Zong Jiu was in a good mood.
At the very least, he felt as happy as he did when he kicked the devil down from the underworld.
The S-level elevator could go directly to any floor.
Therefore, Zong Jiu took the elevator from the seventh floor to the fifth floor and went straight back to his room.
When he walked past the executive lounge, a few B-level trainees who were drinking tea and chatting inside looked over with confusion in their eyes.
"Is there such a person in B-level? He's wearing sunglasses. Why does he look so familiar? "
Another trainee glanced at him and said nonchalantly, "Who knows? You won't recognize him if he changes his clothes. There are almost a thousand B-level trainees. Don't tell me you remember all of them? "
"Of course. Did you forget that I strengthened my memory? "
The trainee who asked the question first looked away. "Forget it. There are all kinds of weird people in the trainee dormitory. Come on, stop looking and continue playing chess."
.....
Zong Jiu opened the door to his room.
His room was also very big.
B-level trainees lived in executive suites, which was only one floor lower than the A-level presidential double-decker suite.
Because he was too lazy to dress up, Zong Jiu chose the decorations from the main system and chose the one that he liked the most. The main theme was the cold northern European style, with blue, white, and gray colors intertwined. The sofa was handmade, and a beige woolen blanket was spread on the floor. The blue and white British Shorthair that came with the room was curled around its chubby body as it fell asleep.
On the other side of the suite was a floor-to-ceiling glass window. Outside the window, a scene of white snow was simulated. Huge pine trees were wearing new clothes in the heavy snow. In the room separated by the window, there was a fireplace. Bright flames danced on the brown firewood, and the room was as warm as spring or summer.
If this was not a chain game where one could die at any time, many people would be willing to spend the rest of their lives in this dormitory.
Zong Jiu thought as he turned on the wall lamp at the entrance. He threw the clothes he took on the floor and lowered his head to change into slippers.
Just as the white-haired young man stretched and was about to sleep in his slippers, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.
It was a very uncomfortable gaze.
Like some kind of cold reptile, it slid from the bridge of his nose to his Adam's apple in a sticky and wanton manner. Finally, it lingered around his exposed wrists when he lifted his hands up, forming clusters of dark fire in the cold abyss.
Damn, it was so familiar.
Zong Jiu raised his head abruptly.
At the end of the hallway, the man was leaning against the wall. His ten fingers were dancing in the air. Through the firelight, one could see the cold threads crisscrossing around his slender fingers that were not wearing white gloves. The light also illuminated the ugly crisscrossing scars on his fingers.
Seeing Qin Yu finally notice, the demon revealed a faint smile. "See you later?"
Zong Jiu was speechless.
He wasn't stupid. He figured out the crux of the matter in a flash.
Zong Jiu was still thinking about what No. 1 meant by "see you later". It turned out that it literally meant "you can see me when you turn around".
What a guy. It turned out that the demon had already noticed him, but he didn't expose him on the spot. Instead, he beat him at his own game, like he was toying with his prey, waiting to see what he would do next.
The next move was Zong Jiu using a pair of scissors to cut off all the clothes. He was caught on the spot.
Zong Jiu silently glanced at the black suit by his feet. He kicked the darkness behind him without leaving a trace.
If he was caught red-handed, so be it. Anyway, he wouldn't feel awkward even if anyone else felt awkward.
Zong Jiu cleared his throat and made a false accusation. "Even if you're an instructor, it's illegal to trespass on private property."
They were now in the trainee's dormitory. They couldn't kill each other. Even in the Instance Dungeon, the two of them had never fought face to face. As long as he knew this, he wouldn't be afraid of boiling water.
Of course, even though he said that, Zong Jiu still began to retreat quietly. His fingers that were hidden in the dark grabbed a poker card, waiting for any changes that might happen.
"Oh? Who trespassed on private property first? "
The man's tone was slow and gentle, but there was a sense of oppression that couldn't be ignored.
He walked towards the white-haired youth step by step. Every step seemed to land on the tip of a knife.
Although the demon had a smile on his face, no one knew when this lunatic would suddenly explode and send the puppet threads down his throat.
Zong Jiu narrowed his eyes.
In the next moment, without warning, the white-haired youth's fingers moved.
The grinning Ghost Card and the King of Spades broke through the air with a rustle.
The edge of the cold white poker cards glowed. With an undisguised murderous aura, they flew towards the mysterious and unpredictable silhouette in the darkness. They were unstoppable.
The demon casually tilted his head, and a strand of his wet black hair was shaved off.
The two cards just happened to fly past his cheeks, following a straight trajectory deep into the darkness behind the entryway.
"Dong —"
With a loud crash, cracks appeared in the large glass window from the middle. In a moment, the cracks filled a concentric circle.
It was enough to see how terrifying the power of a small card was.
The cat, who was sleeping soundly, was startled by the loud noise. It arched its back on the sofa, showing a frightened expression.
Zong Jiu couldn't move. Even the wrist that he had just raised was pinned to the ground by invisible threads.
He was pushed to the end of the porch by a strong force. Behind him was a cold and heavy door. Thousands of invisible threads trapped him firmly at the edge of the narrow corridor.
Thanks to this series of actions, the switch that had just been turned on was turned off again.
The porch, which had some light, immediately fell into darkness again.
The only light in the room was the flickering fire of the fireplace. It flickered behind the demon and coated his silhouette with a layer of ferocious light. It was as if he was walking gracefully from the flames of hell. The arc at the corner of his mouth was very crazy.
The black shadow covered the white-haired youth's head, twisting and swallowing him.
They were only one step away from it.
The man only wore a loose pure black bathrobe. The laces were casually tied around his thin waist. His chest was open, revealing a large area of pale chest muscles.
Perhaps it was because he had just taken a shower, the moist water vapor rose in the warm room. It turned into white mist along the ends of his hair and disappeared into the air.
This scene should have been pleasing to the eye, but in the eyes of Zong Jiu, the destined enemy, it became very hateful.
If he wasn't trapped by the puppet threads, he would have punched him in the face.
A hand pressed against the wall beside the youth.
Cold and dangerous hormones tightly surrounded Zong Jiu. His breath was filled with invisible sharpness and the smell of blood. It was suffocating.
Then, before the young man could react, the curly brown wig on his head was picked off by the silk thread. Even the big brother's sunglasses that covered most of his face fell to the ground and rolled into the pile of wrinkled suits on the ground.
Facing Zong Jiu's cold eyes, the demon's smile deepened. There was a playful light in his eyes.
The fingers full of ferocious scars gently pinched a strand of white hair and slowly rubbed it with his fingers.
"A gentleman on the beam, taking without asking is not a good habit. Hmm? "
The back of Zong Jiu's head was pressed against the door. When he looked up, he could only see No. 1's ambiguous smile.
He raised his eyebrows and sneered, "How is it taking without asking for something that was given out?"
"Someone gave it out and let his puppet take it back. That's not a good habit."
For some reason, when the demon saw the arrogant look on the young man's face, his desire to point out the logical loophole in the young man's words that inverted black and white to bite back at him quickly cooled down. Instead, he began to enjoy the rare sight of the person in front of him being unable to fight back.
This scene was similar to the scene in the coffin.
Zong Jiu's expression was particularly unpleasant, "What's so great about using the puppet threads? If you have the ability, then let go. If you're a man, then fight me fair and square."
No. 1 smiled but didn't say anything.
He was the controller of the puppet threads, so he naturally knew.
His fingertips that were pressed to the side tightened. The pressure from the puppet threads indicated that the youth seemed to have given up struggling, but in fact, he never wanted to welcome the fate of being slaughtered like this. His pale waist that was exposed under his clothes was tense. He was accumulating strength for a counterattack when the demon would reveal a flaw at any time.
If he let go, he was afraid that it would give him a big surprise like in the coffin.
But at this moment, the demon didn't really want to see what new surprise Zong Jiu had prepared.
He wanted to seal this gift and slowly open it when it was at its most delicious.
The man casually played with the strand of white hair, "You're working with No. 3?"
"So what if I am, and so what if I'm not?" Zong Jiu snorted.
His relationship with Zhuge An was one-sided, and the other party was well aware of it.
It was impossible for Zong Jiu to let down his guard and work with others. He had always lacked the most basic trust in others, no matter who it was.
Of course, there was no need to tell No. 1 about this.
"Hmph, you're just a hypocrite who deceives the world to gain fame."
It was obvious that the demon's evaluation of Zhuge An was quite bad.
Oh, there's hope.
Zong Jiu looked calm on the surface, but he was already thinking of getting more information.
However, after saying this, No. 1 seemed to know exactly what he was thinking and changed the topic.
"Since you've chosen to work with him, why don't you think about the other possibility of the prophecy?"
"Not interested."
The two pairs of eyes stared at each other without giving in.
His dark golden eyes curled up in delight.
The man suddenly lowered his head, and his half-dried hair brushed against the back of the young man's shoulder, making him feel itchy.
A hard object was suddenly stuffed in front of Zong Jiu's chest. Through his thin clothes, he could clearly feel it falling.
"I hope you change your mind."
The demon lowered his voice and looked at the young man's ears that were trembling, and said with a smile.
"But — if you want to come next time, you're welcome to come through the front door."
.....
All of the restraining forces suddenly loosened.
Zong Jiu's tense body suddenly came back to his senses.
He didn't see how the demon left, he only saw the demon walk directly into the shadows in the corner of the hallway, and his figure suddenly disappeared.
No. 1's most famous ability was indeed the puppet, but if it was only the puppet, he wouldn't have been worshipped by all the survivors. At least the way he casually moved through the shadows made Zong Jiu wary.
Under the dim light of the fireplace, Zong Jiu realized that his back was already covered in cold sweat.
After standing in place for a while, he reached out and took out the item that the demon had just stuffed into his shirt pocket.
A pure black S-class room card.