The silk green reflected a shadow, with a somewhat unpredictable expression. There was an emotion in his eyes that no one could see through, as if it was a constant and unchanging vast time. "What is your purpose?"

A moment of evil smile flashed across Ying Meng's fair cheeks, but it was like an illusion, disappearing in a flash. Looking closely, there was only elegant and gentle rhyme. "Do you have to have a purpose?" As he said that, the blade in his hand seemed to have a layer of blood crossed, as if the sword tip drank thousands of people's blood and cut off thousands of people's bones. Under the moonlight, he felt a vague feeling of a resentful spirit wailing.

Under the dim moonlight, Xian Qing could not tell whether the other party's sleeves were stained with water marks or blood.

The subtle and weird feeling of fear always lingered in his heart. It was the most fundamental and primitive timidity of a person towards chaos, engraved in his bloodline and unable to get rid of it.

He suddenly thought of a possibility-the other party's initial purpose might be to kill people.

Xian Qing looked at Yingmeng with Yingmeng, Yingmeng smiled lightly, so harmless and so gentle.

Xian Qing's eyes were slightly darker. Yes, killing people. She has all the reasons, the question is who is her target?

"Will you trust more in this posture?" Ying Meng put away the sword in her hand, then took out a roll of bamboo slips and waved it. "Brother Qing, there is no need to be so vigilant, I just want to come to discuss it with you."

Yingmeng pursed her sweet lips, her movements were cute and cute, and very natural.

Xian Qing silently opened a little distance, and the other party always had some strange feeling, which was very dangerous.

He didn't know what kind of state this was, but it was obvious that he could not use his usual methods to calculate Yingmeng's actions.

It was so wrong, but it wasn't exactly wrong. It was a feeling. She... was not like a person at all, and that kind of disordered aura was like the bottom of the abyss... mixed... disorder, chaos itself... just like she herself evaluated, she was a monster... a monster.

"What do you want to discuss?" Xian Qing paused, staring at Yingmeng coldly, his tone as snow as night.

"You seem to know something." Ying Meng curled the corners of her lips slightly, and returned to her gentle and elegant appearance, leaving behind such an unknown sentence.

The two looked at each other and judged that they had introduced the real rules of the trial.

There are two types of identities mentioned above in the bamboo slips: murderous and identification. However, it proposes two kinds of people - trial and original work. Trial definitely refers to those of them who participated, so the original work is likely to exist. The rules specifically indicate that the original work is not a real person, and different words are used to represent identity. Does it prove that both murderous and identification have nothing to do with the original work?

The above said that once a murderer is pointed out and the evidence is presented, the murderer will be subject to bloody trial.

The designated target of the murderer dies, even if it succeeds.

The designated target characters are all about the original work.

From this we can infer that the murderer not only needs to find a way to get rid of the person he wants to get rid of, but also cannot be discovered by the accused. If the designated target person is not successfully killed, it is failure.

As long as you identify it, you will be considered successful.

The scoring standard is that the better the hiding of a murderer, the higher the hiding, and the faster the hiding of a murderer, the higher the hiding.

It seems like a simple test of assessment and inference and layout ability, but when it comes to the same elimination, there are two words "blood judgement" and "failure". People who know that this place contains darkness may have some speculation about "blood judgement".

Gui Talent Training Camp: If you want to erase it, the best way is to replace it with a new one.

The design of this trial is very interesting. It does not force people to do evil, but turns it into a choice. As long as all the killers do not kill, all the levels will not change, but as long as one of them kills, his grades will change drastically in the rankings. Under the hierarchy, this represents privileges, resources, status, glory, and welfare...

Similarly, as long as the identification is not identified, there will be no problems. But if the identification is successful, it may involve life.

If everyone knows the rules, if everyone knows the rules that everyone knows, and then chooses a purpose together, it seems that the trial is a public holiday, but...

If someone who never knew that this place contained darkness would think of what a small assessment would involve?

or……

In addition to sunshine, there are two things in this world that cannot be seen directly - ignorance and human hearts.

Remember that the designated target person is not a real person, that is, it is a thing of nothingness. If you kill him like in a game, there is no guilt. But what if... you take the initiative to erase a friend you have with you day and night?

Ghost Training Camp: What really tortures people is not the impulsive behavior, but the memories that accompany each other every night, like bones.

Don’t forget that this is a genius training camp, a place that attaches great importance to efficiency and cost. Why are the core characters all assessed by a group and a group? Why is there a period of stable and peaceful time? Why are you allowed to spend time together day and night?

Yingmeng chuckled, her voice was vague. "Can you tell me what your identity is?"

“Reciting the Recitation

." Xian Qing's eyebrows looked faint, and glanced at Ying Meng, her eyes were very light, and she couldn't tell any emotion. At this moment, he seemed to be overlapping with the future immortal king. "Why don't you talk about your identity first."

"This." Yingmeng suddenly laughed, gentle and careless. "You go and ask her. After all, she won't lie to her light."

The two of them looked at each other, and there was a long silence, a silence like death.

Both sides knew who she was referring to—another Shadow Dream.

It was clearly the same person, but the separation was so open and so clear...

"So I will only tell her."

"So..." Ying Meng laughed loudly when she heard this, and the laughter did not hide the madness and pathology in it.

After laughing for a while, Yingmeng's aura changed again, just like it was just now, without any signs. At this time, she looked gentle and as elegant as jade, she smiled and spoke with extreme elegance. "So it's really ironic to put this word here. But there are so many ironic things now. Time is really interesting."

"What do you know?" Xian Qing's eyes, which were extremely deep and unwavering in ancient wells, looked at Yingmeng with a breeze.

"I never knew, I was just guessing. I was not as meticulous as her." Ying Meng's fingertips slightly rubbed the smooth bamboo slips. The last word "chung" was vague, making people unable to tell what she was referring to, whether it was "pure" or "stupid".

"It seems that there is nothing to talk about between us." Xian Qing spoke, his tone was cold, and his hand holding the sword tightened again. "It's getting late, go back?"

"How can this work?" Yingmeng's smile became gentler, with a hint of sweetness and softness in it, and her tone became more innocent and harmless. "I made a bet with her. If you never existed, which one would we be? Are you willing to solve our doubts for us?"

Xian Qing raised the blade in his hand without saying a word. The white color lightly closed a layer of cold moonlight white, exquisite and perfect.

"This is the difference. Lord Immortal Lord is not so impulsive." Yingmeng's tone seemed to complain, with a bit of childish distress and childishness, but then she raised a gentle curve on her thin lips, and looked at the sword in Xian Qing's hand with unknown meaning. "Gentleman's Sword, Gentleman's Sword Art, interesting."

Yingmeng's wrist trembled, and a cold light flashed with her palm, and an ancient sword that was very similar to that in Xian Qing's hand appeared. If you want to tell the difference, it was probably because of the traces left by her more years on her hand and a little more sticky blood.
Chapter completed!