Since Zhuge An had said so, the S class people gathered in the room also gave up on the idea.
The other S-class people had long been determined to be the devil's puppets. They minded their own business and would not appear here.
Without No. 9 and No. 10, there were only three S-class people left in the room, No. 2, No. 3, and No. 4. Their combat power was greatly reduced. But strangely, the puppets did not have any intention of making things difficult for them. Instead, they were very relaxed.
The exorcist felt the strange atmosphere in the room and said carefully, "What's wrong with them? Are the magician and the onmyoji not in this orphanage? "
The super S-class dungeon world they entered this time was a strange orphanage. All the trainees shrunk their bodies and became six-year-old children.
The orphanage was very large and seemed to be set during World War II. There were dozens of children living in each room, squeezing on the ground to sleep. The living conditions were extremely poor and very simple.
Fortunately, the super S-class dungeon was not crazy enough to add attributes such as hunger points.
But to be honest, being shrunk was enough to make people feel depressed.
Now in this room, three S-class people were sitting on stools, each with a serious expression.
In the eyes of others, the three little kids had a serious expression, especially the black-haired one, who looked like he had suffered a great deal.
"No."
Zhuge An's black hair was soft and stuck to his small face, which was not even the size of a palm. It made his serious expression look particularly funny. "They are not in this dungeon."
"How is that possible?!"
The exorcist opened his eyes wide. "Didn't the main system say that this is a full-body dungeon?"
Zhuge An did not speak. Instead, he closed his eyes again and secretly calmed his surging blood.
Fortunately, everyone knew that Zhuge An often only spoke half of what he wanted to say. If they insisted on asking him thoroughly, he would only faintly say, "Heaven's secrets cannot be revealed." Therefore, the exorcist could only tactfully swallow his countless question marks silently.
This orphanage was very large and was divided into several floors. All the remaining thousand trainees were in the orphanage, without exception.
Kerosene lamps hung down from the decaying beams, illuminating the damp, gloomy, and gray room, as if they were lighting up a grave.
Just then, the bell rang.
"Ring, ring, ring …"
The voice came from far away. It was cold, ominous, and filled with hatred as it reverberated in the air.
All the trainees in the room stood up, looked at each other, and left the room in silence.
According to the rules of the orphanage, as long as the Bell of Resentment rang, everyone had to gather downstairs within five minutes. Those who disobeyed would not die, but something worse than death would happen.
On the first day, they had already witnessed with their own eyes a living B-grade trainee turn into a rope man. No one would attempt to do the same at this juncture.
Fan Zhuo deliberately slowed down his footsteps. The rusty wooden planks creaked under his footsteps.
Even though he was only six years old, his back was still straight and his face was cold. His iron-blooded aura did not weaken in the slightest.
"I didn't expect that the leader of the Night people would still be so sharp after removing his bloodline."
Zhuge An's expression was not surprised at all. It was as if he had long known that his swallowing of blood would be discovered.
"How much longer?"
"I won't die."
He played it down.
The conversation between No.2 and No.3 had no beginning or end.
But the two people present clearly understood the hidden meaning in each other's words.
"In my impression, you are definitely not someone who is willing to submit to others and assist others."
Fan Zhuo looked at him deeply. His blood-red eyes were cold and sharp. "As for respecting the teachings of the teacher? My intuition tells me that that is even more of a joke. "
"Zhuge An, what exactly are you planning?"
He had never seen No.3 face to face, but the description he had heard from others was not even a tenth of what he had experienced personally.
At least for a leader like Fan Zhuo who had been in a high position for a long time, Zhuge An was definitely a dangerous factor that must be destroyed if he could not control him.
Unfortunately, from the moment Zhuge An had appeared in the Cursed Mask dungeon, the strength he had displayed had reached a height that no organization could casually deal with.
Guiguzi had possessed several S-Rank items in his possession. The Tai Chi Eight Trigrams Disk was the most important one. Since Zhuge An had inherited Guiguzi's legacy, he was naturally not weak.
"Would you believe me if I told you what I'm planning?"
Zhuge An retorted sarcastically. "What else is your intuition telling you?"
"My intuition is telling me that it would be best for you to die in this dungeon."
Fan Zhuo said coldly, "If I let you live until the final battle, something bad will most likely happen."
"Thank you for your blessing."
Hearing this, Zhuge An laughed. "I have already transferred the authority to carry items in the Super S-Rank dungeon to Magician. Perhaps you can look forward to it."
After saying this, he did not say anything else. He quickened his pace and coldly passed No.2, taking the lead to catch up with the trainees in front of him.
.....
On the other side, Zong Jiu and Tokumon were fumbling around. They planned to search through all the locations marked on the signboard one by one to see if they could find any useful clues.
In fact, this was all Tokumon's fault. If his Spiritual Sense had passed, he would have remembered the meaning of the symbol. They would not have to wander around like headless flies.
The problem was that they did not have a single clue or clue. They could only try their luck.
Of course, before they went through each of the locations, they had to do one more thing.
"Did you choose Miracle Hands?" Zong Jiu looked at the rabbit NPC in front of him and asked in a low voice.
The Miracle Hands skill was commonly known as the Steal skill. The ancients described thieves as gentlemen on the beam. Miracle Hands was the most appropriate description for stealing.
Although this skill was not categorized as a godly skill like Detect, Listen, and Sneak by trainees, there were still many unconventional trainees who chose to focus on this skill. There were even trainees in large organizations who specifically chose this skill. Sometimes, Miracle Hands might be able to get an important item from an NPC.
"I did." Tokumon nodded.
He had also allocated 50 points to Miracle Hands. It was a skill that was similar to his Spiritual Sense.
Logically speaking, there was a 50% success rate.
Just then, a warm notification came from the sub-system.
[Due to the uniqueness of the Miracle Hands skill, if the Judgment fails, some special circumstances will occur.]
"What circumstances?"
[For example … suddenly pouncing on an NPC,] the sub-system said tactfully. [If you fail, you can go through another Luck Judgment. If you pass, the NPC will not notice. If you fail, the NPC may notice that you intend to steal.]
Hearing the sub-system's words, Zong Jiu was speechless.
He stopped the Yin Yang Master's hand that was about to throw the dice. "I hope that you can always remain silent about what happens next."
Tokumon: "…?"
Just as the Yin Yang Master's head was filled with question marks, he saw the Magician open the black folding fan in his hand to cover half of his face. His eyes darted around and he quickly walked forward.
It was just a simple chuckle. Her voice was sweet and cold, making one's bones go soft.
The rabbit in front was originally hurrying on its way, but when it saw the cheongsam beauty's appearance, it couldn't even move.
It was already itching to make a move, and now, it had successfully stacked Charm. Now, Zong Jiu was like a walking aphrodisiac in front of it. It would have been better if it didn't see it. Once it saw him, it completely forgot about the circus leader's orders. Its eyes were only filled with the beauty in front of it. No matter what the other party asked for, even if it was the stars and the moon in the sky, the rabbit would find a way to get it for him.
The Yin Yang Master looked at Zong Jiu's actions numbly.
Just as he was wondering when the Magician had learned to do this, the other party easily returned with the pass.
"Let's go."
Zong Jiu weighed the strange pass in his hand and looked at the Yin Yang Master who was still in a daze. "Hey, are you coming or not?"
Tokumon hurriedly followed, his emotions complicated. "I didn't expect you to be so …" So secretive.
Although the Yin Yang Master's feelings were complicated, the two of them were now in the same boat, and he couldn't let himself down.
Zong Jiu casually made up a story. "Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen pigs run, right?"
Following the direction of the sign in his memory, he led Tokumon and the two of them turned left and right before stopping at the entrance of the farm.
With the pass, the two of them could even be said to be unobstructed and were easily let in.
The two of them stood at a high point and looked down.
Countless humans were handcuffed, naked in the pig pen. Their eyes were glazed, and saliva flowed out of their mouths.
Buckets of black and yellow feed were poured into the ditch of the pig pen by the cows on the farm. The humans who had been hungry for a long time roared and rushed up, all of them opening their mouths to fight for the food.
The scene wasn't any better, and there were even many humans eating and pooping. It was a beautiful scene.
The surrounding area was filled with filthy water and stinking flies that hovered endlessly under the dim light.
They ate, drank, and pooped, and unless they were slaughtered, these captive humans wouldn't be able to take a single step out of the pig pen. They were just like livestock in other societies.
The sign outside clearly said that this was a pig farm.
In the eyes of these animals, these humans were no different from pigs.
"Did you find anything else?"
Zong Jiu asked Tokumon, and the two of them rolled Detect.
Naturally, the Yin Yang Master failed, and the Magician succeeded.
[Your throw result is 21/30, Detect successful.]
[In this dirty and dim pig pen, you are very lucky to find the same symbol, but this symbol seems to be different from the one on the sign.]
Since it was not the same symbol, Zong Jiu boldly guessed that the clue was not here.
However, he and Tokumon did not rush to leave the pig farm. They hurried to the breeding factory.
This was because Zong Jiu noticed a problem. "Did you notice that I'm very lucky?"
Tokumon was speechless.
Yes, it was very lucky. He had never failed a throw since he entered this dungeon.
But this was not the reason why he was showing off in front of the unlucky! Roar!!!
However, Zong Jiu was not joking. He closed the folding fan in his hand, frowned, and waved his hand. "It's not what you think. Although I'm usually luckier than you, it's definitely not to this extent."
To test this point, Zong Jiu began to call for the sub-system to throw dice for him.
"Sub-system, give me a sneak."
"Give me a disguise."
"Give me a listen."
.....
The Yin Yang Master was stunned as he watched him throw the dice.
He threw a total of five times, and there was not a single failure. Not to mention that some of the skills only cost 20 or 30 skill points, and there was even a skill that cost 10 skill points to use in the library.
This time, even Tokumon could see that something was wrong.
"Did you see that? It's not an illusion."
Zong Jiu whispered, "My luck really did improve."
A person's luck did not improve out of thin air, and it did not happen for no reason at all.
If he wanted to change for the better, either someone had given him a special item in advance, or someone had helped him in the dark and lent him their luck in advance.