"Ah! Who did it?" Everyone doubted me, I doubted your argument for a long time, and there was no clue at all. Sikong Sheng finally shouted irritably, "The audience must know now, but we are confused here, which is too tormenting!"

"If you want to know, just send a text message to your Xiaomei?" Jiang Caini glared at him contemptuously.

"Jiang Caini, you...!" Sikong Sheng was angry and his face twitched several times. He seemed to want to swallow her alive, but at last he waved his hand fiercely, "I don't even want to talk to you! Do you know? I'm not as good as you!"

After entering the trial space, their jade slips can no longer contact the outside world. Even the trialers cannot communicate with each other. However, some basic functions inside the jade slips, such as photo editing, recording, etc., can still be used normally. In other words, they have completely entered the "stand-alone state".

While everyone was arguing, Yan Fenglin bent down alone and carefully inspected the hideous mummies. Seeing this, many people also stopped the quarrels consciously, hoping that this omnipotent coach could come up with an answer for everyone.

After a while, Yan Fenglin stood up again. In the expectant eyes of everyone, he shook his head gently, and the heavyness was still lingering between his eyebrows.

"This should be a...very rare evil magic, and I can't tell the source of it at present. In short, everyone must be more careful these days. As for the virtual soldiers on patrol, we should add a few more shifts."

"Then let it go?" Ye Shuo was the first to protest when he heard the meaning of his words.

A hidden murderer may be nearby, or even between them! Yan Shilin's choice was to calm down. Is this going to let him continue to hide and continue to commit crimes?

Yan Junlin faced everyone and showed a gentle smile: "The other party is very cautious. This time, he left almost no clues. If he makes any attempt, we can be targeted when he takes action again. However, it is best if he can stop here. The most important thing is that everyone should not be suspicious of each other about this matter, so as not to shake the morale of the army."

What is this? Ye Shuo couldn't help but want to curse. He is worthy of being the elite of Tianxiao Pavilion. His style is indeed the same as the official's usual attitude. If something happens, he will only focus on "maintaining stability". Unless the situation really develops to the point where it is out of control, they will only care about it...

So, will all the victims in this transition period be sacrificed in vain? This time it is just a virtual soldier, and maybe the next time... it will be their turn to test the practitioners!

"Is this the only skill for the great genius Yan Shilin?" Feng Qiwu suddenly sneered. He held the hourglass in one hand, stood out from the crowd, and walked to the corpse that Yan Shilin had examined, leaned over and touched his forehead, as if he was silently sensing something.

Ye Shuo suddenly felt that in this matter, he unexpectedly agreed with Feng Qiwu more... No matter at any time, hypocrites are more terrifying than real villains. And at least, Ye Shuo felt that his current attitude was what a city lord should have.

Feng Qiwu's autopsy time was very short, so short that it made people feel that he just squatted down and picked up something-and then he stood up again. His cold eyes quickly circled around the crowd.

"Let me tell you. He attacked the virtual soldiers to practice some kind of evil martial arts. As for why it is a virtual soldier, because with his current skills, he can only deal with virtual soldiers."

"That person, I know you are among us, and I will say a few words to you now. No matter what evil skills you want to practice, it has nothing to do with me, but if you dare to make trouble in my jurisdiction, that is a provocation to me."

"If I have the intention to investigate, it is really simple to find you. I advise you to do it."

These words are indeed quite imposing. But Ye Shuo couldn't tell whether he really found the clue, or was he the murderer himself, just setting up a suspicion array-?

"Just do it," Sikong Sheng suddenly lit up his eyes and suggested, "You can compete with Yan Shilin. Whoever finds the murderer first, we will regard him as the head coach in the future. How about it?"

"There is no need." Feng Qiwu glanced at him, and the voice was still cold and there was no temperature at all.

"Yan Shilin doesn't want to be a splitter of the team, so even if he finds something, he will definitely pretend not to know anything. How can this little thing that I am competing for victory with is compared with the great justice of Tianxiao Pavilion? Well, right?" At the end of the sentence, he asked Yan Shilin directly, and a mocking sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"I'll find this person." Before the other party could answer, Feng Qiwu quickly took it. "It just so happened that my latest poison technique is missing an experimental product."

In the crowd, a pair of eyes flashed slightly, and the endless night color reflected in their pupils.

***

The bizarre cases in Jicheng were unaware of the people in Group A. Since Yan Yueque failed to siege the city, the latest information came from the defenders of Gengcheng. The joy brought to everyone quickly dispersed the clouds of failure. Not long after, the trialists of each city gathered together in Gengcheng.

According to the trialists who stayed in Geng City, they discovered a secret room. This place is really a place of cultivation. Not only is the source energy abundant, but there is also a vague meaning of the law. If you practice here for a few days, you will definitely achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Of course, whoever enters such a hidden treasure land will have sufficient resources and greater benefits. So a small-scale dispute broke out over the first place.

"Let me go in and practice first!" Shi Jiutian was eager to try, "I am a great hero to conquer Geng City! Now is the time to enjoy the spoils!"

"You are still a hero?" Yan Yueque snorted coldly, "You were almost the enemy at that time!"

When attacking Geng City, Shi Jiutian was controlled by the Golden Holy Sword. Although he did kill many people from Group B, he even killed a lot of people from Group A. That day, the siege generals had to join forces to subdue him first. To say that he was a hero, he could barely be ranked first, but it would be unreasonable to seize the spoils.

"I'll go in first." Then, Yan Yueque recommended himself arrogantly again, "I am the commander-in-chief of Group A. If you have any good resources, it's my turn."

However, everyone had their own objections. He snatched the position of commander-in-chief from Feng Boliang at the beginning, so that would be fine. But a person who had just lost his troops and was defeated in Jicheng would naturally decline in his prestige in the army. Many people were dissatisfied with the cultivation treasure land to him.

"Indeed, the commander-in-chief plays an important role in the team." Amid the opposition, Rong Xiao suddenly took the initiative to intervene.

Suddenly, everyone looked at him in shock. Because Yan Yueque and Feng Boliang were incompatible, Rong Xiao always liked Feng Boliang. Everyone knew that these two people were incompatible. Why was he who stood up to speak for Yan Yueque at this critical moment?

Not to mention others, even Yan Yueque himself was puzzled. But after the initial surprise, he became even more proud. In addition to the joy of being praised, he was also more of a pleasure that made his former opponent bow down and surrender. At the same time, he was thinking in his heart that it seemed that this kid was quite tactful and knew that there was no good result to fight me.

Under a series of shocked or suspicious eyes, Rong Xiao smiled calmly and said lightly: "If the commander-in-chief entered and practiced for ten days and half a month, who would lead the team?"

As soon as this sentence was spoken, everyone gradually felt a little over the smell, and they couldn't help but sigh that he had "deep enough routine". Yan Yueque was furious, but Feng Boliang immediately responded: "No wonder Brother Yueque insisted on being the commander-in-chief at the beginning, just to allow me to go in and practice without distractions. We misunderstood him. I think I must thank him."

"I have to thank you very much." Rong Xiao also nodded sincerely.

The two of them cooperated with each other and had a tacit understanding. There was no trace of performance at all, but Yan Yueque's nose was crooked.

Afterwards, several people rushed to recommend themselves, but each of them received a lot of votes against each other. After a long time of trouble, they still couldn't decide on the candidate.

Those who came out to compete were all famous trialists. As for the "little transparency" behind them, they knew they had no hope, so they simply stopped mixing in it.

"Then, how about drawing lots?" As everyone was in a hurry to fight, a crisp female voice suddenly rang out.

Yi Qingli walked forward with a smile and nodded politely, "The draw of lots is the fairest, it has nothing to do with status, and everyone has equal opportunities."

When it comes to lottery, the original small transparent group also became excited. Others thought for a moment and responded one after another.

When it comes to competitiveness, no one can compete for those top young men. It is better to draw lots, just compete for luck, and be willing to accept the loss.

In this way, a lottery draw for "the minority obeys the majority" began with the noise.

Yi Qingli, who was waiting in line in the crowd, was calm and calm, and even had a confident smile on his lips.

To be honest, she proposed to draw lots, but she did not want to help everyone. This kind of dispute over interests had nothing to do with her even if it was a big fuss. However, this cultivation treasure land was really touching and made her want to go in and try it out.

Draw lots... Sometimes it's not just luck. In Yi Qingli's eyes, an invisible white light quietly passed by, and all the signatures were immediately clear in front of her.

With her own eye skills, she can definitely become the winner...

The team moved quickly, and it was Yi Qingli's turn in a blink of an eye. She confirmed the position of the winning lottery again, and then slowly stretched out her hand.

At one moment, she suddenly felt dizzy in her mind. It was fleeting, and Yi Qingli didn't care. Maybe it was because of the use of too much pupil technique during this period and it took away mental energy... But it didn't matter. As long as she drew the correct signature, she could enter the secret room smoothly and "return the blood" well.

...

"Ah, damn it, I drew 'Thank you'!"

"Mine is also 'thank you'! Who won the grand prize?"

As everyone checked the signatures one after another, the complaints of disappointment rang out everywhere in the crowd from time to time.

Yi Qingli didn't want her to be exposed too early. She waited until the second half before slowly unfolding her signature.

However, the two abrupt words above made her pupils shrink suddenly!

"Thanks".

How could this happen? How could he get a scrap book? Yi Qingli was simply incredible. He checked the signature in his hand countless times, and even suspected that it had been transferred by someone else.

No...more importantly, if you draw "thank you", then where is the real lottery ticket now?

"At my place."

A sound I had never heard before suddenly sounded, and walking slowly was a petite girl. She had a round bun on both sides of her head, and two loose long braids draped from below the bun, brushing them all the way to her shoulders.

Her hair is a blue color as clear as the sky, and even in a barber shop, it seems that she cannot dye such a pure blue.

She was also wearing a short blue jacket and tight jeans. What was even more strange was her eyes. Her eyes were big and should have been very cute, but in her big eyes, there was a gray haze, and there was no sign of the living person's spirit.

Such eyes are somewhat similar to Xu Miyi in the Puppet City. But if Xu Miyi's eyes are like the ocean, which can bury all emotions under the waves, her eyes are like a black hole, which can completely absorb all light, even all things in the world, and then annihilate them.

It can only be said that this girl exudes a "different" atmosphere from head to toe, but such a special person should have left a clear impression on everyone when entering the space. But at this moment, everyone looked at each other and none of them could remember her name.

"I got the lottery ticket." Seeing that everyone did not respond, the girl repeated it lightly. At the same time, she raised the signature in her hand, and there was indeed a big "prize" word in the middle of the paper.

"You..." Yan Yueque also frowned and looked at her a few more times, "What's your name?"

"Qinglan." The one reported from the girl is not like a name, but more like a code name.

"I got a quota. Can I enter the room?" Then, she repeated for the third time. Her voice was straight, without any emotional ups and downs.

Qinglan... Yi Qingli always thinks she is very strange. This name without a surname and unheard of... In the early assessment, she had almost no sense of existence, nor had she registered micro-time and space. Even since she participated in the trial, she has no impression of her... Sometimes, no abnormality is the biggest abnormality!
Chapter completed!