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 was suddenly annihilated in the cold.
The team of Tomimon happened to be nearby, and Dangshi came to ask about the situation.
Zong Jiu: "The space doors of our two teams are a little close. Maybe he didn't pay attention to it. He went wrong 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 grade. Since where the difficulty is, it will naturally be the same for whichever one enters."
Indeed, the difficulty will not change even if the scene is changed.
After figuring this out, everyone was no longer obsessed with entering 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 icy 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.
... ...
[The trainee is detected entering the space gate, and the space transfer begins... ...]
【Loading pre-story...】
Overwhelming sense of weightlessness.
He is falling.
Unlike the previous space transfer, this space transfer was particularly bumpy.
It's not just the 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 wind when he fell down, and all his clothes were raised.
Zong Jiu raised his head and glanced at the sky above.
It stands to reason that if encountering this kind of stomping 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 a blossoming flower, removing the endless dark color and dyeing 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 around.
No trace of the rest of the team was seen around, and even 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 didn't 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 places 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 Orange Cat, he lived here until he was adopted by the later magician teacher.
Two roads past the corner is the school where he was studying, and 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 tied to the side, and the narrow green grass and the white wall complement each other.
On the spire in the center stands a big black cross, which matches the unpleasant weather.
The strange thing is that none of the believers who came to pray in the past have been seen. It seems that when Zong Jiu stepped into this area, the sound of the street disappeared suddenly, 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 unchangingly.
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.
The pre-story of this copy is interesting.
Zong Jiu narrowed his eyes, did not speak first, and did not make any movements.
Sure enough, after chanting, "Tell God what you want, the peace that God grants will protect your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus", the old nun slowly turned her head.
Her face was as kind as in Zong Jiu's memory, full of folds, and her eyes were deeply sunken in the eye sockets, shining with a benevolent light.
Even for Zong Jiu, more than ten years have passed since the death of the old nun, but when he really stood in front of him, he felt that time did not leave much trace.
"You are here." The old nun said, showing a long-awaited kind smile.
"Well, here I am."
Zong Jiu shrugged, "Where is this? Heaven?"
"Heaven?"
After a pause, the old nun slowly said, "Of course this is not heaven."
As if she should have said these words, when the word "heaven" fell, the surrounding scene suddenly changed.
As if someone was holding a colored pen to paint a different bright color on the building and the scene, all the cold and pale lines in the church came alive.
The paint should be white gold, and wherever the nib was stained and swept, all became a holy color.
Large clusters of lilies suddenly bloomed in the empty long-necked vase placed on the altar, and steaming unleavened bread and crimson grape juice suddenly appeared on the empty sacrament plate.
Through the stained-glass windows, the grayish weather turned into the clouds, the white clouds and the blue sky, and the golden sunlight projected in from outside the window, sprinkled on the ground, and engraved traces of light.
The dust on the rows of black benches flew up and gathered into the sky, turning into shining fine dust.
The distant chants of chants sounded along with the sound of the lyre, filling this small space.
In an instant, it was not an exaggeration, but a tangible description. The spiritual level of the whole person, including the body, was cleansed, reaching a high level of inspiration that ordinary people can't reach.
It's like a kind of mysterious and mysterious high-dimensional existence, pouring higher consciousness into it, and it's refreshing.
The messy things that shouldn't exist in heaven quietly faded away.
The unreasonable things became reasonable, and the shadows reflected by all the objects disappeared.
When everything was stained with this layer of filter, the old nun smiled, "This is just an ordinary city."
"Remember what I said to you?"
"remember."
Even if he knew that this was just an illusion, Zong Jiu still said calmly: "Respond to the expectations of others, and never be controlled by desires."
"Very good, you remember."
The expression of approval on the nun's face grew stronger and stronger.
She seemed to mutter to herself: "Judgment day is seven days later, you should go."
"I will wait for you here, I hope you have returned to the earth at that time and made a choice."
"correct."
Having said this, the old nun suddenly turned around, clenched her fists like she did when she was a child, and motioned for Zong Jiu to stretch out her hand.
The white-haired young man paused and stretched out his hand.
The old man's big withered hand opened it lightly, and what fell from the palm of his hand hit the young man's hand accurately.
It was cold, light and fluttering, and even twisted the palm of the latter's palm.
[Congratulations to the trainees for obtaining the B-level props: Iluka’s Silver Coins]
[Item use: This is an epic masterpiece of the dwarf master in a certain dungeon world, and is known as one of the seven wonders. It is said to bring unparalleled good luck to the wearer in the next ten minutes]
[Props Note: This item is a consumable item, and the remaining number of uses is: 1. After the number of uses is exhausted, it will be transformed into an ordinary silver coin with only ornamental and collection value]
"Praise the seven virtues."
... ...
When Zong Jiu received the silver coin, the voice of the main system finally sounded slowly.
[The pre-story is over, the main system link is complete]
[The fourth game of thriller trainees is open, currently in the team copy: Judgment Day]
The surrounding scenes revolved rapidly again.
Almost for a moment, Zong Jiu walked from the church to a cold room.
His clothes were changed into a very ordinary blue striped white long-sleeved trousers, and a small number plate was hung on his chest.
The trainees were standing around, all of them seemingly unresponsive, their expressions a bit sluggish.
After the baptism of the unknown golden light, everyone felt extremely relaxed, full of unparalleled confidence, and the atmosphere was so high that it did not look like a horror copy.
But obviously, everyone experiences a different pre-story.
Just at this time, the main system announced the main mission of this horror copy.
[The main task of this game mode is divided into two, completing one of them will be counted as clearing]
[Main task 1: Go through a trial, and you can return to the dormitory at any time after the trial]
[Main Mission Two: Destroy the Dungeon]