Over the next few days, everything went according to plan.
Zong Jiu did not participate in the teams formed by the other trainees in the team, but Anthony, as his spy, had been collecting and passing information to him in the team all the time.
Surviving in this otherworldly dungeon was still a very attractive thing to do. Not to mention, after passing the Trial Day, the City of Evil would definitely fall into hell. Therefore, many of the trainees in the team, after experiencing intense psychological torment, chose to kill the NPCs who escaped from the City of Evil.
As for the NPCs of the City of Virtue, they accepted their own deaths without any complaints, just as they had said.
Faced with this scene, the trainees kept telling themselves that it was fake. They built a thick psychological armor for themselves and pulled the trigger.
Of course, there were a few people like Xu Su, who would either not do anything to their loved ones, or were very determined to return to the real world. Unfortunately, there were not many of them.
There were not many choices left for them, because the second Main Storyline was to destroy the Instance Dungeon, which was no different from the first Main Storyline.
There were only five days until the Judgement Day, and soon, three days had passed.
Zong Jiu did not do anything for the past few days, but he strictly kept his promise to play with the little devil, and occasionally got some new information from him.
He did not know if it was because he had all the memories of an adult, but the precocious little devil was completely different from ordinary children.
He was very busy every day, getting up before dawn to prepare for morning prayers, hosting lunch at noon, listening to the pleading prayers of the townspeople in the afternoon, and reading books in the library behind the cathedral at night. He only had a little free time in the morning.
Little boys of this age would either be playing with blocks or toys. But the little devil was very easy to deal with. Although Zong Jiu promised to play with him, in fact, the only thing he needed to do every day was to read bedtime stories at night, and accompany him during the day.
Most importantly, he was very quiet, so quiet that he did not seem like a noisy six-year-old child.
"Since the nun said that the good and evil personalities of the residents of the City of Evil are separated, what about you?"
"Me?" The little devil was stunned for a long time before she reacted. "Big brother, don't worry. I'm suppressed by this dungeon, so it's impossible for me to separate my personality. Rather than saying that I'm the executor, it's better to say that I'm the anchor of good and evil. "
"Besides … I'll be judged eventually."
In the afternoon they basked in the sun on the green grass behind the church.
Warm sunlight sprinkled down from the sky, shining on people's bodies, making them feel warm and cozy.
The white-haired young man closed his eyes. "Is the purification ability that separates good and evil mentioned by the townspeople your ability?"
The little demon nodded, and a white fluorescent light appeared on his tender little hand. His expression was calm.
"This is my innate ability."
Zong Jiu keenly noticed the words "innate" in his words.
As if she had noticed his confusion, the little devil hugged her knees and whispered, "It's just my ability. To be precise, it's my ability before I was six years old. Not after six years old. "
This sentence could explain why the Great Devil did not have the purification ability, but why it could become a puppet line and Shadow Travel was still an unsolved mystery.
Noticing that the little devil was not in a good mood, Zong Jiu, with the mentality of caring for children, did not ask further.
He was more and more curious about what the little devil experienced in the Super S-level dungeon after he was six years old.
In the afternoon, it was the routine time to confess to the townspeople.
Even if the two personalities were separated, the townspeople still often committed sins. So every day the little pope was as busy as a spinning top. Most of the time, he had to stay in the confession room to listen to the confessions of the believers and forgive their sins.
Confessing to any of the Red Bishops in the church would not result in such a result. After all, it was too tiring to maintain the state of activating the ability for a long time. When the little devil walked out of the confession room again, his face was as pale as paper.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. I'll be fine after a good sleep."
The little boy put down the bishop's scepter in his hand and showed a comforting smile. "Speaking of which, thank you, big brother, for the doll. With it, I can sleep better every day."
Zong Jiu did not say anything.
Of course, the little devil almost hugged the rabbit doll every day like he held the bishop's scepter.
It was enough to show that he liked it.
There were only two days until Judgement Day, and everyone was very busy.
There were fewer and fewer NPCs in the town.
Many trainees had eliminated five to six black lines of sin, and were only one step away from success.
Among them, more and more trainees were accidentally possessed by the residents of the City of Evil. Unfortunately, they were told that they could no longer complete the first main mission.
The bullet screen was filled with worry.
[It seems that the main system of this dungeon is determined to cause internal strife within the team.]
[Trainees who can't complete the first main mission will have to find another way, but the second main mission will affect the practical benefits of the trainees who completed the first main mission.]
[Sigh … I hope there won't be any internal strife. I just went to the live broadcast room, and many teams of low-level trainees have been wiped out. The live broadcast room is dark. There are also many teams in the live broadcast room that have started internal strife. It's very sad.]
[Indeed, they are all friends who fought side by side. It's funny, actually, everyone might have misunderstood before. After all, at the end of the Thriller Trainee Competition, everyone will be enemies, fighting for the last hundred spots. The main system might be preparing for a rainy day, and it might even destroy the alliance.]
As expected, the expected disagreements appeared.
Anthony, Xu Su, and Zhong Yiyuan planned to complete the second main mission, and the other trainees tried to stop them.
The former contacted the NPCs and family they were familiar with, and had already taken advantage of the past few days to plant bombs and other arrangements around the town. However, the first team of trainees secretly followed behind them, and dismantled all the ambushes they had set up.
It was another night of conversation.
Zong Jiu rubbed his temples tiredly and sent off Anthony, who came to find him.
The white-haired youth walked to the window, and stared at the night outside.
It was almost midnight, and Judgement Day was getting closer. There was only one day left.
According to the oracle from the angel, on the last day of the apocalypse, when the first ray of sunlight fell in the morning, Judgement Day would begin.
Zong Jiu had asked about the method to let the adult devil return.
However, the little devil's answer was to wait until Judgement Day, and the big devil would return on his own.
He was new to the little devil's words, but Zong Jiu did not understand the connection between the two.
They were also people who were "born holy" according to the NPC townspeople. As everyone knew, those who were born holy could survive Judgement Day without being punished.
However, why did the little devil say that he would still be judged?
After Judgement Day, it would be the execution. Although the little devil was the six-year-old personality of the devil, they were still the same person. Therefore, Heaven would not accept him, and Jesus Christ would still make him pay for the sins that the devil would commit in the future?
Magician stood by the window for a long time, and only then did he realize that it seemed to be raining outside.
The wind howled as it slammed against the small town without end.
The dark clouds were like the surging Dead Sea, and bit by bit, they took over the already dark night sky.
Flashes of lightning rolled behind the dark clouds, and the rumbling sound echoed throughout the sky. Even though Zong Jiu was standing there, he could feel the cold drizzle that was carried by the wind, and it slowly slid down his cheeks.
With his eyesight, he could see a group of trainees hunting down the NPCs of the City of Evil behind the curtain of rain from afar.
The light bullet pierced through the night sky, whistling and shattering the chest of the black figure, and the scream was not clear because of the rain.
Zong Jiu then remembered that after entering this dungeon, he had not taken the initiative to meet the elderly sister.
The elderly sister's old church was at the edge of the town, and she was pious enough that she did not need to pray in the cathedral like the other townspeople.
To be honest, even if this dungeon was exactly the same as the real world that he used to live in, Zong Jiu would not stop for it. Moreover, the elderly sister had passed away a long time ago, and instead of keeping such a beautiful illusion, he might as well bury her in his memory forever. Immersing himself in the illusion was impossible for him.
"Zap —"
A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, tearing the night sky apart, and landed on the fields not far away.
Zong Jiu retracted his gaze.
He raised the candlestick beside him, and just as he was about to check out the little devil's room next door, someone knocked on the door not far away.
"Dok, dok, dok."
The person who knocked on the door seemed to be hesitant, and after knocking three times, he stopped and did not make any more noise.
The magician walked to the door and pulled it open.
Outside the door, the little boy who was hugging the pillow seemed to be shocked, and he instinctively took a step back.
Compared to his neatly combed hair during the day, the little devil's head was now messy like a chicken's nest, and the ahoge on top of his head stood up. He was wearing a linen pajamas, and the velvet pillow in front of his chest was almost as big as him.
Of course, other than the pillow, he was also hugging the rabbit plushie that had not left his hand for the past few days, as if he was absorbing the strength from it to face the dark night.
Looking at the white-haired magician's beautiful eyes, the little devil gulped and showed a pitiful expression.
"Big Brother … It's thundering outside, I'm a bit scared."
The difference between a six year old little demon and an adult demon was not small, at least Zong Jiu could see through the child's plan at a glance.
The young man paused. In the end, he turned his body and opened a gap. "Come in."
The little devil held back for a long time, and only then was he able to maintain a frightened expression, and he did not let his joy show on his face.
But he was a child, and it was normal for him to be happy. He even skipped subconsciously as he walked, and it was obvious that he was in a good mood.
Zong Jiu shook his head inwardly.
By the time he put down the candlestick and turned around, the little devil was already lying on his bed obediently. She folded the quilt neatly and looked at him expectantly.
Zong Jiu: "…"
What was this little devil looking forward to?
The white-haired young man smiled faintly. "It's late, go to sleep. If you dare to disturb me in the middle of the night, I'll kick you down, do you hear me? "
The little devil nodded hurriedly and closed his eyes, expressing his determination with his actions.
It was strange. He was afraid of the thunderstorm, but he slept so sweetly beside this person.
After closing his eyes, the little devil thought to himself in a daze.
Soon, the little boy's breathing became even, and he fell into a sweet dream. Even his brows were not furrowed like they usually were when he was asleep.
Zong Jiu looked at him for a while, and after making sure that the little devil was really asleep, he lifted the blanket and lay down.
Maybe it was the cold wind that blew into the blanket, but the little devil hugged the rabbit and turned over in a daze.
The extinguished candlelight flickered for a moment.
Before the room fell into darkness, Magician caught a glimpse of something, and his gaze sharpened.
He was silent for two seconds in the dark, and then he lit the candlestick again and lifted the blanket.
The little boy's back was facing him. Perhaps it was because of his sleeping posture, but his back was rubbing against a large patch of baby fat.
On his back, there were crisscrossing scars and sinful black lines. Under the dim candlelight, it was a ghastly sight.