Chapter 138: Judgment Day (1/2)

After such an oolong came out, the people who had been walking in the hall stopped one after another.

After the last trainee of Zhuge's hidden team walked into the purple space door, the border of the space door flickered twice in the air, and then suddenly annihilated in a cold.

The team of Domimon happened to be nearby, and Dangshi came to ask about the situation.

Zong Jiu: ”The space doors of our two teams are a little bit close. Maybe he didn't pay attention to one of them. He made a mistake by accident. It shouldn't be a big problem.”

Tu Yumen nodded, ”It should be, in fact, regardless of the number of people, the next dungeon will be S-level. Since where the difficulty lies, it will naturally be the same for all players.

Indeed, the difficulty will not change even if the scene is changed.

After thinking about this, everyone no longer clings to the wrong door. They turned around to greet the trainees in their team, and disappeared inside the space door.

But according to Zhugean's cautious, one-step-three-calculation character, is it really possible to misunderstand such a trivial matter?

A bad premonition faintly appeared in Zong Jiu's heart. However, the tight time now does not allow him to think more.

Under the cold urging of the main system, he led the team and walked into the space door that should have belonged to Zhuge's dark team.

The edge of this space door is dark gold, I don't know why, it is easy to remind people of no.1's eyes.

The white-haired magician raised his eyes to take a look, and stepped into the darkness inside the space door without hesitation.

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[Detection of trainees entering the space gate, space transfer begins...]

[The pre-story is loading...]

The overwhelming sense of weightlessness.

He is falling.

Unlike the previous space transfer, this space transfer was particularly bumpy.

It's not just bumps, but everything in the body has turned into a deep black. As if everything was surrounded by deep darkness and could not see the way forward, I could only hear the sound of hunting and hunting wind when he fell, and all his clothes were raised.

Zong Jiu raised his head and glanced at the sky above.

It stands to reason that if he encounters such a situation where he stomped on the air, Xu Su would definitely start screaming loudly for the first time.

But now let alone screams, even other sounds are similar to nothing.

It's so quiet here...like he's alone.

Wouldn't you fall to death if you fell like this?

Zong Jiu swept away his forehead hair that was constantly beating in front of his eyes because of falling, and squinted his eyes to look down.

Suddenly, the ink dripping from the horizontal plane to the bottom of the vessel, the condensed ink fainted in the medium, floating out flowers in full bloom, removing the endless dark color and staining it with different colors.

A picture suddenly appeared in front of the magician's eyes.

The different solidified color blocks slowly began to flow.

Standing on the ground with his feet, he finally had some unreal sense of steadiness.

Zong Jiu didn't act for the first time, but instead looked back around.

No trace of the rest of the team was seen around, and even the solidified color blocks were slowly forming.

The main system didn't have any hints, quietly as if it didn't exist.

What's the situation? Don’t the general pre-drama trainees have to be forced to watch it?

Soon, the ink-like stripes around him quickly spread out, building a street, row upon row of houses, gray telephone poles and dark weather.

In the distance, the white dove swept from the ground of the square, its white wings fluttered in the sky, and flew past the gray-white clock tower of the church not far away, as if to rush to a new prayer.

Zong Jiu opened his eyes wide.

This scene is too familiar to him.

The pedestrians coming and going around were hurrying, and everyone was wearing a trench coat with the same indifference on their faces.

Just like the famous double-slit interference experiment, all the places Zong Jiu did not see were empty and collapsed. Only where his sight touches, the scene will be arranged and become the familiar appearance in his memory.

He looked around at the same place, but didn't see any special place around him, so he finally stepped away and hurried towards the gray church on the corner.

After all, it is a scene built directly from memory, so this scene is too familiar to Zong Jiu, as if it was engraved in the bottom of his heart.

Because he has lived here for more than ten years. Until the death of the old nun and the death of the orange cat, he lived here until he was adopted by the later magician teacher.

Two roads past the corner is the school where he used to study, then there is the square, and then the old-fashioned slum buildings.

The church was overstocked between the new and old buildings in the city, as if a clear line was drawn.

Whether it is the poor or the rich, they are all equal before God.

The door of the church was open.

The iron fence is tethered to the side, and the narrow green grass and white walls complement each other.

On the spire in the center stood a **** cross, which matched the unpleasant weather.

Strangely, none of the believers who came and went to pray in the past are gone. It seems that when Zong Jiu stepped into this area, the sound of the street disappeared, only the bell from the height of the church rang. , One after another, one after another, heavier than one.

Zong Jiu passed through the gate without changing his face.

He stopped in front of the holy water basin at the door, and looked into the church.

Sure enough, at the end of the rows of black seats, a white candle was burning on the altar covered with white towels.

In front of the altar stood a rickety figure, wearing a black nun hat and black nun gown, who was bowing his head in prayer.