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Ch71 - Just be a Gentleman on the Beam
Zong Jiu refused to give up.
He asked Xu Su and Xu Sen, “Do you really have no fruit leftover from before? Are you a durian eater who even eats the peel?”
Xu Su grimaced, “Jiu-ge, it’s not that I’m littering, but durian skin can’t be put in the system backpack, right?”
Hearing this, Zong Jiu quietly sighed.
If he couldn’t work from the people he gave fruits to in the Famine Village instance, then he could only think of the worst possible answer.
When he was in Las Vegas that day, the Devil stepped close with a murderous aura and bowed his head, saying I’m very interested in you, and handed over a rose with a smile. In order to avoid bloodshed on the scene, Zong Jiu took it with suppressed humiliation, but he was very spiteful and deliberately gave it to the dealer in purple under everyone’s eyes.
After so long, Las Vegas had long been permanently closed. Where was he to go to find the rose!
Zong Jiu suddenly remembered that Black-Robed Azan had asked him to exchange five apples at once, and hope rekindled in his heart.
It was a pity that the next second, he remembered the current situation of Black-Robed Azan.
The puppet strings on Lin Guoxing’s head were now tied on Black-Robed Azan’s head.
It was true that all roads lead to Rome, and everyone became the Devil.
What was the difference between looking for Black-Robed Azan and looking for the Devil himself, his heart was tired.
On the other hand, when the King was drawn, he accidentally chose his own Messiah.
Almost as soon as the result came out, people from the Holy Temple stepped forward and presented their props respectfully.
The people from the Holy Temple were all followers of Messiah. Although the Holy Son advocated equality for all, there was no doubt that the head of the temple was Messiah himself.
This order was not difficult for Messiah because he had helped too many people, and even sometimes encountered newcomers who did not have special props in their hands in the instance. He often helped others, not only bringing people to pass instances but also giving props, he could be said to be the number one good guy. There were too many people who accepted his support, and some older players who had developed on their own still kept the original props. Messiah only needed to walk around to get the items that the system ordered to retrieve. With the effort of breathing, the order item was submitted on the spot.
[Messiah, an S-rank trainee, has completed the order and received a reward: number of blind box selection X1]
[Because the last round of the game had a time limit of three days, the game at this table will end early. The rest of the trainees’ participation rewards have been distributed to everyone’s system backpacks, please pay attention to check]
[The game has ended]
Following the system prompt, the people at the game table got up and left.
With a sweep of the Black Shaman’s heavy black robe, the man turned around and disappeared.
The Exorcist was going to take Tsuchimikado for a drink, but when he turned around and saw that Zong Jiu was still sitting there, he couldn’t help but be a little puzzled.
“What’s the matter? Can’t remember who you gave things to?”
When he asked this question, everyone’s eyes were focused.
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Messiah, who just submitted the task, also turned his head lazily, showing a concerned look, “Do you need help?”
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Since finding out that the Messiah was a puppet of the Devil, how could he not see how hypocritical the blond Holy Son was.
But Zong Jiu didn’t plan to reveal that he knew this for now. Who knew if he could use it in the future to plot against No. 1?
The white-haired young man smiled hypocritically, “It’s okay, I already have a clue.”
Messiah still looked worried, “Alright then, if you need anything, you can always ask me for help.”
[There shouldn’t be any problems right, how come the Magician’s expression looks so forced]
[The system just rejected his application, indicating that he must have given something out]
[Indeed, usually gifted things won’t be too bad. As long as you mention it’s a requirement of the King’s Game, if you don’t get it, you will die, the other side wouldn’t just let you die. Moreover, the Holy Son is also willing to help him. Compared with the previous two orders, this is too simple]
[Unfortunately, there is no live broadcast after leaving the King’s Game area. I am curious about who the Magician gave something to that made him be distressed]
[Curios +1]


Everyone at the game table left and Zong Jiu wandered to the side of the bar.
He found an NPC who looked like the lobby manager of the open-air bar.
“Sir, what are your orders?”
Zong Jiu, “The last special event in Las Vegas was permanently closed. Where are those dealer NPCs? Are they working in the open-air bar or trainee dormitories?”
The NPC looked put on the spot, “Sir, NPCs are all virtual staff members of the system. After an event is closed, it will also be moved. The dealer from the last special event has already returned to the system’s consciousness. Our batch has training and experience in professional bar service. When this event is closed, we will also return to the system. There is no possibility of being retained.”
How difficult, Zong Jiu irritably rubbed his hair.
Behind him, Xu Su and Xu Sen followed like little tails. Other than them, almost all the newcomers who were in the Zong Jiu camp in the last Famine Village instance also eagerly followed.
After the game ended, Xu Sen immediately spent 500 points to recover from his injury and his face became rosy. Except for a large bloodstain on his chest, no other sign could be seen. No one would think that he was the fierce man who directly broke out one of his own ribs.
“What are you doing?”
Zong Jiu was still wondering if he had gave anything out when he turned around and saw them following behind.
Xu Su shouted, “One, two, three—”
They shouted in unison, “Hello, boss!”
“Last time we didn’t have time to thank Jiu-ge in the instance. Today we made a special appointment to thank Jiu-ge.” Xu Sen quickly explained.
Zong Jiu glanced at them a few times, then suddenly went up and touched the top of everyone’s head.
Everyone stood there obediently and didn’t ask any questions, so Zong Jiu didn’t know how to explain it, so he could only wave his hand, “Okay, okay, if you have energy, you might as well play a few more rounds of the King’s Game to improve yourselves.”
“Yes! We will definitely work hard and never let down Jiu-ge’s cultivation!”
Xu Su gave a respectful salute, and rushed to the game area with the others as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
Zong Jiu, “
?”
Looking at the backs of these people, he didn’t know what these newcomers were thinking. They got sold by ghosts yet were still helping the ghosts count money, even wanting to recognize the other as boss. This kind of strange thought process was actually done without any puppetry, it was very bewildering.
He looked for a while and could only blame himself for being too charismatic.
After being interrupted by Xu Su and the others, Zong Jiu remembered what he had sent out.
So, he once again
 knocked on Zhuge An’s door.
The last time they had a conversation, it didn’t end up being a happy parting, and it wasn’t even a happy conversation.
But Zhuge An’s words were there, saying that he would not be an enemy, and that he would assist him. In Zong Jiu’s heart, he was like a dog-headed military he wasn’t responsible for. It would be a waste not to use him.
Sure enough, after knocking on the door, the door opened automatically.
Zong Jiu once again defied everyone’s expectant looks and swaggered into No. 3’s room.
After returning from the instance, Zhuge An disappeared. Not only was it impossible to find him in the public urban area on the first floor, but he didn’t even go to the King’s Game area to join in the fun. He sat in his room every day and meditated, no idea what he was doing.
After seeing Zong Jiu come in, the black-haired man asked, “What’s the matter?”
Zong Jiu, “Can you give me the drop of blood I gave you before?”
Zhuge An suddenly opened his eyes.
Those eyes that were as deep and cold as an abyss looked straight at him. Under the reflection of the dim light in the room, the rims seemed to glow a light color.
He stared at the white-haired youth, and after a while, he said coldly, “No. ”
Zhuge An refused, and Zong Jiu couldn’t do anything about it.
According to the other party, that drop of blood was a deal between the two of them. He was mostly using it to verify whether Zong Jiu was the person in the prophecy. And even if he wasn’t, the deal had already been made, and there was indeed no reason to take it back.
In fact, the above was all nonsense, the truth was that he couldn’t beat Zhuge An.
Perhaps seeing that the master he had just declared loyalty to was not looking well, Zhuge An rarely graciously asked, “What happened?”
“Don’t mention it.” Zong Jiu said sullenly, “The King’s Game’s order was to get back something that was once given away.”
“The Devil’s rose?” Zhuge hit the nail on the head.
Seeing the white-haired young man nodding, he showed a trace of thought, “No. 1’s flower is a special prop.”
Special prop?
Zong Jiu was a little surprised, “What’s the use of a flower?”
“Perhaps forever covered in dew and not wither?”
This joke was a bit flat, especially when it came out of Zhuge An’s mouth.
Zong Jiu was speechless for a moment, then figured out the key, “Since it’s a special prop
 wait.”
The scene at the gaming table in the center of Las Vegas flashed through his mind.
From lighting a cigarette to the meaningful expression of No. 1.
Zong Jiu found the issue.
If he used the Magician’s sleight of hand to change cards, what about the Devil?
From beginning to end, the Devil crossed his hands and sat in the head seat with a lack of interest.
Zong Jiu didn’t see any sign of him checking the cards.
At that time, he was too busy to think about it, but in retrospect, he found that everything pointed to only one possibility.
The Devil controlled the purple-clothed dealer.
Just imagine, the dealer themself helped to cheat, so No. 1 didn’t need to do it himself, right?
It turned out that he took the rose from the original owner and gave it to the original owner’s puppet.
The original owner’s puppet must have returned the flower to the original owner, and now Zong Jiu had to get it back from the original owner.
After going in a circle, to put it bluntly, Zong Jiu had to go to the Devil. It could be assumed that the other party was just waiting for him to come to the door right now.
Man, this was a really good game.
Zhuge said slowly, “But, there is another way.”
A strange key appeared in his hand, “B-level prop, Myriad Key.”
“You can choose a time, go to No. 1’s room, and just be a gentleman on the beam.”