Thriller Trainee (101 - 259)

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Tu Yumen suddenly left the team. Before Zong Jiu had time to say anything, he saw the black cloak holding the scythe and flying over in the mist, and he chose his side without hesitation at the fork in the road.

Zong Jiu:? ? ?

Upon seeing this, the barrage in the live broadcast room leaned back one by one.

[What's the situation? It’s the first time I saw someone abandon the Ten Thousand Great Masters to make up for the Tang Dynasty monk’s earth and the imperial door, and turned his head to chase after others. It’s disrespectful and disrespectful. jpg]

[Does this ghost king have a brain problem? I have heard of the heroic deeds of the Tuyumen tycoons a long time ago. For example, the temple invited him to download a copy with him. The background of that copy seems to be Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave. As a result, the ghosts are not killed and healed. Pounce to the boss of Tuyumen.]

[Upstairs, it seems we have heard the same rumor. In fact, it's normal, just like vampires can live to the end in the dungeon of the alien, choosing a special profession or bloodline is also a science]

[Tu Yumen: I never thought that there are people in the world who are more than me. jpg]

[So...I'm the only one thinking about how the magician provokes this ghost king? 】

Not to mention the barrage, the trainees led by Zong Jiu were also confused by the two-zhang monks.

Xu Su was dumbfounded, "What's going on, why does the **** of death lock us?"

All the people in the team were a little tired after running four streets.

As a result, everyone took the time to look back. The huge sickle was floating not far behind them, and the hood was only a few feet away. The mist mixed with black particles gushed wildly, hanging around it. The pumpkin lanterns were all turned into faint ghosts, and the field of vision was suddenly filled with gloom.

"Ah, ah, stop talking, Xu Su, run faster, I'm going to catch up!"

The other newcomer was so scared that the skateboard shoes under his feet slid forward desperately.

It is also thanks to them that they secretly rented a skating rink in the trainee dormitory, clocked in regularly every day, and practiced skating skills, otherwise they would really be caught up.

On the contrary, Zong Jiu, who was on a skateboard, felt wrong.

Of course, even a magician can't see through the black mist on that layer of hood to see exactly where this ghost king is.

But I don't know why, Zong Jiu had a vague hunch in his heart.

This **** of death may be directed at him.

But the problem is that Zong Jiu really doesn't remember any grudges he had with this ghost king.

Not to mention that the ghost king hadn't appeared in the colorful amusement park before, even if it appeared, it would not be able to match the temperament of any doll in Zong Jiu's head.

The **** of death carried a death aura that looked like a ruin, and Zong Jiu couldn't distinguish such a breath, and it was just that, and his heart became more strange.

But this does not prevent Zong Jiu from making the right decision.

The white-haired youth whispered, "Leave away first."