All of a sudden, the livestream was filled with exclamations.
[F * ck, Grim Reaper didn't follow him in!]
[That's not right, I saw him go in when I replayed the video. Why did he suddenly appear at the entrance?]
[Sister above, maybe we all saw wrongly … The black fog behind Grim Reaper is too thick. The camera in the livestream is following Magician, it's normal that we missed him.]
[Does this mean that Magician's every move is within the Ghost King's predictions? Oh my god, not only is Grim Reaper strong, he's also smart? But the other trainees should be glad too. After all, he only chased after Magician. Dog-head.jpg]
In the blink of an eye, Zong Jiu suddenly figured everything out.
When he was in the mirror chamber earlier, he could still see the reflection of the black hood on the mirror surface. Later, these images were covered by the black fog that constantly poured out of the Death God's Cloak. All the mirrors were tightly covered, and he couldn't see anything at all.
But because the scythe kept knocking on the mirror, Zong Jiu didn't pay too much attention to it. He relied on the sound of the mirror shattering to identify the source.
This led to a problem, and that was …
Grim Reaper didn't need to hold the scythe. He could let the scythe fly out of his hand and knock on the glass elsewhere to create a diversion.
Then, he would stand guard at the entrance, calmly waiting for the lost sheep to walk into the trap.
Just like now.
Grim Reaper opened his arms, his teasing and low voice was filled with mischievous surprise.
"Oh? You're in such a hurry to throw yourself at me? "
The two-meter tall hood suddenly cracked open. The darkness and abyss bared their fangs at the innocent sheep.
From the perspective of the spectators and the livestream, the white-haired youth was swallowed whole.
This voice was damn familiar. Unfortunately, the other party had used some kind of privilege to prevent the survivors in the livestream from hearing it. Only Zong Jiu could hear it.
After swallowing Magician, the black fog lifted the scythe and respectfully returned it to Grim Reaper's hand.
The hood only stayed in place for a few seconds before it began to slide again. The Grim Reaper who had just captured his prey seemed to be in a good mood. Like a king patrolling his territory, he fled deeper into the darkness.
The trainees who only dared to watch from afar felt their hearts turn cold.
"It's over. Magician is probably doomed this time."
"He's already been dragged into the cloak. You all saw the black mist just now, right? If someone were to come into contact with it, wouldn't they turn into corpse water?"
"Let's hurry up and leave. An A-level trainee doesn't even stand a chance against a Ghost King. If we get targeted, wouldn't that be …"
At this point, those who understood understood what was going on understood.
Therefore, no one dared to say anything. They all slipped away and continued to look for the safe house.
The livestream was also filled with howls of grief.
[Did Magician fail?]
[That's right. His livestream is pitch black. It's either blocked, or … err, you know, it's only like this when something unexpected happens.]
[Sob sob sob sob, don't! Magician is my favorite among all the trainees! I sincerely believe that he can ascend to the S rank throne! I'm cracking!]
No one knew what happened next because light couldn't penetrate the black mist, nor could it penetrate the huge cloak that was as dark as the night.
Therefore, no one saw a strong arm lift the white-haired youth up by the waist. A cold chest pressed against the youth's back. His breath lingered behind the youth's ear. It was so cold that it made one shiver unconsciously.
Although Zong Jiu was 1.8 meters tall, he was now trapped in the huge two-meter tall cloak. He was like a chick that was picked up by an eagle. Not only was he a few centimeters above the ground, but he couldn't struggle. He could only be held tightly in the demon's arms.
However, there was no need to struggle. He still had a trump card that he hadn't revealed yet.
Zong Jiu stopped moving and allowed the other party to maintain this position. He asked coldly, "What do you want?"
The man chuckled and casually wrapped his arms around Magician's waist. He adjusted Magician into a better position and controlled the hood to fly forward.
The Grim Reaper's hood was big enough to hide a few people. The black mist surrounding it was thick enough that no one would notice that Magician had been held hostage.
A low voice sounded in the narrow and enclosed space. It was right next to Magician's ear.
Red wine was poured into a decanter. The fragrance slowly spread. Magician's back was pressed against his chest.
"It's been so long since the end of the last dungeon, but you still haven't given me an answer."
The hoarse voice surrounded Zong Jiu like a snake spitting venom. The huge hood seemed to have been processed to reduce noise. It was only a layer of cloak, but it felt like there was a thick layer of frosted glass between them and the outside world.
"I've already received the key, but you still haven't come to me. How sad."
The demon's tone was regretful. "I didn't want our popular Magician to forget about this matter. I had to take time out of my busy schedule to come here personally to show my sincerity."
What the key was, the two of them naturally knew.
Before Zong Jiu entered the First High School dungeon, No.1 stepped into the shadows and came to Magician's room. However, before he could fight, Zong Jiu was given a black S-class room card, which clearly hinted that Zong Jiu could go to the devil and tell him his decision at any time.
In the end, it was still the invitation that had not been answered.
Zong Jiu already had a plan in mind, but he could not give a direct answer now.
He avoided the question and snorted coldly. "You chased me for three hours in the theme park. Is this your so-called sincerity?"
The cold glove slowly rubbed the back of the young man's neck. It brushed the long hair hanging down the back of his head and played with it lovingly.
Perhaps it was to better act as the Grim Reaper, the demon had specially changed into a new pair of gloves.
His gloves were white before. White gloves were the sacred symbol of medieval European knights. It was obviously ironic to wear them on his hands. But now, he had changed into a pair of pure black tactical half-finger leather gloves. He carelessly stroked the aorta, feeling the breath of life.
No. 1 liked this action very much because he liked living things more than dead things.
Perhaps there should be a qualifier in front of this sentence, only limited to Magician.
For some reason, at this point, the demon did not want to know the answer.
Because the answer was not important.
But this did not stop him from teasing the other party. "So, what's your answer?"
As he spoke, the man moved closer to the young man's face suggestively. His dark golden pupils flashed with an unknown light.
The trainees outside did not know what was happening inside the cloak. They only knew that the Ghost King seemed to be in a better mood after eating the magician. Even the curvature of the cloak was higher, and it did not seem to have any intention of hunting down the next target.
All living and dead creatures avoided this scythe-wielding Grim Reaper.
It's here.
Zong Jiu's face was calm and steady. Even though he was being carried around in the air, he did not show any signs of fear.
He pondered for a long time, pretending to be thinking. Finally, he answered, "Then I agree."
The rolling black fog seemed to have stopped for a moment because of his casual answer.
Then, the man could not help but laugh from the depths of his throat. It started from his chest and finally shook the young man in his arms.
The laughter was not without malice, but more than that, it was a pleasure that was expected.
"What are you laughing at?"
Zong Jiu asked calmly. "Don't you just want an answer?"
The demon did not answer. Instead, he pressed his whole body weight on him like a boneless mollusk.
His body was unusually cold. Zong Jiu, who was naturally hot, felt very uncomfortable. He only wanted to move his body and stay away from this lunatic.
After he had laughed enough, the demon finally spoke.
"Little liar."
His tone was ambiguous, concealing the danger that was unknown to others.
"Look."
Magician was unmoved. Instead, he spread his hands. "You want an answer but you don't want to believe me. That means the answer is not that important to you."
Although it was risky to say it out loud. Zong Jiu knew the demon too well.
The thrill of being an accomplice was far less interesting than being an enemy.
A lunatic did not need an accomplice, he only needed an enemy.
Therefore, an accomplice might die, but an enemy might not.
The man narrowed his eyes. He did not answer him.
Instead, Zong Jiu took the initiative to take a step forward. "Why don't we make a bet?"
Zong Jiu felt uncomfortable being held in this manner. His legs were too far off the ground. It was extremely uncomfortable to be held in this manner.
In the distance, the main system had already announced the number of safe houses. All the sounds were muffled. Only the sound of the cloak fluttering in the air could be heard.
No ghosts dared to cause trouble in front of the Grim Reaper. At the same time, Zong Jiu could not think of another way to escape.
He could only think of a solution himself. For example, he could say a few words to save himself from this awkward situation.
As expected, the demon's interest was piqued. "Oh?"
"Before the Halloween event closes, I'll give you an answer."
Zong Jiu spoke quickly, his words calm. "I might not be satisfied, but it should be a surprise."
Zong Jiu did not know if it would be a surprise or not. However, as long as he could pull out the string on No. 2's head, it would be the biggest surprise for No. 1.
Hence, he closed his eyes and started making empty promises. Otherwise, he would be trapped in the hood and could only listen to the system announce the safe houses one by one. Although he did not have to run anymore, he would not be able to complete the mission.
Hearing this, No. 1 was a little disinterested. "That would be too boring."
Zong Jiu understood. "Then what do you want to bet on?"
"How about this."
There was a hint of playfulness in the demon's eyes. "If you can complete the special mission in the last hour …"
"Before your puppets?"
"That's right, before my puppet."
No. 1 slowly reached out a finger and gently pressed it against the white-haired youth's lips. It was rare for him to have a try.
Magician opened his mouth. His lips could not help but graze the strange-feeling black glove.
Unlike the cold body of the other person, the heat seeped through the fabric and ignited a prairie fire.
In the dark and narrow space, the desire for battle rose. They could hear each other's breathing clearly.
"Deal."