Mechanical Alchemist

Chapter 6 Bloody Banquet

In the brightly lit corridor, a sense of familiarity arises spontaneously.

The sound of fighting was incessant in my ears, and then I looked at the bald head covered in metal scales. Isn't this the corridor just now?

Did I knock out of one pane of glass and then back out of the other?

Su Lun looked back again, and the glass that had been shattered before was restored to its original state. If it weren't for the glass slag on the ground still scorching his feet, he would have thought he had experienced an illusion.

There is also a problem with the space of this manor!

"Illusionary space? Or the ability of that 'ghost species'?"

Su Lun felt more and more strange about this world, but soon realized, "Sure enough, if you could escape by jumping out of the window so easily, those guys wouldn't have been killed by these weird puppets."

With this jump, Su Lun fell back down the corridor and crashed into the pile of dolls.

This is good, sheep into the tiger's mouth.

Don't look at the puppet's little damage to the bald head, but for an ordinary person like Su Lun, it is definitely a deadly existence.

Originally, Su Lun was already lying flat and was not ready to struggle, but what surprised him was that these dolls seemed to ignore him, just floated over, and killed the bald head.

"Hey, they didn't attack me?"

Su Lun looked at the doll floating in front of him, and had a kind of surprise for the rest of his life. He secretly speculated: "Could it be that the reason for 'surveillance' was discovered before?"

He vaguely guessed in his heart that these puppets didn't kill him, perhaps because the "ghost species" felt that he had an extra fun toy and was reluctant to kill him so quickly.

This sucks.

And at this moment, without any warning, a burst of "click" and "click" was suddenly heard.

Taking a closer look, the joints of that Marcus were broken in reverse.

Like a marionette, he was suspended in the air by invisible threads, his head drooping weakly.

Marcus, dead!

And after this guy died, the knife-wielding puppets didn't continue to besiege the bald Ivan, and even faded away like a tide, disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Not far away, the bald-headed Ivan looked at the tragic death of his subordinates without warning. He was obviously confused, and scolded angrily: "Damn!"

There is no puppet around that Marcus, how did he die?

He suddenly woke up, the means of this "ghost species" may not only be manipulating puppets.

The bald head naturally noticed Su Lun who had been let go by the puppet before, and guessed that he might know something.

But before he had time to ask, and at this moment, a closed door not far away suddenly opened.

At this time, a kind old man in a tuxedo walked out from the door, and said in an emotionless tone: "My master invites the two of you to the banquet hall for dinner."

Master, dining?

Su Lun raised his brows, no matter how he looked at it, it was not a good thing.

Hearing this, he also looked at the old man who looked like a housekeeper.

He found that the guy didn't turn his eyes the whole time he was talking, and when he took a closer look, his skin color was also shiny like a wax figure.

Obviously, the butler was not alive either.

Su Lun remained silent.

The point is, if he wants to make a move, he can't beat it.

But how can the bald Ivan's violent temper be held back?

I just killed a brother in my regiment in front of Lao Tzu, are you still inviting me to dinner?

"Fuck your mother!"

The bald head cursed angrily, raised his hand and blasted it.

"Bang" the housekeeper was beaten to pieces by a cannonball.

But at this moment, the deep voice suddenly rang again, and said sullenly: "If you don't follow the rules of the game, you will be killed."

"Humph!"

The bald head snorted coldly, still a little disapproving.

But suddenly, also without warning, his entire body froze.

Just like when Marcus died.

Not far away, Su Lun saw clearly this time, and the bald head was tied up with crystal threads like fishing lines, making him unable to move at all.

And with the tightening of the silk thread, the metal scales on the surface of the bald head actually shattered, and the silk thread was directly pulled into the flesh, overflowing with scarlet blood.

Su Lun's eyelids jumped: "What a weird method."

Obviously, that strange strength is far beyond imagination.

Seeing the next second, Ivan was about to be dismembered into seven or eight pieces, and just one second before the body was torn apart, the bald head was no longer the slightest bit hard, and shouted: "Wait, I'm willing to go!"

In this way, Su Lun and the bald Ivan were invited into the banquet hall by the butler who had smashed half of their bodies.

The decor is equally luxurious, with soothing music playing on the gramophone.

There were already a lot of people sitting at the table, it looked very lively, and the dining atmosphere seemed to be quite harmonious.

Su Lun was seated in an empty seat by the maid doll guide.

He glanced at the people on the table, and knew something.

Although these "people" are sitting in their own positions, their faces are expressionless and their bodies are stiff

Apparently no one was alive.

Either a puppet, or a corpse fixed on the seat with silk threads, looking very eerie.

However, Su Lun was not too surprised, he naturally didn't think that the "ghost species" would be so kind to invite them to dinner.

And looking at the bald head eating the fly-like expression, he probably knew these corpses.

The two took their seats in the empty seats, and the maid costumes behind them wrapped napkins around them, and then lifted the dinner plate covered with the silver lid in front of them.

When Su Lun sat down, he smelled a strong smell of blood and vaguely guessed something.

When the lid of the meal was opened, the smell of blood came out.

There was a reddish-brown liver on the dinner plate in front of him, and it was slightly bloody, and it looked like it had just been removed from a living body.

There are probably no live animals in this manor, so you can guess what kind of liver it is with your feet.

Su Lun raised his eyebrows, not too surprised.

In this weird manor, it would be strange if it was normal food.

He has played a lot of perverted horror games, and this kind of plot is not too outrageous.

Out of the corner of the eye, he saw that his plate was pretty good.

In front of the bald head was a human head. The eyeballs were placed in small plates, which seemed to be an after-dinner "dessert".

Looking at the green hair on the side, this head seems to be an old acquaintance - the cockscomb head that was killed by Su Lun in the study before.

At this time, the haunted voice sounded again: "The rules of the game are: you must finish eating. Otherwise, you will die."

At this moment, whether it was a doll or a corpse of "people", they turned their heads and stared at the two living people on the table with their empty eyes.

The housekeeper on the side also urged in a warning tone: "Why, two distinguished guests, is the food not to the appetite of the distinguished guests?"

Su Lun and the bald head definitely didn't plan to take the initiative to eat what's on this plate.

But obviously, it doesn't matter if they eat or not.

At this time, a transparent silk thread has quietly fallen from the beam of the house and is tied to the limbs of the two.

Su Lun noticed something, but didn't feel any abnormality in his body.

The bald head on the side obviously realized what happened, his face became ugly, and he muttered in despair: "The 'body control' of the spiritual system, at least the 'gold-level' ghost species, this is all over."

He had already experienced the power of this thread just now. He thought it was purely controlled by the Physics Department. He thought that he might have a chance to find an opportunity.

But I didn't think about it, sitting on this chair, only to determine that the "ghost species" is still good at mind control.

This is the ability to easily kill him.

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Su Lun tipped his ears and heard what the bald man was muttering.

Soon, he also understood what "physical control" meant.

At this time, he found that his hands were raised uncontrollably, and then he picked up the knife and fork placed beside the dinner plate, and cut the liver on the plate, with an elegant and gentlemanly manner.

This kind of feeling is very strange, it is not a simple marionette, it seems that the brain has lost control of the body, and he can only watch his hands and cut the meat on the plate uncontrollably.

In this quiet banquet hall, it seems extraordinarily infiltrating.

(End of this chapter)