129. Happy Halloween
The incident happened in an instant, and the live broadcast room was filled with exclamations.
[Fuck, the Grim Reaper didn't follow him in at all! ]
[That's not right, I just turned the video and saw that he went in, how come he suddenly appeared at the entrance again? ]
[Sisters upstairs, maybe we all saw it wrong... The black fog behind the Grim Reaper is too big, and the camera in the live broadcast room followed the magician, so it's normal to ignore it]
[Doesn't this mean that the magician's every move is actually within the Ghost King's expectations? Oh my god, this Grim Reaper is strong, but his brain is so good? But the other trainees should be very lucky, after all, he only chased the magician, dog head.jpg]
In a flash, Zong Jiu suddenly figured out everything.
When he was in the mirror room just now, he could still see the black hood reflected in the mirror surface at first, and then these images were covered by the black fog that kept pouring out of the Grim Reaper's cloak, covering all the mirror surfaces tightly, and not a single bit could be seen.
But because the sickle kept hitting the mirror, Zong Jiu didn't pay too much attention to it, but relied on the sound of the mirror breaking to locate the position.
This also led to a problem, that is...
The Grim Reaper doesn't necessarily need to hold the sickle, it can let the sickle fly out of his hand and hit the glass somewhere else, making a feint to the east and attacking in the west.
Then he stood at the entrance, waiting leisurely for the lost lamb to fall into the trap.
Just like now.
The Grim Reaper opened his arms, and his playful and low voice was full of surprise like a bad taste.
"Oh? So eager to throw yourself into my arms?"
The two-meter-high hood suddenly cracked a gap, and darkness and the abyss opened their fangs to the pure lamb.
From the perspective of the onlookers and the live broadcast room, it just swallowed the white-haired young man whole.
This voice is damn familiar, but it's a pity that I don't know what permissions the other party has opened. The survivors in the live broadcast room can't hear it at all, only Zong Jiu can hear it.
After swallowing the magician, the sickle was lifted up by the black mist again and returned to the hands of the god of death respectfully.
The hood just stayed still for a few seconds, and then began to slide again. The god of death who had just captured the prey seemed to be in a very good mood, just like a king inspecting his territory, escaping into the deeper darkness.
The trainees who dared to watch from afar were heartbroken.
"It's over, the magician is probably in danger this time."
"It's all dragged into the cloak. You all saw the black mist just now. If anyone gets a little bit of it, wouldn't it turn into corpse water?"
"Let's go quickly. An A-level trainee can't fight against the ghost king. If we are targeted, wouldn't it be..."
At this point, those who understand will understand.
So everyone didn't dare to speak, and they all ran away and continued to look for a safe house.
There was also a wailing in the live broadcast room.
[Did the magician flip over? ]
[Yeah, his live broadcast room was completely dark, either it was blocked or... um, you know, it would only be like this if something unexpected happened]
[Wuwuwuwu, please don't! I like the magician the most among all the trainees! I'm sincere and optimistic that he can ascend to the S-level throne! I'm torn!]
What happened next was destined to be unknown to anyone, because light could not penetrate the black fog, nor could it penetrate the huge cloak that was as dark as the night.
So no one saw that a strong arm hugged the white-haired young man around the waist, and the cold chest was pressed against his back, and the breath was wrapped around the roots behind his ears, making people shiver unconsciously.
Although Zong Jiu was only about 1.8 meters tall, he was now trapped in a huge cloak of two meters high, like a chicken caught by an eagle. Not only was he dozens of centimeters off the ground, he couldn't struggle, and could only be tightly held in the arms of the devil.
But there was no need to struggle, because he still had a trump card in his hand that he hadn't revealed.
Zong Jiu stopped his movements, letting the other party maintain this posture, and asked coldly: "What can I do for you?"
The man chuckled, casually put his arm around the magician's waist, adjusted the other party to a better position to fit into his chest, and manipulated the hood to fly forward.
The hood of the god of death is large, large enough to hide several people inside, and the black fog surrounding it is thick enough, so thick that no one will find the abnormal signs that the magician has been held hostage.
A low voice sounded in the narrow and enclosed space, just close to the ear.
The red wine was poured into the decanter, and the fragrant and rich breath slowly diffused, and the back was close to the chest.
"It's been so long since the last copy ended, but you still haven't given me an answer."
The hoarse voice surrounded Zong Jiu like a snake spitting venom, and the huge hood seemed to have been noise-reducing. It was only separated by a cloak, but it seemed to be separated from the outside world by a thick layer of frosted glass.
"The key was delivered long ago, but I am really sad that he has not come to me yet."
The demon said with regret, "In case our recently popular magician forgets this, I have to take time out of my busy schedule to come in person to show my sincerity."
The two people present knew what the key meant.
Before the First Middle School dungeon, No.1 came to the magician's room on a special trip under the shadow, but he didn't fight, and was instead given a black S-level room card, which clearly hinted that Zong Jiu could go to the demon at any time to inform him of his decision.
In the final analysis, it was still the invitation that had not been responded to for a long time.
Zong Jiu had already made up his mind, but he would never give a direct answer now.
So he snorted coldly, avoiding the main point, "Chasing me in the amusement park for three hours, is this what you call sincerity?"
The cold gloves slowly rubbed the back of the young man's neck, stroked the long hair hanging down from the back of his head, and played with it lovingly.
I don't know if it was because the demon specially changed a pair of new gloves in order to better play the role of the god of death.
Before, his gloves were white. White gloves were a sacred symbol of medieval European knights. It was obviously ironic to wear them on his hands. Now, he changed into a pair of pure black tactical half-finger leather gloves, casually passing over the aorta, feeling the fresh breath of life.
No.1 likes this action very much, because he likes living things more than dead things.
Perhaps a qualifier should be added before this sentence, only limited to magicians.
I don’t know why, at this point, the devil doesn’t want to know the answer.
Because the answer is not important.
But this does not prevent him from continuing to tease the other party with evil taste, "So what is your answer?"
As he said, the man moved suggestively to the side of the young man's face, and his dark golden pupils flashed with an ambiguous light.
The trainees outside didn't know what happened in the cloak. They only knew that the ghost king seemed to be in a much better mood after eating the magician. Even the arc around the cloak was higher, and there was no intention to select the next target to chase.
All living and dead creatures avoided the death god holding a scythe.
Here it comes.
Zong Jiu looked calm and composed, showing no fear even when he was carried and flying in the air.
He pondered for a long time, pretending to be thinking, and finally answered, "Then I agree."
The surging black fog seemed to stop for a moment because of his understated answer.
Then the man couldn't stop laughing from the depths of his throat, starting from his chest, and finally shaking the young man in his arms.
This laughter was not without malice, but more of it was expected joy.
"What are you laughing at."
Zong Jiu asked calmly, "Don't you just want an answer?"
The demon didn't answer, but pressed his whole body weight towards him, like a boneless mollusk.
But his body was surprisingly cold, which made Zong Jiu, who was born with a hot body temperature, very uncomfortable. He just wanted to move his body and stay away from this madman.
After laughing enough, the devil finally spoke.
"Little liar."
His tone was ambiguous, covering up the unknown danger underneath.
"Look."
The magician was unmoved, but spread his hands, "You want an answer, but you don't want to believe me, then this answer is obviously not that important to you."
Although it was risky to point this out directly. But Zong Jiu really knew the devil too well.
The excitement of being an accomplice is far less interesting than being a nemesis.
And the madman doesn't need an accomplice, he just needs an opponent.
So the accomplice will die, but the nemesis may not.
The man narrowed his eyes and did not answer him.
Instead, Zong Jiu took the initiative to go a step further, "Why not, let's make a bet."
It was a bit uncomfortable to be tied up like this, at least Zong Jiu felt that his legs had been off the ground for too long, and it was very uncomfortable to be hanging.
In the distance, the main system has announced that it doesn't know which safe house it is. All the sounds were hazy, except for the friction sound of the cloak fluttering in the air.
No ghost dared to come to the death god, and it also eliminated the possibility of Zong Jiu finding another way to escape.
He could only think of a way by himself, such as talking a few words to save himself from this extremely embarrassing situation.
As expected, the devil was interested, "Oh?"
"I will give you an answer before the Halloween event is closed."
Zong Jiu spoke quickly, and his words were not without gentleness, "It may not be satisfactory, but it should be a surprise."
Zong Jiu didn't know whether it was a surprise or not, but as long as he could pull the wire off No. 2's head, it would be the biggest surprise for No. 1.
So he closed his eyes and started to write a blank check, otherwise he would be locked in the hood and could only listen to the main system outside reporting the safe house one after another. Although he didn't have to run, he couldn't complete the task.
Hearing this, No. 1 was a little uninterested, "That would be too boring."
Zong Jiu understood, "Then what's the bet?"
"How about this."
The demon's eyes were calm and a little playful, "If you can complete the special clearance task in the last hour..."
"Before your puppet?"
"Yes, before my puppet."
No.1 slowly stretched out his fingers and gently pressed the lips of the white-haired young man from behind, and he was eager to try.
The magician spoke, and his lips could not help but rub the black gloves with strange touch.
They separated at the touch, and the heat of the other cold body seemed to penetrate the fabric and ignite the fire.
In the dark and narrow space, the fighting spirit rose, and the breathing between each other was clearly audible.
"Deal."
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