Zong Jiu was very unhappy.
He liked the feeling of having everything under his control, but The Dark Wizard just had to appear out of nowhere. The scariest thing was that Zong Jiu didn't even realize it. Furthermore, looking at the situation with The Dark Wizard, Zhuge An had said that he had "complete control" over him.
Therefore, in the past two months, it was as if he and the Devil were living under the same roof, eating and sleeping together. When school started, the Devil even handed him a blanket and a pillowcase when he made his bed. There was one time when Zong Jiu forgot to take a towel with him when he was taking a shower. When he shouted outside, it was The Dark Wizard who handed him the towel.
Not to mention, they were sleeping on the same bed.
If this wasn't horrifying enough, then what could be considered horrifying?
When he thought of this, Zong Jiu's mood fluctuated.
Therefore, he planned to give No.1 a surprise by tearing off the puppet strings.
However …
A white-gloved hand slowly appeared from the shadows of the narrow staircase. Under the dim and cold light, the color of the glove was extremely obvious.
The cold hand lifted the young man's white hair, and a low voice with a hint of laughter seemed to be close to his ears. In the narrow atmosphere, the voice appeared like a ghost, drifting and drifting.
Zong Jiu's pupils shrank, but he realized that he couldn't retreat.
It wasn't that No.1 used the puppet strings to stop him, but that they were standing in a bad spot.
The staircase was originally a triangular shadow under the stairs from the first floor to the second floor of the dormitory. It was very narrow, and the further in they walked, the smaller the space behind the stairs became.
When Zong Jiu and The Dark Wizard first fought, the two of them fought with pure physical strength. One of them kicked the other, and the other punched the other. They fought fiercely in this narrow space. Poker cards flew to different corners and sank into the tiles of the wall. They broke several tiles and hung shakily on the white wall.
When Zong Jiu finally managed to pin the Dark Wizard against the wall, the Devil stepped out of the shadows and attacked him from both sides.
In front of Zong Jiu was the Dark Wizard's cold and pale face. Half of his green eyes were covered by his hood, revealing his deep eye sockets. Behind him was the demon's cold body temperature, and the necktie was rubbing against the back of his neck.
Seeing this, Zong Jiu made a prompt decision. His hand, which was resting on The Dark Wizard's head, began to move. He wanted to use this opportunity to pull out the puppet strings.
What he didn't expect was that after struggling for a while, his hand was firmly holding onto the five invisible puppet strings, but no matter how hard he tried, he still … couldn't pull them out?!
"Oh … So that's how you came into contact with the threads."
The devil looked at him calmly. After a while, he lazily put his hand over Magician's shoulder and placed it on Magician's hand.
The fabric of the glove overlapped with the young man's slender hand. Magician's nerve endings trembled instinctively in the face of danger.
The black-haired man mischievously followed Zong Jiu's lead, and the two of them pulled at the puppet wires on the dark sorcerer's head. He pretended to be surprised and said, "Hey, what's going on? Why can't I pull it out?"
Zong Jiu was speechless.
'Damn it, keep pretending. But you're so good at pretending that it's real.'
At this point, what did Zong Jiu not understand?
Previously, when he was in the Barren Village Instance Dungeon, he had surprised No.1 with a surprise attack by breaking strings. Perhaps No.1 had improved his puppet string formula after returning to the dormitory and strengthened the already sturdy piano string again, waiting for the prey to take the bait.
"No."
As though he could guess Magician's thoughts, the devil revealed a cheeky smile.
"Deep Control can't be removed by any means."
He whispered into the white-haired young man's ear. His voice was sticky and flirtatious. His fingers were still clasping the white-haired young man's hand. He seemed to be unintentionally teasing the cold threads that were as warm as his body temperature.
"I'll only tell this secret to you."
Zong Jiu felt that it was extremely uncomfortable to be trapped in the middle with No.1 being so close to him.
However, since there was no murderous aura or intention to kill, even the dark sorcerer just looked at him quietly without making a move.
Who didn't know how to put on a show?
The young man's voice was cold. "Then I guess I've passed your surprise game?"
"Hmm …"
The man dragged his voice. "It's not impossible. After all …"
He narrowed his eyes. "It is indeed a very big and unexpected surprise."
Zong Jiu frowned.
He realized that the "surprise" the devil said and the "surprise" he realized were not the same thing.
"Speak properly. Don't get so close to me."
Just as Zong Jiu was about to push No. 1 away with his elbow, an unusual sound suddenly came from the end of the corridor.
"What? Are there students fighting in violation of the rules? "
The eerie female voice sounded from the faraway hall. It echoed along the corridor and slowly drifted over.
Then, there was the sound of something being untied from the wall.
The sound of hurried footsteps could be heard in the spacious room, coming closer and closer, step by step. There was also the sound of something sliding on the cold tiles. It was so eerie that it made one's scalp tingle.
The dormitory manager was here!
Zong Jiu's pupils constricted.
Every time the dormitory manager checked the dormitory, she would drag a barbed iron rod. Whenever a trainee broke the dormitory's rules, the rod would land on them. Their skin would split open and their flesh would be torn apart.
Previously, a few top and bottom students had gotten into a conflict. It escalated from a quarrel to a brawl on the second floor of the dormitory. After the dormitory manager caught them red-handed, the spiked rod landed on each of their backs. They were badly mutilated and had to lie in bed for a few days before they could get out of bed.
Magician glanced at the bottom of the stairs in silence.
Not only were there a few poker cards lying on the ground not far away, but there were also deep scratches on the tiles and in the cement. There were also many cracks in the tiles from the middle. It was obvious that this was the wreckage after the battle.
If he was caught, not only would he be charged with destroying public facilities, he would also be beaten up.
With that thought in mind, Zong Jiu wanted to climb up the stairs to the second floor and escape.
"Where are you going?"
Unexpectedly, just as he stretched out his hand to hang himself on the railing, the devil standing behind him suddenly reached out and clasped his waist, directly stopping his pull-ups and pulling him back into the narrow range of the sandwich biscuit.
Zong Jiu: "…"
Zong Jiu: "The dormitory manager is coming. Aren't you going to run?"
Not only was he coming, he could already hear the sound of footsteps approaching. He was only a few meters away from the staircase.
Was the devil going to explain how he, as Professor Nan, managed to sneak into the dormitory?
The man let out two muffled chuckles as his chest vibrated.
He wrapped one arm around the white-haired youth's neck and casually rested his head on Magician's shoulder. He took a whiff of Magician's unchanging cold aura and twirled his white hair with one hand.
Zong Jiu's body stiffened when he felt the breath approaching him. However, he had no choice but to endure the situation at hand.
He was pressed against The Dark Wizard's black robe. The pale arm reached out from the thick robe and held Magician's hand tightly.
"Knock, knock, knock."
The footsteps were close.
No. 1 lowered his voice and whispered into the youth's ear.
"You gave me such a big surprise. How can I bear to let you be punished?"
A pale, featureless face slowly appeared around the corner.
A chilly wind blew as the dormitory manager in overalls slowly appeared with a mace in her hand. The dried black blood on the mace reflected the sunlight into a scarlet hue.
"Who is it?"
She slowly walked towards the direction of the voice and saw the poker cards on the ground from afar.
She didn't know if her eyes were playing tricks on her, but after she walked over quickly, the white-rimmed poker cards that were lying on the ground suddenly disappeared one by one.
But even though the poker cards had disappeared, the cracks on the floor were still there.
The dormitory manager paused for a moment before she flew into a rage. "Who did this?!"
She walked around the area with the mace in her hand. She turned on the flashlight in her hand and shone it into the shadows under the stairs.
Zong Jiu felt the light shining from behind.
Unexpectedly, the light didn't stop there. Instead, it shone through the three people at the bottom of the stairs and illuminated the wall in front of them.
Magician forced himself to turn his head, only to see a hazy black fog forming behind No.1, blocking off the entire area.
The dormitory manager turned on the flashlight but didn't see anyone. Her expression grew more suspicious. After looking around, she walked to the public bathroom.
After she left, Zong Jiu secretly let out a sigh of relief, and his tense body relaxed a little.
However, this didn't mean that the devil would let him go.
Her cold fingertips slid down the contours of Magician's beautiful neck. The tip of her nose was almost at the back of the white-haired youth's left ear.
The puppet picked up the poker cards and stuffed them back into Magician's pants pocket.
"Don't move. She might turn back to take a look."
As expected, after finding nothing out of the ordinary in the bathroom and toilet, the dormitory manager turned back and carefully searched the area behind the stairs.
There weren't many people in the dormitory. If the devil chose to wait for him, Zong Jiu would be caught the moment he stepped out of the devil's protection.
If that wasn't the case, he wouldn't have pinched his nose and forced himself to stay here with the devil.
In the dark corner, the man had one arm around Magician's waist. He bent over and rested his chin on Magician's shoulder. From the side, they looked like an intimate couple.
The devil's lips curled. He was in a good mood. "A few days ago, I received some interesting news from No. 2. Unfortunately, he was too cautious and couldn't achieve deep control. It was difficult to implant a puppet string. In order not to arouse suspicion, I removed the puppet line. "
Zong Jiu's eyes darkened. He remembered what Zhuge An had said.
The first puppet string represented the ability to read memories.
"But … this has given me an unexpected surprise."
No. 1 caressed the white-haired youth's slender neck.
Behind the glove, the youth's aorta was beating steadily, glowing with a mesmerizing aura of life.
"I'm guessing that you're not from this world?"