly said yes.

"Okay, then do as I said."

Zong Jiu clapped his hands, and watched the ghost servants lead away, showing a sneer.

I'm sorry, he is also a retribution, a tooth for a tooth.

When is the injustice reported?

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no.1 I am in a good mood now.

Seeing the white-haired young man disappear in the apse of the ghost city official mansion, he used the puppet silk to control the Yin Po's body and left with the Ming Lantern.

After falling into the yin, if there is no guide to go to the dark lamp, it will be difficult to climb to the sky again. Not to mention it was sold to the underworld by the yin po, the npc herself.

After the dungeon time is over, or after the normal card completes the main task, the inner ghost who fails to complete the task and fails to return to the sun will naturally be obliterated by the main system.

Yin Po, the npc's setting, is behind the entire deserted village copy.

There is not an innocent npc in the entire copy, everyone is the perpetrator, everyone is lying.

The old village chief is lying, Wang Shou is lying, the woman is lying, and the yin-law is also lying. If you have to find someone who doesn't lie, then only the little boy who doesn't know the world at the village chief's house.

Trainees who want to find a way out can only ask the past one by one, and then unfold logical reasoning from each person's words to find the clues.

To be honest, this is a bit difficult, because it is difficult for someone to guarantee that they will not be influenced or preconceived by any words.

I wanted to play with him for a while.

The devil thought casually.

After all... it's really hard for him to meet such a fun and interesting toy.

The devil never believed in the so-called prophecy of Guiguzi.

It now appears that there is indeed something remarkable.

After all, after making a transaction with the main system, his puppet silk can no longer be touched by any physical means, unless it is relying on a very special item that does not exist in the trainees. It is unheard of to touch it empty-handed, and it is exactly like the "natural enemy" and "restraint of ability" in the prophecy.

just--

I remembered the "fateful opponent" in the prophecy that "the only existence that can contain the devil".

In the dark space, no.1 randomly dialed the silk thread on the other end of his hand, revealing a rather boring look.

Unfortunately, it is still too weak.

Weak too much to be desired/hopeful.

The devil thought so, letting the puppet silk manipulate it, and got up from the high chair.

He is the instructor who plays the role of npc. He doesn't need to enter the dungeon like other trainees. In addition, the puppet silk can freely penetrate the space dimension, so his body is actually still in the trainee's dormitory, not going anywhere.

The dormitory of no.1 is on the top floor of the whole dormitory for trainees. It is not only a duplex structure, but also covers a large area. It even has a sky garden with a glass isolation on the top floor.

Standing in the sky garden and looking down, you can see that the trainee dormitory is built on an isolated island, and the space outside is the vast sea with cliffs and beautiful scenery below.

The room decoration of the trainees above A level can be adjusted and changed according to the trainees' minds. The light surfing bath in the dormitory of S-level trainees is as large as a flat floor. In short, when it comes to material matters, the main system has always been generous and generous.

The man unbuttoned the black suit jacket, revealing the neat white shirt inside.

He hummed untuned weird music, and stepped on the tango's swinging pace to the wine cabinet.

There is no light in the room, but it does not affect people's vision in the room.

The cap of the bottle was pulled out, and the crimson wine mingled into the decanter, and the air was full of fragrant wine.

The devil was playing with the glass in his hand, and was about to look at another puppet that was deeply manipulated by him, only to find something went wrong in the copy of Famine Mountain Village.

Yin Po was suddenly stopped by a few ghost servants in the gray Yin Realm.

The ghost servants had a stern face, expressionless, "Just after you sent the soul, a page of the life and death record in the government is missing. I will wait for the order of the adults to search, and please cooperate."

The devil does not control the npc all the time.

Most of the time, unless it is a play of particular interest, he will choose to let the npc play freely according to his original character. After all, playing an npc is more difficult than playing a player. It needs to be strictly in line with the plot, and unless the player has a similarly demanding identity card, it needs to be strictly played. Other times, it is more like a deserted village copy, which gives the trainees an identity. It's up.

Only when no.1 wants to make trouble, he will control it by himself, eh.

So after the demon let go of the control of the puppet silk, the npc acted according to its own character.

According to the background of the story, Yin Po is just a mortal who is greedy for life and fears death, but is vicious in mind.

In the face of the ghosts, she only promised, and in the face of the villagers, she fought hard. Now that he was stopped and worried about the time limit for the burning of the lantern, he naturally responded tremblingly.

When the devil found out, the black-robed yin-women had already put down the zombie lantern obediently, raised her hands, and searched her under the command of the ghost servants. The ghost servants asked her to look up and turned her around. Go, Yin Po turned around obediently.

Coincidentally, at this moment they happened to be standing on the only bridge on the Wangchuan River.

Opposite is the pavilion where Meng Po is distributing Meng Po soup, and below is the quiet and flowing Wangchuan River. If you look closely, you can see the countless undead who have committed evil deeds and have distorted faces under the river.

no.1 I felt my right eyelid jump again.

The last time this omen appeared was in Las Vegas, when the magician lifted his three vests in front of the main system in one fell swoop.

The devil suddenly felt suspicious, so he put down the glass and was about to re-manipulate the npc.

Sudden changes occur.

The warm light on the ground that was on the ground suddenly shook.

Someone lifted the lamp.

Yin Po turned her head suddenly.

The white-haired young man was standing behind him, holding the lantern in his hand, with a smile.

Yinma asked in a sharp old voice: "My child, are you...?"

Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows.

The white-haired young man watched the ghost servant restrain the npc in front of him, and raised his lips, "Child?"

Zong Jiu also didn't bother to continue talking nonsense, lest Ye Changmeng had many reversals.

He lifted his foot directly and kicked the person out of the bridge.

"Actually, I prefer the way you called me Brother Nine."

The bridge deck is nearly ten meters away from the Wangchuan River, let alone the famous weak water without any buoyancy. Except for the bridge built with immortal power, as long as anything passes over it, it will feel great pressure and fall into the river.

After half-length of the Yin Po staggered back to the bridge, she fell straight into the bottom of the river like a kite with a broken line. She couldn't even agitate a single drop of waves, and she was squirmed by the river bottom. The evil spirit tore to pieces.

The soul of the most evil person is also a great tonic to the evil spirit.

......

[NPC playing mission has failed]

[Venue: A-level dungeon famine mountain village]

[Playing the role of NPC: Behind the scenes with vicious mind and gossip]

[Reason for failure: the death of the soul]

In the darkness, the puppet silk that had lost the role of manipulating began to slowly recover, and re-entangled the pair of beautiful hands like works of art.

After a long time, the devil touched the corner of his mouth.

Its arc expanded more and more, like those cold and cruel dark golden pupils, igniting a cluster of dark fires.

no.1 turned around, poured himself a glass of red wine to wake up, and drank it all in one go.

The cold liquor rolled down his throat into the esophagus, but couldn't hold back the boiling blood again.

This is really...a great surprise.