Next, it was Zong Jiu's turn.
Since it was his turn, he would not hold back.
Zong Jiu had thought of this game while he was bathing. If he did not take advantage of this opportunity to strip No.1 of his underwear, he would not be called Magician!
"I want to know the details of your ability."
Zong Jiu demanded an exorbitant price.
He had been curious about this for a long time.
Although the Devil's ability was mysterious, it was not untraceable in the Infinite Loop. After all, Fan Zhuo the Exorcist Tokumon and other top survivors knew about it. Fan Zhuo had even specially created a precious special item for him.
After returning from the Judgement Day Instance Dungeon, Zong Jiu had taken note of it.
The Devil was already at the top of the pyramid when he was in the Infinite Loop. When the Thriller Trainee Competition first started, all the veteran survivors only dared to call him "That Lord". They did not even dare to call him the Devil.
Zong Jiu followed this lead and realized that many people in the Infinite Loop knew about it.
The Devil had played in the Infinite Loop for so many years and had entered many high-level Instance Dungeons. If he found some Instance Dungeons interesting, he would control a few puppets to stir up trouble. If the Instance Dungeon was boring and made him unhappy, he would destroy it without a second thought.
This made Zong Jiu a little confused.
He knew the Devil's ability, but he did not know what the medium was. He only knew that the first puppet string required physical contact with the target, and the second puppet string required the target to bleed.
However, if this was all that was needed, then the Devil's ability was too powerful.
Of course, the ability to destroy an Instance Dungeon with his bare hands was already powerful enough. However, Zong Jiu instinctively felt that something was wrong, so he decided to investigate.
"This question …" The man purposely dragged out his words.
A cold hand slithered out from the shadows. His slender fingers picked up a handful of Magician's hair and combed it slowly.
"You can guess. If you guess correctly, you will be rewarded."
Speaking of rewards, Zong Jiu got angry.
The white-haired young man ignored the hands on the back of his head and neck and said coldly, "Oh? Then, does Your Excellency Devil still remember the special reward promised by the main system at the masquerade ball last time? "
Back then, before the ball, the main system had drawn a big pie for all the trainees. It said that if they could find their mentor at the ball and reveal his true identity, they would be able to receive a big mysterious gift.
This incident could be said to have disrupted Zhuge An's plan. After all, their sudden exposure of their identities as instructors and the main system's deliberate guidance and advance notice of the event to reveal their identities as instructors were two different matters.
But there was nothing he could do about it. Even though he knew it was an open scheme, he still had to do it.
Zong Jiu went up to him.
In the end, after the dance and the kiss, she was almost pressed against the wall. There was no sign of the mysterious gift.
The demon did not expect this old score to be brought up.
He was stunned for a moment and said in an innocent tone, "But didn't I crown you then? Look at how beautiful that crown was. "
Under the eyes of thousands of people and the spotlight, the demon crowned Magician.
Magician put on a silver-red crown with a sparkling ruby embedded in it. He held a joker card in his mouth and his eyes were cold. He announced his victory like a proud peacock.
The demon immediately became hard.
"Go away, I earned that from playing games with you."
Seeing that the atmosphere was strange, Zong Jiu did not want to waste his breath on him and changed the topic. "I'm guessing that your puppet strings have something to do with your evil thoughts."
He hit the nail on the head.
The corners of the man's mouth curled up. He spread his fingers from the ends of Magician's hair to the roots. He tested Magician's bottom line as if he was stroking a cat's fur.
Indeed. Zong Jiu's guess was not far from the truth.
The puppet strings could actually be called malicious strings. The first two strings were restricted by physical contact and bleeding wounds, but the last three strings were actually focused on the puppet being controlled.
The demon was born from the malice of a plane. His ability was closely related to malice.
For example, the shadow, the huge black mud of evil thoughts, and the puppet strings.
"That's right, it comes from malice. The deeper the malice in a person's heart, the deeper it will take root. The greater the malice, the faster the string will be added and the deeper the control. "
Magician was deep in thought.
He thought of the Holy Child, Messiah, in the first instance of the mental hospital. This was the earliest puppet that he knew to be deeply controlled by No. 1. At that time, Messiah had fooled all the survivors in the instance and even gained a wave of die-hard fans.
Even after the masquerade ball, there were still many survivors who chose to side with the Holy Sanctum because of Messiah's shocking appeal. It could even be said that she was a puppet that the demon had pushed to the front of the stage.
But according to Zhuge An, Messiah was indeed a good person in the infinite loop. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to accumulate so much support and climb to such a high position.
According to the demon, the Holy Child was probably the kind of person who would always leave the light to others and leave the darkness to herself. But in the end, she was deeply controlled by the demon because of this reason. It was a pity.
His fingers came to the back of the youth's ear and slid along the beautiful line of her neck.
Under the dim light of the candlesticks, everything was painted with an ambiguous color.
Zong Jiu didn't care about the demon's little action. Instead, he asked, "What about the soul invasion of the fifth puppet string?"
"That's the second question."
His cold index finger pressed against Magician's thin lips. "If it violates the rules of the game, then this is another price."
"Or —"
His fingers slid down her back from top to bottom, brushing across the thick bathrobe with a meaning that even an adult could understand.
"Magician is willing to pay this extra price?"
"…" Zong Jiu was speechless.
He could only show two hands and he was still flirting. As expected of the demon.
He flipped over and chose to lie flat on his back.
"It's your turn."
After two rounds of the game, Zong Jiu was very satisfied with the information he received. But he had also exposed a lot of his own information. Although it didn't seem important from his point of view, it was definitely worth it to exchange it for information from the demon.
In the next round, Zong Jiu would cut to the chase.
But what he didn't expect was that after this round of questions and answers, the demon suddenly stopped and looked mysterious.
"I'm done."
"???" Zong Jiu was confused.
Wait, make yourself clear. How can you stop playing? I haven't even dug a hole for you to jump into. Why are you quitting now?! Wouldn't all my previous efforts have been wasted?
The white-haired youth said earnestly, "The night is still young. How can you stop playing?"
At this moment, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky. It was as thick as a bowl and pierced through the long night.
Just as the two of them were playing the game of asking and answering questions, the heavy rain outside suddenly became more violent.
The storm was here.
The strong wind pushed open the closed windows. Squeaking sounds accompanied by the sound of the storm and thunder intertwined. The cold air rushed into the spacious and dark master bedroom.
Once again, Duke walked over to play the role of a servant under the puppet line's control.
Zong Jiu suddenly understood.
He hadn't understood why his mood had suddenly plummeted to the bottom of the abyss while chatting with the demon.
Now, it seemed like it had something to do with the weather.
He remembered the little demon who hugged the rabbit plushie and curled up alone in the thick blanket, the one with a cloth over her eyes in the toy room, and the nameless No. 1.
The nun in the church said that every time there was a thunderstorm, the Pope would not be able to sleep at night, or he would be haunted by nightmares.
"What do you want to know?"
Just as Zong Jiu was thinking of a better way to trick the demon, No. 1 spoke first.
Since No. 1 was straightforward, Zong Jiu could only regretfully let go of his previous idea.
Since he had already asked for a way to leave this dungeon, and the demon had already given him an answer, Zong Jiu chose to be direct this time.
"I want to know how to contact the main system."
Since he couldn't use the demon's method, if Zong Jiu could ask for a way to contact the main system, then he could leave this dungeon using the same old method.
Obviously, No. 1 was also well aware of his little scheme.
However, his answer disappointed Zong Jiu greatly.
The demon shrugged. "I came in through an unusual way, why do you think I know how to contact the main system?"
Zong Jiu was speechless. That's right.
If the demon had a way to contact the main system, he wouldn't be in such a pitiful state with only his two hands exposed. He had miscalculated.
Just then, a heavy object fell into the Magician's slightly open palm.
[Congratulations, you've received??? Level Item: Unknown Key]
[Usage Description: It seems to be a key that allows the user to teleport.]
"Use it to return directly to the trainee dormitory."
The cold finger circled the white-haired youth's beautiful brow bone. "Of course, you know what it means to use it."
Of course, Zong Jiu had achieved his goal of tricking the demon, and even received an additional surprise.
However, using this key meant that Magician would willingly give up his pride and voluntarily become the demon's captive, a canary in a cage.
Right at this moment, another deafening bolt of lightning streaked across the sky.
This time, the demon's mood was obviously worse.
A shadow suddenly pierced the candlestick, extinguishing the flickering candle flame.
"Even if the puppet line controls the NPC, it cannot do anything that goes against the rules of the dungeon. The Duke will send you back tomorrow night. In the meantime, you have enough time to consider whether to use this key. "
"It's late, go to sleep."
Zong Jiu didn't speak.
After a long time, there was still the sound of steady breathing in the darkness.
It would be strange if he could fall asleep with his nemesis sleeping beside him.
The Magician, the demon, and the puppet were all awake.
They all had their eyes open, listening to the storm behind them. They were silent and dead.
God knew how long had passed. Perhaps it was a long, long time.
It was so long that Zong Jiu started to feel sleepy. Suddenly, a cold hand reached out from under the blanket.
The hand wasn't wearing the white gloves.
It was cold, broad, rough, and covered with hideous scars.
Zong Jiu still remembered.
The NPC in the dungeon had brought him to the altar. They wanted to use the same method as they did with the other vessels. They wanted to pour malice onto him and then set fire to the vessel once and for all.
They didn't expect the little boy's talent to be immune to fire.
However, the fire couldn't burn No. 1. It was the natural enemy of malice.
Hence, the little boy, who was filled with malice, struggled in the fire. The fire burned the malice and left horrifying scars on his small body.
There were no scars on the demon's body. Only when he saw his hands did he remember the unknown past.
The Magician reflexively wanted to withdraw his hand, but he stopped himself.
He felt the hand caressing his fingertips. Finally, it slowly inserted between his fingers and intertwined with his fingers.
The series of actions was calm, without the usual flirtatious pretense. Instead, it reminded him of the little boy who shivered in the thunder.
Forget it.
Only this once.
The white-haired youth silently felt the warmth and slowly closed his eyes.