Chapter 210: Dormitory for trainees (1/2)

This is the most typical European orphanage in the early twentieth century. There are not many special or novel places around it. The whole body is made of wood.

Because it was exposed to the rainy season all the year round, the wood in the ground was already wet. In addition, there was a lack of resources during the war. Neither oil lamps nor electric lights could be ignited, and the night was panic.

It was raining endlessly outside.

Thousands of puffy raindrops pour down from the sky like no end, like giant beasts with open fangs and big mouths.

The old-fashioned building that was about to decay like a coffin was creaking and roaring.

Every sound is like stepping on a person's heart, shocking and frightening.

All the living trainees shuddered in this invisible darkness, squeezing their bodies and heads into the damp wooden lattices, and dare not let out the atmosphere.

Thanks to the fact that they have all become six-year-olds now, if they are adults, there is no way to hide outside these dog holes.

Everyone is waiting, praying silently and desperately for the arrival of the last time.

From a distance, the bell rang again.

”Ring Ling Ling--”

Intertwined with the sound of rain in the distance, the voice of the resentment bell is still so cold, unknown, continuously hovering, full of indescribable terrible whispers.

It's going to be assembled again.

The trainees who survived by chance trembled crazily and violently.

'How to do? ’

After so many days and the blood of countless people, the trainees naturally understood the meaning behind this resentment bell.

Every time the complaining bell rang, the trainees had to gather on the first floor at the bottom of the orphanage.

The most frightening thing is that there are very strict regulations on the number of trainees in each assembly.

Sometimes, those who go to the assembly can survive.

Sometimes, the people who go down to gather will become the fresh sacrifices of Yingling, and there will be no corpses.

What's more frightening is that there is no trace. Unless a trainee had good luck a few days ago, and got a dry and severed finger from the eye-less dean of the orphanage, he could barely offset the curse of the bell of resentment.

However, a few days ago, all the trainees avoided the resentment of the orphanage dean.

After all, the first time anyone encounters a ghost, he will look up and try to reason with it. It’s not bad to see that mummy with a cracked rope knot hanging from the beams of the house without being scared to death. Realize that the other party is actually grieving and has no intention of killing.

It was precisely because of the missed clues of this greatness that this led to the tragedy of life and death of thousands of practitioners in the following days, fulfilling Zhuge's dark prophecy.

Everyone’s main task is different. Everyone has their own goals, and they don’t show kindness to pay attention to or help others.

But even more frightening is that almost everyone has two fixed main tasks.

That is, after completing your main mission, you still need to survive until the time when the copy is closed.

The sound of complaining bells is still jingling.

At this moment, a cold mechanical sound suddenly came from the endless heavy rain.

[The seven-day countdown is up]

[Excluding 15 people who have not completed the main mission, the remaining number of survivors: 251 people]

All trainees are overjoyed.

There is nothing more exhilarating than waiting in the anxious and lost path, finally ushering in the end and hope.

[Please wait, the main system is being judged...]

[Super S-level dungeon: an indescribable orphanage, the space coordinates have been locked]

[Space transmission will be carried out immediately after 30 seconds, transmission location: studio hall]

At this moment, the smiles of countless people in the dark are permanently frozen on their faces.

Behind them, a pale and cold hand suddenly stretched out in the narrow and cramped darkness, and in the next second it dragged them into the ”dog hole” that was only a few inches in diameter.

No one knew what was in the dog hole. Once, a trainee tried to look into the bottomless darkness.

In the next second, he suddenly lost his mind, bit his fingers dripping with blood, leaving only two strings of **** white bones, giggling, and crawling into the bottomless hole like crazy.

The irony is that only the grid connected to the dog hole can not be found by the ”resent bell” outside.

But before this, no one had expected that the things in the dog hole would have passed the hide-and-seek stage and drag people in directly.

This time it was Zhuge An who was speaking out.

Almost a second after the main system's voice was behind, the black-haired man reacted, and first rolled out of the grid flexibly and rushed towards the bottom of the orphanage, shouting, ”Come out!”

”This is a Super S Grade dungeon, there is no possibility of time suspension!”

A word to wake up all dreamers.

The trainees all breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the announcement from the main system and relaxed their vigilance.

Because of inertial thinking, all other dungeons, even including S-level dungeons, will be stuck in a moment of color freezing and time suspension after the main system broadcasts it. It is also the soul-recovering stage that everyone jokingly calls.

But this is a super S-level copy, which is not much different from the real world in terms of position level.

Even if the main system is a high-dimensional intellectual brain, it is far from being able to control an entire plane, and it will interfere with the sky.

But I want to suspend the time of an entire plane--

How can it be?

So no one would have imagined that the thirty seconds that everyone jokingly called the soul-recovering stage would turn out to be the last time for death!

Thousands of dry and pale hands stretched out from the dog hole, and countless figures that had been hanged hung on the beams of the house and shook with the wind. I don’t know how many years of precipitation, the white dresses that turned to brown and swayed with the wind. , The blood on the top has long been air-dried into black spots.

Together with the only kerosene lamp that hung down, Wei Ling finally revealed its truest appearance.