Chapter 111: first Middle school (2/2)
The most frightening thing is that Zong Jiu is not just a temptation, he also deliberately brought a year-level thorn head over. In general, there are nearly ten, in order to see where the demon puppet master’s ability ends. How many people need other conditions besides physical contact and bloodshed to achieve complete manipulation.
But he made a mistake.
no.1 didn't even touch anyone directly, just moved his fingers lightly, and turned the trainees present into his puppets.
But he did reveal certain conditions of his abilities before, and Zong Jiu didn't think the devil would be interested in lying on this issue.
So the white-haired young man raised his eyebrows, ”Enough is enough, but are you sure they have been manipulated? Doesn't your ability require physical contact to activate?”
The devil smiled, ”Under normal circumstances, it is indeed so good, but in this instance... there are always some unexpected gains.”
Seeing that Zong Jiu still wanted to speak, the man suddenly took a step forward, bends down ambiguously, and put his finger against his mouth.
”Hush, your reward has been honored.”
The soft fabric can't stop the cold body afterwards, and it makes the thin lips colder.
Zong Jiu raised his head slightly, and stared at him without showing any weakness. Deep in his pupils, the flames that had been ignited not long ago were still shining brightly.
The devil looked down at him, only feeling that the cells and blood all over his body were clamoring to destroy him.
But he calmed down, like an active volcano suppressing gushing magma, also because he knew that the food should be cooked to the best temperature before eating to enjoy the deliciousness. The index finger of the glove was slightly bent, and he touched the young man's lips intentionally or unintentionally.
The man's voice was dull, with an unbearable hoarse, and extremely sultry.
”If I tell you everything, there will be no fun in solving puzzles, little magician.”
”Now, let me see how you can destroy this copy.”
”Don't forget, you still owe me one more time.”
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After leaving the office, Zong Jiu's face was clouded.
This time the temptation can only be said to be evenly divided.
He couldn't get more information about the ability of No.1, but he achieved his goal, at least making the disobedient people become obedient.
Whether this ”obedient” manipulated by No.1 is really obedient, no one knows.
The least that can be said is that even if these people don't cooperate with his work, as long as they don't cause trouble, Zong Jiu has no more demands on them.
He returned to the classroom.
The next arrangement is that there is no arrangement.
The monitors of the other two classes obviously lacked trust in his plan. They planned to put the eggs in two baskets, and asked the whole class to work hard in the remaining 30 days, trying to reach the 1,000-point mark. On the side, it can be considered a two-handed preparation.
Only the painting style of Class Nine is incompatible with them.
Zong Jiu said that he didn't need to study in the next time, and the trainees of Class 9 really didn't study. Every day, the class was either to hold a seminar or to tear up a few draft papers and gather together to play cards. I go to bed at ten o'clock every night. After these ten days, my dark circles have basically faded, and I feel refreshed.
In the first weekly test, their scores for the whole class did not rise but fell, and they dropped from more than 800 to more than 750, shocking the entire grade and the barrage live broadcast room.
[No...Class 9 believes in magicians that way? Their state is like giving up hope.]
[I am also worried here, watching them eat, sleep, and play every day, and all the other live broadcast rooms are nervously writing questions, I wonder if I went to the wrong set]
[But the problem is that Class 9 doesn’t have a backup plan, so I won’t talk about how difficult it is to destroy the instance. They don’t even prepare a way out. I’m really sweating.]
[Maybe the masters are brave, anyway, this copy will be closed in more than ten days anyway, by then it will be clear whether the 9th class can be seen at a glance, and why are you worrying about it?]
Indeed, no matter what the outside world evaluates or guesses, Class 9 just stays still and what should I do.
Finally, just after the second weekly test, a new clue was sent to Zong Jiu.
As early as last month, the paper **** of Tuyumen lost contact near the sinking pond of the iron gate.
The only information that can be known is that in the last picture sent to him by the paper god, a faceless teacher seemed to see the paper in the corner, took a broom and swept the paper nearby.
At the same time, because that area was really too grieving, it greatly reduced the spiritual power attached to the paper god.
As a result, when everyone felt that the paper **** had been brave and righteous, while sleeping a few days ago, Tu Yumen suddenly had a dream.
There will be some subtle connections between the onmyoji and the shikigami, especially the shikigami that is completely nurtured by the onmyoji spiritual power. It is very likely that it will be in a dream state before its spiritual power is insufficient or completely disappeared. , Pass the final pictures and clues to their owners.
There was nowhere to look for the iron shoes. This clue happened to come from the iron gate near the sinking pond, which often had no faces, but did not know its purpose. It is very possible that the paper **** was brought in by chance and got such an unexpected clue.
In the picture passed back by Shikishen, there are stacks of snow-white papers, and there are scenes of faceless people around the round table making questions.
That room turned out to be the question paper bank of No.1 Middle School.