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Zong Jiu swiped this fist, naturally hitting nothing.
He felt his hand hit thousands of cold and extremely resilient steel wires in the air, each of them cut painfully on the back of his hand, and the very end was only a few inches away from the flawless face, but just how I can't fight it, and the irritated person's teeth are itchy.
The owner of that face smiled and said, "Don't be so fierce."
The man hooked his finger slightly, and the puppet silk disappeared from the air one by one.
After all the cold touch that hindered him disappeared, Zong Jiu's hand still couldn't improve any more.
Because the neatly white gloved hand stretched out the index finger and lightly tapped it on the magician's elbow, the latter seemed to be fixed in the air.
The trainees who were watching closely at the bar on the rooftop were a little surprised, and didn't understand why the magician would suddenly attack an ordinary bartender npc. Could it be that the bartender irritated him
Zong Jiu moved his gaze slightly to the back of his hand.
Because of the excessive force just now, a shocking slender bloodstain almost ran across the back of the phalanx.
Originally, it only broke a little skin, and a little blood leaked from the capillaries, which was far from bleeding. But when no.1 was pressed like this, the blood that was deep in the wound began to rush out, like wispy snakes, gradually covering the back of the pale hand.
The pain is not painful, but it looks terrifying.
Zong Jiu suddenly remembered that last time in Las Vegas, when he took the roses handed over by the devil, a very similar scene also appeared.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light in his mind.
"Guess it?"
The devil looked at him with a smile.
The top of the white glove was still pressed there, and the exuding red blood dyed the tip red, which looked particularly abrupt.
Those with abilities are different from those with special physique and descent.
The mobilization of the ability of the capable person requires constraints or media. For example, the water manipulator no.6 in the S-level can only be activated where there is a water source, so he usually prepares another special item that can store water.
The same is true for no.1.
Zong Jiu thought, he should know what the medium of the demon ability is activated.
He even had a bolder conjecture.
If this conjecture is true, Zong Jiu will be able to add another card to face No.1.
... ...
The next day, the news that the Ye Clan issued an invitation letter for the magician spread throughout the dormitory of the trainees.
Not only that, but many people saw the magician walk out of the tea room with no.2, walk side by side, and talked very happily. The atmosphere was quite harmonious, shocking the jaws of the crowd eating melons.
The Ye Clan leader has never been a friendly person. Whoever dared to negotiate terms with him would dare to fight with the army without saying a word. Typical people didn't say much.
"Does the magician want to accept the solicitation of the Night Race?"
They talked a lot, "It's not impossible. If no.2 first embraces it personally, it will be a five-generation species, and the Ye Clan will add another general."
"Hey, the future is so good, how can you choose to become a vampire with neither man nor ghost."
"The strength of the half-vampire is so strong, and the heartbeat is normal. Don't you dare to say that you are not tempted to solicit the night clan? It's good to be able to survive, who has so many accounts."
"This magician can be considered a human being. A C-rank rookie can get such incredible scores twice, and he can win the eyes of several adults."
In addition to these mixed discussions, there has even been an outrageous rumors that Fanzhuo wanted to train magicians as heirs of the night clan, and it spread so well that even the parties concerned had to call good guys directly.
The dormitory for S-level trainees is also located on the top floor of the dormitory, on the other side of the open-air bar.
Ten doors of different styles stand silently on the horizon. In the distance, waves roll and the sky is majestic.
In the past, the S-class had its own restaurant and kitchen, and all the facilities in the dormitory were complete. Anything needed can be delivered by the waiter anytime and anywhere. There is also an uninterrupted room service, so you don’t need to download it yourself. building. Even if they have to go downstairs, their dormitory has a private elevator inside, which can go directly to the beach outside the dormitory. These gates are just a decoration here, and there are basically no people going in or out on weekdays.
When Zong Jiu walked to the door, he only felt fiery eyes falling on his back.
Many trainees felt that he was going to the room of No. 2 to conspire, but unexpectedly, the white-haired young man turned his head and knocked on the door of No. 3.
Even more unexpectedly, the door really opened.
Looking at the white-haired magician who walked into the gate in a light car, everyone else:? ?
Good guy, this C-level newcomer who has shown himself has an affinity with no.1, no.2, and no.3, how can he be so terrible!
Zong Jiu walked into Zhuge An's dormitory.
Zhuge An's dormitory is just like him, very cold. The interior decoration style is a modern minimalist style, with only three colors of black, white and gray. The owner of the dormitory was more direct, pushing away the surrounding decorations, spreading a gossip pattern in the center of the living room, and sitting cross-legged in the middle to meditate.
Zong Jiu: "..."
Zong Jiu: "Are you cultivating immortals?"
The black-haired man opened his eyelids and glanced at him nonchalantly, "Sit down."
Whatever the guest is, Zong Jiu also learned to pick a place to sit down.
As for why he suddenly came to Zhuge An, the main reason was to clarify the prophecy.
In the dungeon of the deserted village, Zong Jiu carried the audience and flew Zhuge Dark. The latter was considered a leisurely paddling. The most damning thing was that the score was not low.
Zong Jiu had already made up his mind, he could just listen to what he predicted, it was really impossible, at best it was a secret that seemed to cover Zhuge An's body like a mist.
I don't know why, but I tell Zong Jiu instinctively that there is something he wants to know about Zhuge An.
"I'll collect what I deserve."
Zhuge didn't speak secretly.
He even closed his eyes again, maintaining the previous posture of meditating and concentrating.
Seeing him like this, Zong Jiu didn't urge, but looked around boredly.
The first dormitory fell silent again.
After a long time, the man spoke slowly.
When he opened his mouth, he threw a string of deep-water fish/mines.
"You are not from this world."
The white-haired young man raised his eyebrows, "You said this when you were in that copy of the mental hospital."
At that time, Zong Jiu was inexplicably lifted his waistcoat. Fortunately, Zhuge An only felt that he was not a person in this world, but he did not expect that he was a book wearer who could predict the future. So Zong Jiu also chose to change the topic. As far as the left and right were concerned, he also let this topic finally fall out.
Zhuge said dimly, "Yes, I still had doubts in my heart at that time, but now I am sure."
"Oh? Come and listen."
He kept tugging at this question, and Zong Jiu also found it strange.
If it weren't for not having enough experience or signs, how could it be possible to see the clues at a glance? There must be something strange in it.
How can I think of the black-haired man being silent again.
After a long time, just when Zong Jiu wanted to go up and push to see if the big brother was asleep, he suddenly opened his eyes again.
"Give me a drop of your blood." Zhuge said secretly.
Blood
Zong Jiu frowned inwardly.
Blood, it’s okay to put it in other places, but it’s okay to put it in the infinite stream of horror.
The importance of blood in Eastern legends is self-evident. In Southeast Asian witchcraft, blood is one of the keys to the curse of sorcery. Southern and Northern Europe also firmly believe that blood is the source of power.
Previously, Zong Jiu suspected that the medium through which the demon implanted the puppet silk might be "contact" or "causing bloody wounds." Now Zhuge secretly mentioned this again, and he had to make Zong Jiu a little cautious.
Seeing his eyes full of suspicion, Zhuge said coldly: "You can be immune to the control of the devil, and naturally you can also be immune to the blood curse."
"If you don't give me your blood, I can't be sure that you are the person in the prophecy."
Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows, not talking nonsense. Instead, he took out a poker card from his pocket neatly and lightly made one on his ring finger.
This is what puzzled Zong Jiu the most.
Zhuge secretly knew a lot of things, and there was even a lot of information that Zong Jiu himself had just learned.
According to the other party, all this is inseparable from the prophecy.
Unexpectedly, Zhuge did nothing.
He just collected the drop of blood, then said, "Who made this prediction?"
Zong Jiu expressed his willingness to hear the details.
Zhuge secretly spit out three words, "My teacher, Guiguzi."
These three characters can be described as famous and legendary.
Guiguzi, one of the patriarchs of Taoism, a famous thinker and planner during the Warring States Period. It is said that the gods know the destiny through ghosts, and the world can be a chess without leaving the ghost valley.
However, the Guiguzi in Zhuge's secret mouth was not the one in history.
The Guiguzi he was talking about was a survivor who had been active ten years ago in an infinite loop.
In the infinite loop, people die anytime and anywhere. Survivors are basically renewed and replaced every year. There are countless new faces. Those who survive are the ones who survive.
The people of ten years ago are no less than the old antiquities in the real world a few centuries ago in the infinite loop.
Here, everyone just wants to live, no one writes history books, and no one will remember the glory of the dead. No matter how much you call the wind and rain when you are alive, you will not be remembered after death.
Some survivors even joked that every three years is an infinite cycle of rebirth. After all, very few people can live here for three years.
The Guiguzi in Zhuge's secret mouth is the only legend who exists in the trainees' word of mouth.
How legendary is he? It is said that it is really the same as this name, knowing astronomy and geography, knowing everything about ghosts and gods, and even... prying into the future.
The black-haired man slowly spoke, "Back then, the teacher was only a little bit able to save everyone from this game."
As for the natural result, there is no need to say more, otherwise they won't be pressing here anymore.
"Although it failed. But when the teacher was dying, he opened the altar and consumed the power of heaven and earth, and finally counted."
"Ten years from now, there will be a stranger with a very different appearance entering an infinite loop, inheriting his will, and fulfilling his last wish. And I—"
Zhuge said secretly, "It's the one who is ordered to wait here and assist you."