Chapter 52: Famine Mountain Village (1/2)

The moment he saw Lin Guoxing, Zong Jiu frowned.

He stepped forward and squatted on the ground, pretending to be an inspection.

The other party looked really miserable.

Not only was the face covered with blood, but the flesh on the neck also flew into pieces, and bones were clearly visible. At this moment, he was closing his eyes tightly, and his expression was painful. If it weren't for the weak breathing between his nose, maybe he really thought he had returned to the West.

Watching this scene, the white-haired young man calmly moved away the foot that was stepping on Lin Guoxing's hand.

Obviously, the devil's control over Lin Guoxing is much deeper than that of Anthony, a barbarian. Otherwise, Zong Jiu wouldn't have touched so many silk threads with a wave of his hand.

After all, even if five puppet threads were inserted, Lin Guoxing was nothing but a demon's puppet. When he is alive, he can continue to be a cow and a horse for the devil; when he is dead, the devil can also find a puppet. But to get back to business, Lin Guoxing was dead or alive, and he did not lose the slightest bit to the devil.

But the appearance of the other party fell in Zong Jiu's eyes, and it was by no means an accident. On the contrary, it was more likely to be the manifestation of a conspiracy.

Someone asked worriedly: ”Senior Lin is okay?”

Zong Jiu waved his hand and touched the top of his head inadvertently, with a gentle smile, ”It's just that the injury is a little bit serious and it doesn't get in the way.”

other people:”......”

They looked at Lin Guoxing who was lying in a pool of blood, and they stopped talking.

Is this not getting in the way? ? ?

However, in the eyes of some A-levels, these are indeed nothing wrong.

The trainees only need to breathe, go back to the infinite loop, spend five hundred survival points, and recover from the main system.

As a result, Zong Jiu was only half laughing, and his fingers stopped on the spot.

Because there is nothing on Lin Guoxing's head.

There is no puppet wire, no cold wire.

There is nothing but hard ground.

Zong Jiu realized something, he maintained the expression on his face, stood up calmly, and gave up his position to the other old people who came up to rescue.

In the darkness not far away, someone curled their lips provocatively.

His face looked blurry under the radiance of the candlelight, and Garouluo's tattoo flashed out and it was creepy.

Even though they were far apart, even the smile disappeared.

But Zong Jiu knew that it was him.

The worst premonition has come true, and it is really just what you are afraid of.

This trick is really high.

When Zhuge looked at him secretly, the white-haired young man didn't say anything, but secretly compared a number.

Sure enough, the black-haired man also twisted his eyebrows and fell into deep thought.

If the devil controlled Lin Guoxing, then things would be easy to handle.

But if the devil controls no.4 Black Azan... things will become much trickier.

Zong Jiu stepped back to the dark corner of the wall, and his mind started to spin frantically.

It is impossible for the devil to participate in the dungeon as a trainee, otherwise they would not have seen the figure so far.

Thinking about it this way, he should have participated in the plot as an npc, unconsciously controlled the trainee, and then joined the dungeon.

It is impossible for Zong Jiu to touch the top of every NPC or every trainee's head, which is obviously unrealistic.

So...who is it?

He reached into his pocket, actually put it in the system backpack, and took out the tarot card.

Just a day ago, Zong Jiu drew two cards, successfully verified the true identity of Anthony and the devil, and successfully used the two cooldowns he had stored.

If you want to wait until the next cooldown period is restored, you have to wait until it's dark today.

Zong Jiu sighed in his heart.

The temple is still noisy.

The healers are busy with the wounds, and the others continue to help the Yinma take care of the preparations for the vagina.

Outside the gates on both sides, sawdust fell one after another. Many trainees tried to find other things in the temple that could strengthen the door panels so that they would not be chopped down by the villagers outside.

With the barrier of the coffin, Zong Jiu coldly watched the trainees who went up to bandage the black Azan and helped Lin Guoxing to take care of him, and his eyes fluctuated.

That familiar feeling seemed to follow his blood from the soles of his feet to the sky, and enveloped him in a piece of hot water.

Many times he stays out of the business, just like a real magician, on a huge stage, with a smile on his face that can most mobilize the atmosphere of the scene, which controls the mood of the audience.

Just like Zong Jiu said from the beginning, his emotions fluctuate very little, as if he was born missing, so he has a deep understanding of a little bit of emotion.

This time, there was a pack of wolves waiting for him, the enemy was in the dark, and he was in the dark, and a little carelessness might degenerate into a dead end.

It is rare for Zong Jiu to feel full of interest. In his original world for so many years, even the extreme large-scale magic challenge, the pleasure/feeling of pushing himself to the end of life and death and then breaking through in one fell swoop is far from enough. It's on par today.

He can even guess that no.1's mood should be the same as him.

Under the warm lights of Las Vegas, Zong Jiu saw the dark fire igniting in the dark golden eyes of the other party, as if to drag him into the bottomless abyss prison.

Although I don't want to admit it. But they do have a high degree of agreement to some extent.

Zong Jiu had a hunch.

At the end of this instance, the demon's ubiquitous minions and magicians must only survive.

You die or die, he is ready.