Thriller Trainee

Zong Jiu felt bad about himself.

He seems to have been soaked in the ice water filled with ice cubes, his unconscious body is more like an ice cellar, his lips are blue and purple, and his coarse linen seems to be frozen and tight. The knot freezes tightly on the body, and it penetrates into the bone marrow.

It's so cold that something happened at first sight.

He is 100% the lucky goose who was chosen, the soul out of his body!

Zong Jiu had a hunch when the Yin Po said that sentence.

After all, among so many trainees here, he is the only one holding an inner ghost card. Not to mention that his inner ghost status is still a fledgling corpse slayer, and he is naturally related to the narrative things like yin. If you have to say it, Zou Yin and Shi Zhan are the same people in the same way, and they all deal with Yin things. Now it is normal to be favored.

Zong Jiu opened his eyes with a sad mood.

Unexpectedly, however, the entrance is not a dark temple or floating in the air and under the dome.

He is still standing on the ground.

It's just that the color of this land presents a kind of ash that is almost dead, and there are layers of mist floating around it, which is not real at first glance.

Originally, Zong Jiu was a little confused, but after seeing his milky white body, he suddenly realized.

Do you dare to feel that he was taken to the yin?

Once this question was figured out, Zong Jiu felt that the earth full of dead silence, the dark night-like sky, the invisible fog and the heavy gloom could all be understood.

Undergrowth is a very dangerous thing.

Zhuge secretly said not to intervene in the plot of this dungeon, but in fact he still couldn't hold back his occasional hidden TB attribute, and gave Zong Jiu a wave of popular science while waiting for the time this afternoon.

People who walk in Yin will generally set up a time point, or in other ways, to remind themselves that they are in Yin.

Because after going to the Yin world, if you can't find the way back when you walk in Yin, or if you forget the spell while surrounded by Yin Qi, then the Yin walker will stay in the Yin world forever and never return to the Yang world. .

Without the soul, Yang Jian's body naturally turned into a dead body.

But the threshold for the yin man is higher than that of the corpse carpenter. Yin-travelers have shown their talent for astral detachment since they were young. Only those with this talent can learn to pass Yin-traveling. Therefore, Yin-travelers often pass on one line and are extremely dangerous. They are likely to get one on the way to work. A one-way ticket to Huangquan.

After modern times, this profession has basically disappeared, just like the corpse carver. Only in the dungeon of horror can you see these gods and gods talk about the profession.

After thinking about it, Zong Jiu decided to look around first. It would be better to find a yin woman, otherwise he would be caught in the underworld, and it would be no good to stay for a long time.

He walked forward slowly.

As soon as he took a step, Zong Jiu found himself floating.

Zong Jiu: "..."

He managed to control the tendency of his sliding forward, and suddenly felt the wind gusts around him.

After taking the first step, the vast fog disappeared. Instead, there are distant mountains, cities studded with red lanterns, towers and black chains rising from the ground, and a blood moon in the night sky.

There are also thousands of pale and distorted faces, one by one looking at the white-haired youth with unkind eyes, full of coveting expressions.

The raw soul in the underworld is like fresh meat thrown into a school of sharks, and the ghosts can feel it according to the taste.

Seeing the countless ghost hands reaching out to him, Zong Jiu's eyes were dazzling, and he was about to open the system backpack and take out all kinds of anti-spiritual props, but found that...he couldn't get it out.

[The trainees are in a special scene and cannot use physical props]

The gray-haired young man was taken aback.

He reacted quickly, turned around and started running wildly, while trying to use the props he could use.

First of all, the tarot cards are not available.

Secondly, all the supernatural items that were exchanged before can't be used.

The strange black cassette is even more straightforward, and can only take out some coins.

Zong Jiu cursed secretly, looking at the grim faces that were blocking the surroundings, when he was about to retreat, his fingers suddenly inadvertently touched the things in his pocket.

He was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized that it was a prop for the corpse slayer.

The inner ghost props obtained in the dungeon could not be put in the system backpack, so Zong Jiu kept the dementing bell and talisman in his pocket. Unexpectedly, after turning into a spirit body, these two things are also We were taken down together.

"Ring jing jing jing jing--"

The dementing bell is useless to people, people can't hear it, but when it falls into the ears of ghosts, it is a noisy and devilish sound, which passes through the ears and is unbearable.

One by one, the ghosts reduced their expressions and danced around in the air, no longer daring to approach the white-haired young man.

Zong Jiu let out a sigh of relief, and slowly walked forward while shaking the soul-dealing bell.

The only problem is that the Dementor Bell can only be used for up to ten minutes, and the cooling time is half an hour.

He estimated the distance in his mind, and planned to rush into the distant ghost town first.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a withered hand suddenly fell gently on his left shoulder.

Zong Jiu's pupils shrank suddenly and he turned his head back suddenly.

The nymph in a heavy black robe was standing behind him with a lamp.

There is a scarlet candle hanging in the zombie lamp, and the upper part is dyed with red fire, slowly burning. Zong Jiu remembered that she said in the temple that when the candle burned out, if she hadn't returned, she would never be able to return.

Her voice was sharp, even more dumb and unpleasant than the voice of Hundred Ghosts.

"Boy, why are you here?"

Zong Jiu showed a dazed expression, "I don't know. After chanting the spell, I appeared here."

"Fine, since it's here, let's keep up with the old man."

On this murky land, Yin Po was also obviously not wanting to say more, and signaled Zong Jiu to follow her directly.

A dark-walking lamp was faintly lit, pushing away the surrounding black clouds and the white arms of the forest, opening a path of light in the ghost group.

Only with light can you see how many ghosts in the underworld are.

In the great famine years, countless ghosts died of starvation, thousands of people died on the roadside, and even the ghosts of the underworld were not enough. If ordinary people die, they can only be drawn to the lower realm by wandering in the sun for months. For that matter, there are still too many lone souls and ghosts in line to register, and even if they work overtime, they can't count them.

Zong Jiu followed behind Yin Po, and the doubts in his heart grew deeper and deeper.

He felt that this incident was indeed a weird coincidence.

It is said that if the soul goes out of its body, if no one does it, how can it go down to the underworld with the yin-walker inexplicably?

It was so coincidental that he put a skeptical look on the back that looked very rickety in front of him.

Yin Po, an Npc, everyone defined her as a help npc at the beginning. After all, in a dungeon setting, it is impossible for a pack of wolves to be around, and there is no helpful character.

Now that they have been given tips, they have also informed a lot of information, and even provided the temple as a safe haven for the trainees, which is enough to prove the identity of the Yin Po. Since what she is doing can't be faked, the trainees naturally put down a lot of precautions.

Since he took the inner ghost card, he might be hostile to these helpful characters.

Zong Jiu had suspected that Yin Po was the perfect corpse he was looking for.

Originally, he wanted to take advantage of Yin Po's soul to leave the body, to try to see if she was his mission goal, otherwise he would not deliberately pick a position closest to Yin Po.

Zong Jiu pondered for a long time, but decided not to move.

He is in the underworld now, and he has to use the light of the night to make himself involuntarily involuntarily.

It is not too late to verify this conjecture after the affairs in the underworld are finished.

Thinking about this, he and Yin Po walked through the underworld occupied by Hundred Ghosts and walked towards the ghost city in the distance.

As he walked, Zong Jiu pretended to speak casually, "Mother-in-law, where are we going?"

After he asked, he didn't get a response for a long time.

Just when Zong Jiu was about to ask the second time, the gloomy voice finally spoke.

"Go find the soul of that old woman."

Zong Jiu, "Where can I find it?"

"You just follow, asking why so much?"

So Zong Jiu obediently ignored it.

He followed the Yin Po, walked through the cold of the underworld wasteland, walked through the billowing Wangchuan, and then walked to the ghost city.

Along the way, countless ghosts are looking at them.

No matter how hungry they are, there is an aura that makes them fearful on the lantern, and they dare not take a step closer.

The line in front of the ghost town can't be seen at a glance.

They openly greeted the unkind eyes of the ghosts and jumped directly to the front.

Under the black basalt wall, ghosts carrying red lanterns are registering one by one at the door.

Zong Jiu raised his eyes and looked inside, and found that the roads in the city were neat and tidy, and the lanterns hanging on both sides were red and orange.

There are rows of houses on both sides of the road, and there are even carriages driven by little ghosts driving on the road. At a glance, they are densely packed with ghosts.

Yincao Difu, as the place where people belong after death in traditional Chinese culture, is actually not as terrible as people think.

There are rules in the world and there are also rules in the underworld. Now it coincides with the time when the world is overwhelmed. People don't have enough to eat. Wherever there is a chance to have children, the chance of reincarnation is also sharply reduced.

The ghost didn't lift his head, and his boneless hands flexibly wrote on the rice paper, "Line up one by one, and everyone who jumps in the line will get the whip."

When he dipped in ink and wrote, he felt that the breath was a bit like a soul, and then he looked up.

"It turned out to be here to find someone."

Gui Cha waved his hand and asked the ghost boy on the side to take over his work first. Then he said, "Can you bring...?"

Yin Po turned sideways, revealing the white-haired young man behind her.

"Not bad."

Seeing Empress Zong Jiu, Gui Cha showed a satisfied gaze, stroked his long beard and said, "Follow me."

He led the two into the official mansion closest to the city gate in the city.

After entering the official mansion, Yin Po was greeted to the front hall, while Gui Cha alone took Zong Jiu to the apse.

Zong Jiu was not a fool. With this series of changes, he also guessed that Yin Po was thinking about crossing the river and breaking the bridge, so he quietly tightened the dementing bell in his sleeve.

I didn't expect the ghost chaser to take him to the back of the apse, glanced at him pityingly, and said bluntly, "Ask."

Zong Jiu couldn't figure out what the situation was, so according to the original plan, he asked the old woman in Tongbai Village about three years ago.

Gui Cha didn't expect that he was asking this question. He was surprised and said, "That person has already been in the immortal class, how could he be in our little underworld?"