Thriller Trainee (101 - 259)

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In the next few days, everything went on step by step.

Zong Jiu did not participate in the teams organized by other trainees in the team, but Anthony, as his eyeliner, has always collected and passed information to him.

Surviving in this dungeon like Xanadu is still a very fascinating thing, not to mention that the Evil City is sure to fall into **** after passing the Judgment Day, so there are many trainees in the team who have experienced intense psychological suffering. , I chose to kill those NPCs who escaped from the evil city.

And the NPCs in the City of Good, as they said, accepted their death without complaint.

Faced with this scene, these trainees constantly hypnotize themselves, which is false. Set up a thick psychological armor for yourself and pull the trigger.

Of course, there are very few people like Xu Su who either will never attack their relatives, or are very determined to return to the real world, but unfortunately there are not many of them.

There are not many choices left to them, because the second main line destroys the copy, and the way on the bright side is the same as the first one.

It was only five days before Judgment Day. Soon, three days passed.

Zong Jiu didn't do anything in the past few days, but strictly abided by his promise to play with the little devil, occasionally prying out some new intelligence and information from the other party.

I don't know if it's because of the full memory of the adult body that the precocious little devil is completely different from ordinary children.

He is very busy every day. In the morning, he has to get up before dawn to prepare for morning prayers, preside over lunch at noon, listen to the townspeople’s confession and prayer in the afternoon, and go to the library behind the cathedral to read books in the evening, and only have a little freedom in the morning. time.

Boys of this age are either playing with building blocks or toys. The little devil is very relieved. Although Zong Jiu promised to play with him, in fact, the only thing necessary every day is to read bedtime stories at night, and he only needs to be with him during the day.

Most importantly, he is very quiet, not so quiet as a noisy six-year-old.

"Since the nun said that the inhabitants of the city of good have separate good and evil personalities, what about you?"

"Me?" The little devil was stunned for a long time before he reacted, "Big brother, don't worry. I have received the suppression of this copy, and it is impossible to separate my personality. I am not so much as a perpetrator, but as I am. It is the anchor of good and evil."

"Furthermore...I will always be judged."

In the afternoon, they were basking in the sun on the green grass behind the church.

The warm sunlight is shining down from the sky, shining on people, and it is warm.

The white-haired young man with his head closed closed his eyes, "Is the ability of the townsfolk to separate good and evil in your mouth to purify it?"

The little devil nodded, and little white fluorescent light floated on his immature little hand, his expression flat.

"Like not being afraid of flames, these two are my innate abilities."