This villain, please exercise some restraint.

The newly opened staircase was still dim. At that time, Si had just stepped onto the step with one foot and was about to step in with the other foot when a pair of bloody hands stretched out from the void and grabbed his ankles.

The hands were so soft that they seemed to have no bones, but the twisted fingers were like the most indestructible rope, tightly trapping his ankles.

This staircase seems to be a natural barrier, so that the bloody hand can only grasp the things below the stairs, but as for the things above the stairs, it can no longer be overcome.

"Mian" saw this clearly and swung his sword directly towards the bloody hands.

The expected break did not occur, and the sword seemed to have struck a hard stone without causing any damage.

He suddenly remembered - this is a sword... that is only useful to cold-blooded people.

Could it be that the owner of these bloody hands...is not a cold-blooded person?

"Cold-blooded... What kind of standard is it to determine so clearly whether a being is cold-blooded?"

Seeing that Shi Si was about to be dragged down the stairs by his ankles with bloody hands, "Mian" grabbed him and asked.

He was asking Shi Si. He didn't know the answer to this question, and maybe Shi Si didn't know either. If Shi Si couldn't figure out the answer, then he——

"What do you mean? This sword is only useful for cold-blooded people?"

Shi Si endured the pain of his ankle being pulled hard, forced himself to calm down, paused briefly, and asked quickly.

"Mian" nodded quickly.

What he didn't expect was that the white-haired boy gave the answer to this question without even thinking about it.

"Touch."

"It's touch. It was cold before, but I pursued speed at the beginning and gave it blood, so it is no longer cold-blooded."

"So, that sword can no longer hurt it."

Shi Si said.

As he spoke, he was pulled down again and fell downwards.

But the next moment, he snatched the sword from the boy in red, gritted his teeth, and slashed at his bound ankle.

The sword that had no lethality just now was like a magic weapon at this moment. "Mian" saw a flash of white light, accompanied by the sound of something falling. He subconsciously looked in the direction of the sword light. In a very short period of time, There was already a pool of blood there.

The stump that had lost its foot lay helplessly in a pool of blood, almost all of Shi Si's lower body stained red.

"Oh? This is a weapon that is quite lethal to me."

Wiping away the cold sweat that continued to form on his forehead, the white-haired boy looked back at Mian, and there was something meaningful in his words.

"Mian" pulled off his clothes and tried to bandage it, but his outstretched hands were pressed by Shi Si's blood-stained fingertips. The white-haired boy looked pale and shook his head.

"I can't die."

he said, speaking calmly.

"But I know that you must be hiding something from me."

"Otherwise, given how dangerous this place is, you must have died directly outside."

"I don't want to admit that my previous approach was lack of consideration, but if that is indeed the case, I will not be harsh."

Shi Si said, throwing the sword in his hand to "Mian".

"It must have been a certain existence that gave you an extra chance. If I guessed correctly, it was the little girl named Feng Niannian, right?"

"As for why she gave you the chance...of course it's because...she wanted me to die, preferably in your hands."

"But she doesn't know clearly that I am a player, and players will never die."

This conclusion was inexplicable and unexpectedly accurate. The moment Mian heard this, she felt her fingertips getting cold.

"......right--"

He subconsciously wanted to apologize, but before he could finish speaking, he was directly interrupted by Shi Si.

"Don't be sorry about that, Mian."

The white-haired boy looked at him, his dark eyes seeming to contain no emotion at all.

However, what he said was extremely sincere and true.

"I know you don't mean to hurt me, you just want to know an answer. I think, before I fully understand it, I have confirmed it to you through actions... I may bring you Answer."

"I am indeed a heartless person. At that time, when you are in trouble, when I saw that notice, my keen sense of danger allowed me to escape."

"Maybe, I should try to help you, but...I really didn't. Do you know...what was I thinking at that time?"

The boy in red was stunned for a moment, then shook his head. The curve of his lips was a little bitter.

"Stop talking...Actually, I don't want to know...what are you thinking."

He reluctantly chose to avoid this problem. He thought that Shi Si would embellish his choice, embellish his choice, and make excuses for his choice.

But - there are none of these.

Maybe Shi Si knew that no matter what he said, he would... always be kind to him.

This kind of fearlessness made "Mian" feel helpless and powerless, but surprisingly... he didn't hate it.

Because Shi Si's knowledge was very accurate, or in other words, he saw him quite thoroughly.

"I was thinking...how to leave this ridiculous and boring place quickly. After entering the so-called high tower, I found that the existences stationed on each floor were more or less incomplete."

"And through communication, they... don't seem to have much ill will towards me. As long as I give them what they want, they will keep their promises."

"And they all seem to have been fiercely... hating the same existence."

Shi Si said quickly, and under Mian's gaze, he slowly revealed the name.

"Feng Wangyu."

"They... are more like aggregation of resentment, but unfortunately, they all have some defects. From those few words, I think, maybe, the existence in this building is some people who were hurt by Feng Wangyu The composition of the person’s resentment.”

"Xin Zong... The reason why a sect is called a sect cannot be that there are only two existences, Feng Niannian and Feng Wangyu. Maybe -"

When Shi Si said this, he paused for a moment, and "Mian"'s face became solemn. Because the direction of this sentence was very clear, he naturally continued the conversation.

"The resentment against Feng Wangyu, the Xinzong with only two people, and this weird place, the strange and incomplete composition of resentment... Maybe the Xinzong in the past was not as depressed as it is now, but because of a certain For some reason, Feng Wangyu killed the rest of the Xin Sect?"

"This guess is reasonable, because... in the original owner's impression, the impression of Feng Wangyu is very vague, but there are not many good aspects in these vague impressions."

"even--"

"Mian" lowered his head slightly and tried his best to recall, "Even in the memory of the original owner, Feng Niannian never existed."

As Mian spoke, he couldn't help but look at Shi Si's leg that had been chopped off from the ankle, but he quickly froze.

Because except for the half-dried blood on his lower body, which showed that the leg had been injured, Shi Si's leg... I don't know when it recovered.

In good condition.

While he was "sleeping" and feeling surprised, the white-haired boy stood up.

He raised his hand and hugged the neck of the boy in red. The white-haired boy smiled wantonly, "Little guy, 'I' Shi Si is not a good person. When it's time to abandon you, I will throw you away like garbage. "

What he said was a bit inexplicable, and "Mian" suddenly felt that something was not quite right.

He stared at the white-haired boy who came closer again and took a closer look. The face that came closer seemed to be no different from Shi Bang. This was Shi Bang, but... why did just one sentence make him feel... Violation.

"Shi Si?"

"Mian" opened his mouth and asked, a little unsure.

"Huh? You can call me father. Haven't you wanted to call me that for a long time? Besides, at my age, being your father is more than enough and reasonable."

On the enlarged and exquisite face in front of him, the pair of black eyes blinked. They were no longer the ultimate deep black, but instead filled with an indescribable evil and ridicule.

"I have never been called father by anyone... How about if you call me father now, I will tell you a secret?"

"You only have one chance, if you lose it you will never get it again."

Loosening his arms around "Mian", the white-haired boy took two steps back and said this through the dim light in the stairway.