When I traveled through time and became a player, I just wanted to commit suicide

In this fine rain and mist, it may be dawn.

However, heavy dark clouds have always favored the castle, and therefore darkness has always favored this place.

Under the city wall, Li Shanren held an immortal torch in his left hand and stood there silently with Direnna.

A ring of burning fire was drawn around them, constantly pushing back the rats that tried to pounce.

There is nothing under the gray-black city bricks.

Just now, they came to this place after chasing the pile of rats who were suspected of carrying Kate's housekeeper's body.

Immediately afterwards, the pile of rats suddenly dispersed.

However, there was no body hidden inside as speculated.

In fact, there is nothing.

It's just a bunch of rats stacked on top of each other and moving quickly.

"I was fooled..."

Li Shanren sighed.

Dilenner said nothing, holding the sword tightly, veins popped up on the back of his hand, and there was a faint fire in his eyes.

......

A cold laugh floated outside the protective shield.

The old housekeeper, who had just risen from the pile of rats, looked at the extraordinary beings in the armory, as if he were looking at fresh fish lying on the chopping board, with their scales scraped off, waiting to be cooked.

"Everyone, you seem to be surprised to see me."

The old butler's hoarse voice reached the ears of everyone present.

"Don't worry, I don't plan to do anything to you. In fact, I can't do anything with you hiding inside."

"The reason why I am still alive is just to convey some things to you. These things are related to your hope of survival."

Having said this, the smile on the old butler's lips became even more sinister.

Everyone stared at the old housekeeper, not daring to miss a word.

"I said before, you are all the sacrifices that were found. This is a great sacrifice, and the Arman family will be reborn in the sacrifice."

"However, Lord Viscount is kind."

"He gave all of you here equally..." the old butler slowly raised his finger, "a chance to live."

"The extraordinary power required for this sacrifice is not much. As long as enough extraordinary people die on this land, the extraordinary power required for the sacrifice can be provided."

That chilling voice echoed in the hearts of everyone in the armory.

"Haha, according to the number of people you have." The old housekeeper smiled sinisterly and held out three fingers, "Only three people are enough."

three people?

Hearing this number, for some reason, most of the people present seemed to be slightly relieved, and only the weakest Transcendents looked flustered.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to add the time." The old housekeeper smiled apologetically, "It's three per day."

Three a day...

At this moment, everyone's expressions changed, and their eyes suddenly became somewhat secretly wary when they looked at the people around them.

"As long as you continue to sacrifice for six days, on the seventh day, the sacrificial ceremony will be over, and there is no need to sacrifice again."

Through the halo of the protective shield, the old housekeeper observed everyone's expressions with interest.

"By then, at most three people will survive."

After the old housekeeper finished speaking, he straightened up and slowly took two steps back.

"Wait, how do we know if what you said is true?" Captain Poison Fang stood up from the team, "Do you want to cause us internal strife with just these few words of yours?"

"Oh, believe it or not, it's your business. I'm just responsible for conveying these things to you on behalf of the Viscount."

The old housekeeper looked indifferent.

"In my opinion, all of you sacrifices should die with gratitude. It would be a blasphemy for any one of you to survive."

"Furthermore, even if I don't tell you about this, do you think you can escape from here unharmed? Being willing to leave three people alive is already the greatest kindness of Lord Viscount."

The old housekeeper lowered his head and slowly arranged his tattered clothes, as if he was preparing for something.

"Of course you can choose not to believe me, but in the end, death will come to each of you indiscriminately. By then, don't blame me for not conveying this message to you."

These words were very subtle. They were clearly intended to cause internal strife, but they gave people this feeling——

Believe him, there is still a chance to survive.

Do not believe? Then you will die together!

Judging from everyone's current situation, the old housekeeper's words are indeed correct.

The total number of people present did not have the strength to escape from the rat tide.

Perhaps only the gold-level magician Lithen and the red flame swordsman Direnna, who are at the top of their combat power, can escape.

"By the way, there's one more thing."

The old butler buttoned the last button on his dress firmly and looked up at everyone.

"If you want to survive, there is a prerequisite... Lithen and Direnna must die here, because gold-level extraordinary power is the main power required for sacrifice."

"You should be grateful for the existence of Lisern, a gold-level magician. He is really an unexpected harvest. It is precisely because of him that you can have three survivors. Of course, the premise is that he must become a sacrifice. one."

"Okay, that's all I have to tell you."

The old housekeeper patted away the mud on his clothes, raised his hands high and opened them, raised his head, and let the raindrops fall into his eyes, with a look of relaxation in his eyes.

At this moment, he seemed like a baby about to return to his mother's arms, his old face full of longing.

"I really envy you..." the old butler said hoarsely, "The last three of you who survive will have the opportunity to follow the Viscount and climb to the top together, but I will not be able to see such a sacred scene. ”

"My journey ends here."

The old housekeeper tried his best, as if trying to expel all the air from his chest, and let out a final shout.

"May the Arman family regain its glory!"

His body fell like a falling leaf.

One after another, the rats pounced on him. This time, they showed no mercy and gnawed hard at the skinny body with their rodents.

In the rain and mist, a flash of dark red blood flashed before finally dissipating.

In the armory, with the death of the old butler, the atmosphere became eerily silent.

There are all kinds of thoughts running through everyone's mind.

Fuya stood guard by the defense device, her pretty face so gloomy that she could almost squeeze out water.

The old butler died simply, but I have to say that his words did plant a seed of internal strife in the hearts of everyone present.

No one wants to die in this ghost place without any reason.

Therefore, this only hope of survival is a great temptation for them.

Even if the old housekeeper might be deceiving them.

However, there are always people who will choose to try for this chance of survival under the threat of death.