Then it was Zong Jiu's turn.

Since it was his turn, he would definitely not be too polite.

Originally, this game was thought out by Zong Jiu when he was in the bath. If he didn't take advantage of this good opportunity to strip the no.1 underwear, he wouldn't be called a magician!

"I want to know specific information about your abilities."

Zong Jiu directly opened his mouth as a lion.

He has been curious about this for a long time.

Although the power of the devil is mysterious, it is not traceless in the infinite loop. After all, Van Zhuo exorcist Tu Yumen and other top survivors knew about it, and Van Zhuo even specially made a precious special prop for him.

Zong Jiu paid attention to it after returning from the copy of Judgment Day last time.

The demon is already standing sharply on the pyramid while it is in an endless loop. At the beginning of the horror trainee competition, all the senior survivors only dared to call him "that adult", even the title of the devil was secretive.

Zong Jiu followed this clue and found that many people knew about the infinite loop.

The main reason is that the devil has been playing in an infinite loop for so many years, and naturally he has entered a lot of advanced instances, some of which he finds interesting, perhaps he will control a few puppets and play with them. If the copy is boring and makes him unhappy, then this master is directly destroying the non-negotiable kind.

This made Zong Jiu a little puzzled.

He knows the specific abilities of the devil, but does not know the medium of his abilities. Only know that the first puppet thread needs to make physical contact with the target, and the second puppet thread needs the target to bleed.

But if only such a medium is needed, then the power of the devil would be too bad.

Of course, the ability to destroy a dungeon with bare hands could be called heaven-defying, but Zong Jiu instinctively felt that something was wrong, so he decided to come and investigate.

"This question..." The man deliberately lengthened his tail.

Ice-cold hands swam out from the shadows, slender fingers cupped the long hair behind the magician's head, and slowly combed him.

"You can guess, and there is a reward for guessing it right."

Hey, Zong Jiu is angry when it comes to rewards.

The white-haired young man ignored the messy hands on the back of his head and neck, and said coldly, "Oh? The devil, do you remember the last time at the masked masquerade party, the main system promised to give out the special after finding out the tutor? reward?"

At the time, the main system before the ball drew a big cake for all the trainees, saying that if you can find the tutor in the ball and tell his true identity, then you can get a mysterious gift.

This incident can be said to have disrupted Zhuge's plan. After all, they suddenly revealed the identity of the mentor and the main system deliberately guided and predicted activities, and released the identity of the mentor. The effect of public opinion was two different things.

But there is no way, knowing that it is a clear plan, it is worth it.

Zong Jiu then A went up.

As a result, the dance was over, and the kiss was over, and I was almost pushed on the wall. The shadow of the mysterious gift has not yet been seen.

The devil did not expect this old account to turn up again.

He was stunned for a moment, and his tone was very innocent: "But didn't you crown you at that time? How beautiful that crown is."

Under the attention of the public and the lights focused, the demon crowned the magician.

The magician put on a silver-red crown, with a shiny ruby ​​inlaid on it, and a ghost card in his mouth, with cold brows, announcing his victory like a proud peacock.

All of a sudden, the devil was hardened.

"Go away, that's what I earned by playing games with you."

Seeing that the atmosphere seemed a little inexplicable, Zong Jiu didn't bother to spend more time talking with him, and changed the conversation, "I guess your puppet line is related to the evil thoughts you gave birth to."

In the same language.

The man raised the corners of his mouth like admiration, and his open fingers gradually wandered from the end of the hair to the root of the hair, calmly testing the magician's bottom line as if he was smoothing the cat's hair.

indeed. Zong Jiu's guess is eight/nine is not far from ten.

The puppet line can actually be called a malicious line in essence. The constraints of the first two threads are indeed good physical contact and bleeding wounds, but the insertion of the latter three puppet threads is actually focused on the puppet being/manipulated.

The demon was born from the malice of a plane, and his abilities are closely related to malice.

For example, shadows, such as the huge black mud of evil thoughts, and puppet lines.

"Yes, it comes from malice. The deeper the evil thoughts in a person's heart, the deeper it will take root. The greater the evil thoughts, the faster the threading speed and the deeper the manipulation."

The magician thoughtfully.

He thought of the Messiah, the son of the first copy of the psychiatric hospital. This is the first puppet he knows to be deeply manipulated by no.1. At that time, Messiah fooled all the survivors in the entire copy, and also harvested a wave of diehard fans.

Even after the masquerade party, many survivors still chose to stand on the side of the temple because of the amazing appeal of the Messiah. In terms of division of labor, he is the puppet pushed to the stage by the devil, and he responds in every way.

However, according to Zhuge An, the Messiah is indeed a great good man in the infinite loop, otherwise it would not be possible to accumulate such a large mass base and climb to such a high position.

According to the devil's meaning, I am afraid that the saint child is the kind of person who always leaves the bright side to others, but leaves the darkness to himself. Unexpectedly, because of this reason, he was deeply controlled by the devil and wanted to be really embarrassed.

The fingers came behind the young man's ears and slid along the beautiful neck line.

Under the dim light of the candlestick, everything was plated with ambiguous colors.

Zong Jiu ignored the devil's little movement, but instead asked: "Where is the soul of the fifth puppet thread invaded?"

"This is the second question."

The cold index finger pressed against the magician's thin lips, "If it violates the rules of the game, then this is another price."

"Or--"

Fingers run down from top to bottom along the back at the right time, and swipe across the thick bathrobe, with meanings that adults can understand.

"The magician is willing to pay this extra price?"

Zong Jiu: "..."

In total, he can only show two hands, and he is still screaming and screaming. You really deserve to be the devil.

He turned over and directly chose to lie down, rejecting the other party's continued harassment.

"That's up to you."

After playing two rounds of the game, Zong Jiu was very satisfied with the information he got. However, he also exposed a lot of his own information, although from his point of view, it seems relatively irrelevant, and it is not lost to exchange the news in the hands of the devil.

In the next round, Zong Jiu should cut into his main topic.

What he didn't expect was that after this round of your question and me answer, the demon suddenly stopped, looking unpredictable.

"Stop playing."

Zong Jiu:? ? ?

Wait, you make it clear, how can you stop playing, I haven't dug the pit to make you jump down, why did you leave the stall and quit? ! Isn't the previous effort wasted?

The white-haired young man said with a long heart: "The night is still so long, how can I stop playing."

At this moment, a thunderstorm flashed by, and a bowl of thick lightning fell from the top of the cloud, piercing the long night.

Just when the two of them were playing, you asked me to answer, the sudden heavy rain outside once again became violent.

The storm is coming.

The wind suddenly pushed open the window that had just been closed, and the creaking sound was intertwined with the sound of heavy rain and thunder, wrapped in a cold breath and plunged into the spacious and dark master bedroom.

Under the control of the puppet line, the Duke resignedly walked over to act as a servant.

Zong Jiu suddenly realized something.

He just didn't know why he was chatting about the devil, and his mood went down sharply, and he fell to the bottom all of a sudden.

It seems that it may also have something to do with the weather outside.

He thought of the little demon holding the rabbit doll, huddled alone in the heavy bedding, the one with cloth strips over his eyes in the toy room, and the unnamed number one.

The nuns in the church said that when there was a thunderstorm, the pope would not sleep all night, or was troubled by nightmares and could not live well.

"What do you want to know?"

Just when Zong Jiu was thinking about how to borrow this possibly better fudge demon, the other party spoke first.

Since it was straight to the point, Zong Jiu had no choice but to let go of his previous thoughts with regret.

Since he had already asked the way to leave this instance, and the devil had given him an answer, Zong Jiu chose to answer straightforwardly this time.

"The way to contact the main system."

Since the path of the devil is unworkable, if Zong Jiu can ask for a way to contact the main system, it would be good to take the first old path to leave this dungeon.

Obviously, no.1 knows his little abacus as well.

However, his answer disappointed Zong Jiu.

The devil spread his hands: "I came in by an abnormal route. How do you think I know how to contact the main system?"

Zong Jiu: "..." That's right.

If the devil had a way to contact the Lord's system, he would not be miserable now with only two hands exposed, and he would be misguided.

At this moment, a heavy object suddenly fell from the shadow to the magician's slightly open palm.

[Congratulations on getting it? ? ? Level props: unknown key]

[Instructions for use: It seems to be a key for users to transfer space]

"Use it to return directly to the trainee dormitory."

The cold fingers twirled on the brow bones of the white-haired young man, moving lazily, "Of course, you know what it means to use it."

It is true that Zong Jiu has now achieved his goal of fooling the devil, and it can even be said that he has received an extra surprise.

But using this key means that the magician will voluntarily give up his pride and take the initiative to become the devil's forbidden / canary in the cage.

At this moment, another deafening thunder and lightning passed by.

This time, the devil's mood was obviously worse.

The shadow suddenly pierced the candlestick, annihilating the restless candlelight floating on it.

"Even if the puppet line controls the npc, it can't do anything against the common sense of the copy. Tomorrow night the Duke will send you back. During this period, you have enough time to think about whether to use this key."

"It's late at night, go to sleep."

Zong Jiu said nothing.

After a long time, there was still a steady breathing in the darkness.

The enemy is sleeping next to him. It would be a **** to be able to sleep.

The magician, the devil, and the puppet were all awake.

They all had their eyes open, listening to the violent storm behind a wall, they were silent and dead.

I don't know how long it took. Maybe it's a long time, a long time.

When Zong Jiu actually started to feel a little sleepy, suddenly a cold hand fumbled from the bedding.

This hand is not wearing those white gloves.

It is cold, wide, rough, and full of hideous scars.

Zong Jiu still remembers.

The npc in that copy brought No.1 to the altar, trying to pour malice on him in the same way as every container was treated before, and then set fire to the container, once and for all.

They didn't think that the talent of this little boy turned out to be not afraid of flames.

But the Flame Burning No. 1 could not die, but it was a malicious natural enemy.

So the little boy full of malice all over his body was struggling in the fire, and the flame would burn maliciously, leaving terrible scars on his small body.

There are no scars on the devil, and only when he sees his hands can he remember the past that no one knows about.

The magician reflexively wanted to withdraw his hand, but his life stopped.

He felt the hand rubbing his fingertips, and finally slowly inserted/inserted between his fingers, clasping his fingers.

A set of movements is very calm, not pretending to be ambiguous, but it is reminiscent of the villain shivering in the thunderstorm.

...Forget it.

Only this one time.

The white-haired young man felt the temperature in silence, and slowly closed his eyes.

Outside the window, the thunderstorm remained. There is no end.