[Comprehensive Fairy Tale] The Lord God ruined my childhood!

"Are we just leaving those two people behind?" Pied was very hesitant, but Anna gave him a hand and persuaded him in a low voice, "There is nothing we can do, if those two people are not dead, they must have already escaped, no need We worry too much."

They were chased by that weird human-shaped object and ran around, unable to go back to the secret passage to find any way out. Now hiding in Tibet is exhausting, and getting out is even more of a slim hope.It was already midnight, and they hadn't eaten or slept since night, if it wasn't for the priest who could barely see some ghosts, maybe they would have been even worse.

"Mr. Priest, which direction are we going next?" Peeld asked nervously. The priest said that the cold phoenix was a sign of approaching ghosts. He now felt that the surroundings were full of wind noises, which was not a good sign.

The priest tried his best to enlarge the range of his perception. His spiritual vision ability was not as good as Arthur's, and he felt extremely powerless at this moment. Suddenly, he seemed to find a place with very few ghosts, which was very unusual. Not too much, and quickly called everyone to move in that direction.

The number of people has indeed been greatly reduced. The guide was possessed by a ghost and died. Laurent was accidentally injured by a bullet. The number of people around has turned out to be four poor people, two of whom are women with weaker physical fitness.

Verna has been acting very negative, to the point of exasperation, and has been following gloomyly, not speaking, let alone offering any useful opinions. Pied wondered if she was stimulated by Flossa's disappearance. , I couldn't express my anger all the time, but Anna was much more straightforward than him, and she opened her mouth to sneer unceremoniously.

"What? The death of your concubine is so painful? Aren't you afraid of him?!"

Ferna hugged herself tightly, and there was a crying sound in her nasal cavity, as if she had been touched by a taboo string, she broke out hysterically!

"What do you know! I would rather have him die in front of me than disappear!" The excessively loud voice really attracted ghosts, and the priest quickly sprinkled holy water around. Anna got angry and slapped her directly!

"If you want to die, die yourself! Do you want to bury everyone with you?!"

After being slapped, Funa was stunned for a few seconds, and then went up to tear Anna like crazy, the scene was completely out of control!

Peeld was completely unable to suppress the audience. He couldn't help but miss Arthur. If Arthur was here, he might shut up the two women who were tearing up fiercely with just one look!

When Sario heard the news from the ghost, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and then he focused on introducing this dessert to Arthur, "The cake roll is mixed with raspberry jam, the filling is sweet orange, mixed with some refreshing mint Crushed, served with a cup of hot chocolate drink... Time is short, and this can only be prepared to this extent."

Arthur lowered his eyes to look at the dessert, wondering if Sario did it on purpose, the dessert in front of him was cake roll again, but this time it was full of sincerity.The butler stood by with his hands tied, waiting for orders, with a relaxed smile on his face.

This is the inner world of the castle, which is different from the gloomy and dilapidated surface world. The inner world is bright and bright, and you can also get information from the outside world. Arthur received a very appropriate reception. He put a cake roll on his fork with a deep expression on his face, and then ate it in one bite. .

"There seems to be a quarrel over there." His tone was a little casual, "Let's go when we're full."

Arthur had no objection, and suddenly he put down his fork, remembering the question that had been on his mind from the very beginning.

"Can you locate Flossa?"

It was obvious that Flossa was wrong, and he was by no means as gentle and refined as he appeared on the surface. Verna, whom he called his wife, always looked insensitive and on the verge of mental breakdown, which was not normal.

Arthur guessed that Flossa was either sadistic or simply a perverted murderer. It was ridiculous that the other party had his idea on him. Arthur didn't have the consciousness of prey, and it was really not sure who would kill who when the time came. .

Sario's complexion was not very good. He thought of the "friendship" between Arthur and Flossa before, and subjectively thought that Arthur was thinking about that little friend. Thinking of this made his teeth itch, so he immediately raised his hand to stop the butler from giving Arthur served a plate of cake rolls, puffing like a puffer fish for an explanation.

Arthur: Hahaha pufferfish!

"Where are you thinking? I'm not that magnanimous to those who take me as prey." Arthur signaled the butler to bring back the cake roll. The butler secretly glanced at Sario's expression and found that the master's expression was slightly relaxed. He tried to put the porcelain plate back in front of Arthur, but there was no objection.

"That's a scumbag who takes pleasure in other people's pain. I'm not that stupid to start a friendship with him. I'm just a little worried about whether he will unite with a fairy." The more Arthur thought about it, the more troublesome he felt. If the two Fang Zhen united, and Flossa killed other people for the fairy blood sacrifice, then the fairy's power must be greatly improved, and it must be several times more difficult to deal with.

Sario also thought about it, but he wasn't necessarily worried, "I'm also a ghost now, and I can also be sacrificed by blood. They kill people and don't know who they are making wedding dresses for."

Arthur was still frowning. He obviously didn't want too many casualties. Not all of these people were good people, but so what?Everyone is the crystallization of impurity, and noble saints are only a minority after all, and some personality defects are not enough for Arthur to easily sentence these little friends to death.

"...I don't want to see too much blood." He said, his gorgeous light purple pupils silently revealed some kind of cold compassion.Arthur is not a Madonna, but he has to admit that after experiencing countless waves of suffering, it is still those good things that occupy the mainstream of his spirit.

This probably benefited from the mother's teaching?

"Then we will adopt another strategy. After dinner, we will meet the rest of the people." Sario didn't know why, seeing Arthur like this would feel warm in his heart, and he stared at Arthur After eating the dessert, the butler served a salty meal. After Arthur unilaterally ate and drank enough, he set off to meet his friends.

The portable pocket knife moved between the bones and the texture with ease. Flossa smelled the thick and disgusting bloody smell in the air, and felt that every inch of her pores were relaxing, intoxicated, and dancing!He indulged in this feast of flesh and bones, and a sick moan escaped from his throat.

"It's so beautiful...how beautiful..."

It's a pity that what made him experience supreme bliss were the two utterly dead corpses, which were not as energetic as when they were alive, and there were less crying and screams, which were a bit monotonous.

He began to fantasize about that light-blond boy. The other person's haughty personality was precisely his favorite. This kind of person was the most interesting torment. He would use the most prudent and pious attitude to dismantle every part of the other person. Worshiping the splashed blood, he will definitely choose to eat the other party in the end, which is the best reward he can give to his prey.

After trembling alone, Flossa shook off a little residual blood on the blade, tidied up the messy cuffs by the way, and returned to the appearance of a gentleman, and looked at the ghost with a pointed hat and a blurred face without fear.

"According to our agreement, you can take this blood, and I will find more blood for you, as long as you keep your promise and leave the child to me in the end."

The ghost nodded, and floated onto the pool of blood with a whistling sound, greedily sucking the warm liquid.Flossa put away the pocket knife, her eyes blurred for a while, and she walked slowly into the darkness.

Peeld pushed open the heavy hinged door, choked hard by the rising dust, coughed several times, and turned sideways to let the rest of the people in.The priest looked around, as if he could deduce the former splendor from the faded and mottled decoration.

This is an open auditorium, built like a theater, surrounded by seats on all sides, neatly arranged in a ladder shape from top to bottom, this layout is obviously to allow all audiences to see what is happening in the center.

Peeld held a bright flashlight in his hand, which should have been left by the young man. Without such a thing, they wouldn't be able to get very far in this old castle.

"It seems that we can't go out here. We have come to the central area." Peeld gritted his teeth, planning to go back the same way to find another way out.The two women looked tired, but they couldn't complain in this situation, and they resigned themselves to following Peeld back.After walking a few steps, Pied suddenly stopped.

The priest was at the back, stretching his neck and looking forward suspiciously, "Pierre, what's wrong?"

Peel began to tremble. He stared fixedly at his companion who suddenly appeared in front of him. Flossa was still smiling gracefully, with his coat draped over his arms, and the flashlight fell on his face, forming a large shadow.To be honest, Peeld should be happy, but he not only saw Flossa, but also something in his hand.

It was a leg bone stained with blood, showing a terrifying pale color under the light of the flashlight. Flossa just held the leg bone like this, without feeling any discomfort at all, and her face still had the familiar good-natured expression on her face. smile.

I don't know where the courage came from. With his free hand, Pied took all the throwable things around him and threw them at Flossa, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Run!!!"

A few moth-eaten chairs threw their hands at Flossa. He raised his hand, and the witch fanned away the things that were thrown at him. From the eyes of others, it was as if those things flew aside out of nowhere. In the gloomy atmosphere of the castle, Anna couldn't help screaming!

Flossa frowned slightly, and then a secretive smile appeared on her lips.

Verna, with her head down, moved, she raised her panicked and lifeless eyes, and Flossa's sly smile was like a command, making her move quickly.A silver light slid down from the darkness, and amidst the woman's ear-piercing screams, the entire dagger, except for the handle, sank into Anna's chest!

Anna stared blankly at Funa, who was close at hand. The other person was trembling all over, but the hand holding the knife was steady. Anna wanted to say something in despair, but the dagger embedded in her chest moved. The dagger was pulled out, and small streams of blood gushed out.When Verna completely let go of the hand supporting Anna, she fell down without a word.

Flossa smiled with satisfaction.