Chapter 230: Dormitory for trainees (1/2)

I don't know why, although it hasn't been long since I came out, Xu Su who was outside the meeting room was inexplicably uneasy.

He leaned against the wall, lowered his head and stared at the toe of his shoe. The joy in his heart faded a little, he no longer slapped his tears, and his head calmed down a lot.

God knows how excited he was when he knew that ”Book of the Dead” could be used to summon the dead and talk to them.

Both of these two copies of Xu Su lived horribly.

He didn't know what he was doing, and he knew exactly what he was doing.

It is no exaggeration to say that everything seemed to lose its color in Xu Su's eyes. From then on he didn't know why he would live, and what else could he do.

After getting the Xu Sen's relic ”The Book of the Black Hen” that Zhuge An brought back to him from the copy, he stayed in the dormitory alone for three days in a muddle-headed manner.

Xu Su kept crying. When I was tired from crying, I fell back to sleep, woke up and sat on the bed again, motionless, and started crying again. Later, I cried until my tears were dry, so I had to sit, like a fixed statue, unable to feel the flow of time, holding the A-level props.

Later he woke up because he saw what Xu Sen left him in the book.

Xu Sen wants him to live.

So this sentence became Xu Su's only obsession.

He was like a sudden old tens of years, and he no longer had the aura of the original agility, and he made himself the appearance of Xu Sen.

While in the copy of the orphanage, Xu Su was almost caught by the ghost hand.

That hand was very cold, very cold, and the cold seemed to penetrate his bone marrow.

For a moment, Xu Su thought, if he died in this way, would he be a hundred dollars.

But he can't die. If Brother Nine finally lets Xu Sen come back, he will have to beat him up.

Xu Su couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth thinking about what he was like at the time.

He had never thought that he could still talk to Xu Sen like this.

Just talking is enough to make him happy and happy.

Xu Su believes in Zong Jiu more than anyone. I believe that Brother Nine will create miracles.

He stretched out his hand and looked at his palm-printed palm.

I don't know what Xu Sen is going to say to Brother Nine alone. Wouldn't you want to ask Brother Jiu about his own situation during this period of time?

Xu Su began to speculate aimlessly.

Thinking of his decadence during this period, he couldn't help but hammer his head, feeling a little regretful.

Just as Xu Su was thinking about it, the door of the meeting room behind him suddenly heard a slight opening and closing sound.

He quickly turned around, ”Brother Nine!”

The white-haired young man who came out of the meeting room looked as usual, with only a few imperceptible coldness on the brows and the ends of the eyes.

Xu Su stood up subconsciously and honestly, just like a primary school student about to be trained by the dean, with his hands on the seams of his pants, standing neatly and upright.

”Ok?”

He yelled so, and Zong Jiu, who was still immersed in his thoughts just now, came back to his senses.

Seeing Xu Su's face sitting upright, the magician raised his eyebrows: ”Why are you suddenly waiting for criticism?”

”Brother Nine, don't make fun of me, I'm not happy.”

Xu Su scratched his head, revealing the first smile from the heart in more than two months.

He glanced at the book of dead souls in Zong Jiu's hand, his tone hesitated: ”He didn't say anything, did he?”

”It's nothing.”

Now that Xu Sen has promised that he will not disclose the content of the dialogue, Zong Jiu will naturally keep his promise, ”There was something just now, I will let him go back first. If you want to find him, you have to restructure the communication.”

Xu Su nodded obediently.

The white-haired young man handed Xu Su the dead book in his hand: ”Here.”

After watching Xu Su happily accepting the Book of Undead, Zong Jiuzhang asked casually, ”Zhuge secretly gave you this book? Did he say anything else to you when he gave it to you?”

Xu Su also showed a dazed expression: ”No.”

”Big Brother Zhuge said that he got an S-level item that can communicate with the dead, and then directly transferred this item to me.”

Xu Su's luck is not as good as Zhuge An, but as the last 100 survivors of the thriller trainee competition, he also received an S-level prop blind box issued by the main system, and drew out a cross prop from it.

He scratched his head: ”Because I'm really embarrassed, so I still want to give the S-level props I got to Da Zhuge, but he said he doesn't need it, let me keep it for myself.”

”By the way, Brother Nine asked this, is there anything wrong?”

”It's okay.”

Zong Jiu denied: ”Just ask casually.”