you're done

As long as there is a willing sacrificer, whether he succeeds or not, alive or dead, the game will be safely over for the day.

When the flame is gradually extinguished, it means that they have passed a new day safely.

Everyone involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time showed the expressions of the rest of their lives, and the people in the cage were finally released.

However, after this battle, they have unconsciously started to form groups and exclude others. A total of more than a dozen people have quietly divided into two camps, vigilant and hostile to each other.

Some people are still worrying: "Will it be unsafe to let them out now? Shouldn't we wait for the husband to come back?"

The beggar was crawling out of the cage, unceremoniously pushed the person in front of him away, and said with a sneer, "Do you think he can come back alive? He should be burned to ashes now!"

The forensic doctor looked ugly and shouted loudly: "Idiot, what good does it do you if he dies!"

"If he's dead, no one will be self-righteous to control everyone. Isn't that good? Why do you have to listen to him? Just rely on the gun in his hand?"

"But he saved everyone, that's also true."

Someone retorted in a low voice: "He also killed people and walked through the fire of hell, just to save himself a lifeline, and besides, I didn't kill people, so why should I owe this favor?

If anyone wants to remember his kindness, it's the woman who got his immunity, so what's our business? "

When the right of immunity was mentioned, some of them couldn't help feeling resentful and unwilling.

Miss Mistress huddled in the corner, no longer suspected of "getting the huge reward on the first day", she seemed to be safe at this moment.

She carefully looked at the eyes of everyone. Some showed expressions of hatred for Ruyi, some seemed to have nothing to do with her, and some began to think of themselves. There are very few people who really have a conscience to be grateful to Luo Zhiwei, but not many. Dare to stand up and speak on the cusp of the storm.

The so-called love between men and women, human nature is infinitely magnified in this malicious and gloomy castle, and it is brought into full play.

The forensic doctor also stopped speaking.

He retreated cautiously to the corner, quietly untied his mistress's rope, and whispered to her: "This group of people has gone crazy, hurry up and hide, don't stay here."

The mistress was a little surprised, but obediently followed him and walked out cautiously. The businessman beside him was the sharpest, and followed him immediately.

"Did you find the problem too?" he whispered to the forensic doctor.

Forensic doctor: "Of course, we really need Mr.'s solidified core, as long as he has the ability and wisdom to lead everyone to live. If he really dies, that will be the beginning of the nightmare!"

At the last moment, the businessman glanced back at the dimly lit hall. The people who were still arguing were flickering under the lights, as if they were about to die.

17 people.

A week after Luo Shiwei's death, 12 people died and only five remained in the castle.

This time, not only was the housekeeper controlling the game under the command of the master, but Xueli also ended up.

Instead of sabotaging the game in the dark and making fun of it, he is promoting the game and pushing the fighting to its climax.

When the twins who hate each other join hands, one can imagine the horror.

And all of this was because of Luo Shiwei's death.

The huge old castle hovered above the peak, and it seemed that there was still a strong smell of blood, and the top floor that had been sealed for many years was finally slowly opened.

The castle is so sinister and cursed by demons that the sealed top floor remains unchanged from centuries ago.

A slender hand like a white bone rested on the wine-red curtain, and slowly pulled it away to let the sun shine in. He raised his hand to block it, and the back of the cold white hand was burnt like black scorched marks in an instant.

Butler Austin rushed to push the wheelchair and said in a low voice, "Your body is not suitable for basking in the sun yet."

In other words, the dead body will be wiped out in the sun.

But the consul just waved his hand to signal him to step back. The man sat quietly in front of the window, and through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, he could even see the clouds that were close at hand.

The hazy white clouds are surrounded by mist, within reach.

"If he likes to die, let him do it. Wouldn't it be better to save the resurrection ceremony and leave it to my Mr. Heipao?"

A cold and careless tone sounded behind him.

The young man was wearing a red and black military uniform, sitting at a corner of the long conference table, his legs crossed and his boots turned up, his slim trousers outlined a flexible and explosive waist, and the collar button was pulled casually The long neck is exposed, the cloak is slanted across the body, and it looks unrestrained.

He opened his mouth, bit off the white glove on his right hand, then flipped through the black leather notebook on his left hand, then squinted at the trembling male writer behind him, and asked suspiciously: "What kind of illogical plot is this, are you really novelist?"

The writer's legs softened, he almost knelt down, and he stammered an explanation: "I...I never lied to you, I have published ten mystery books, three of which were sold all over the world, and won the top sales volume of the year. ..."

He carefully looked at the man's dissatisfied expression, and said, "If you absolutely have a plot that is inappropriate, I'll change it for you now?"

Yes, as a weak chicken fighting against the five scum, he was able to become one of the five surviving people because the scary young man in front of him suddenly wanted to keep him and asked him to write a novel.

The teenager's emerald-green eyes looked at the notebook seriously, and in a professional tone, he said critically: "This is not right, how could the male protagonist be severely injured by the villain for a group of irrelevant people? It is not logical at all. .”

"Then you say...?"

Little Agel said to him solemnly: "The male lead should kill those people with his own hands in order to please the villain!"

The writer's expression froze.

The hero kills innocent people indiscriminately for the sake of the villain, is this still the hero?

Little Agger also had something to say: "Only in this way can the villain like the hero, and there will be love between them, do you understand?"

He looked at the man with contempt, and commented: "A third-rate novelist."

Everyone: "..."

The consul coughed and humbly asked for advice: "Why is there love between the villain and the hero?"

The soul asks.

Everyone is wondering about this question, what kind of brain circuit is this little Agel.

Unexpectedly, when the young man heard this question, he glanced at the consul in a strange way, and his contempt deepened: "How can there be a finale without love, and how can the villain willingly retire with the hero?"

The consul asked amusedly, "Who taught you this logic?"

Little Agel: "Mr. Black Robe."

"..." The name suddenly plunged the entire space into dead silence.

The consul's expression was indifferent, making it difficult to tell the difference between happiness and anger. He just unconsciously rubbed the back of his hand and said lightly, "I see."

Little Agel stood up, his military boots stepped on the ground and made a stamping sound. He put his hands in his pockets, looked down at the man's indifferent and steady face, and sneered: "Stop pretending, your resentment is about to overflow. You think you have a chance to win, but you two are so stupid that you kill people? It's ridiculous."

The consul stared at him with cold green eyes, and stated the facts in a hoarse voice: "I lost him, and you also failed to keep him."

"But at least I had him, he would kiss me, he would tell me stories, he would fight alongside me, and we had a good time!"

Young Agel sneered and said, "And you guys got nothing."

This undoubtedly hits the weakness of the consul.

His eyes were slightly sunken, and the corners of his lips were raised, with a mocking arc, he said sharply: "But all he did was to use you, all for use."

The game war between the twins is all about exposing each other's weaknesses and uncovering the bloody scars on each other's bodies.

Austin and the writer stood in a corner, with their heads down, silent, not even daring to speak out.

After an unknown amount of time, the two finally calmed down.

The consul rubbed his brows, seemed a little tired, and said lightly: "You ask Xueli to come out and talk to me."

The young Agel was too young and energetic, biting the enemy with his teeth and claws, completely irrational, and he belonged to the group he least liked to deal with.

But little Agel said lazily: "Impossible, that guy was seriously injured and fell into a deep sleep. At this stage, if you want to revive Mr. Black Robe, you can only cooperate with me."

He said, pointing to the gate outside, and said: "Now there are only three more human beings who died wronged in the castle, and the grievance value can reach the peak. Are you ready for the ceremony?"

The writer on one side was trembling.

He finally knew the true purpose of these thirty "guests", they were sacrifices...!

But even so, he didn't have the courage to resist, and he could only rely on the fact that they only needed to die three more people, he... he still had a chance to leave alive!

"It's ready," said the consul, "there's only one thing missing now, which is his usual items."

"I'll fix it, but..."

Little Agel raised his eyebrows at him, and said, "That ritual can only resurrect one person, why do I not believe that you gave up the opportunity?"

The consul smiled slightly and asked, "Why do you still cooperate with me if you don't believe me?"

——Because he is confident that he has a way to snatch the ceremony away.

The two were silent.

Little Agel sneered, turned and walked away while stepping on his boots.

He walked down the top floor, walked through the long corridor, finally walked down the stone steps, and came to a stone gate.

There is a coffin behind the stone gate, and there is a sleeping body.

Short blond hair, tall and tall, with a vaguely unhealed wound on the chest, there is no soul in this body, but it has not stopped breathing.

The sealing of the sarcophagus stopped his time.

Young Agel looked at the body and muttered to himself: "I have a hunch that he has already guessed our backhand."

"Of course," Xueli chuckled, and his voice was extraordinarily gloomy in the basement, and said, "That paralyzed man has always been scheming, and he will give the resurrection ceremony to his brother, because compared to that gradually decaying body, he should Favor my reincarnation even more!"

"...Then let's see who can have the last laugh."

The door was violently opened, blowing up gusts of wind and dust, and Little Agel's cloak disappeared into the meeting room.

The writer followed out tremblingly, not daring to stay longer.

The consul's body seemed to be unable to hold on anymore, he put his hand to his lips and coughed, and soon there was a tissue in front of him.

The man lowered his eyes, looked at the white paper in front of him, and was slightly taken aback. His light green pupils were hollow, and he didn't know what he thought of.

"Your Excellency?" the butler called out in a low voice.

The consul finally woke up. He took the tissue as if nothing had happened, and his hoarse voice was as calm as ever: "Take me to the storage room."

"Ok."

The butler pushed his wheelchair and walked towards the storage room.

Accompanied by the rumbling sound of the door, the dark room came into view. On the huge desk, there were gold-plated brocade boxes covered with Frydoug's family crest, which shone solemnly and coldly in the dark environment. of light.

The man slowly raised his hand, and gently opened a brocade box with bone-like fingers, revealing a pair of sky-blue eyes.

These are a pair of eyeballs, taken from the eye sockets of a member of the royal family of noble blood. The surface of the eyeballs has been carefully wiped and is spotless.

The box comes with magic that guarantees it won't rot for centuries, but still comes alive and looks strangely beautiful in dim light.

The steward said: "Don't worry, the sacrifices have been prepared and nothing will go wrong."

Or beautiful eyes, or a pair of human hands, or a head that has been stripped of flesh and blood. These bloody and cruel parts are carefully placed in the storage room at this moment, exuding a strange and gloomy feeling.

These are the offerings that are about to be offered to the devil.

In exchange for the rebirth of the Frydogg family.

"Go down." The consul waved his hand, his expression was indifferent, and he looked at all this indifferently, without any emotion.

Austin looked at his body worriedly, and before he left, he tried to persuade him: "There is pure blood in the innermost box. You need to eat some anyway, otherwise your body will not be able to hold on."

After he finished speaking, he bent over and walked out, closing the door.

The consul pushed the wheelchair and walked to the depths of the storage room, where there was a glass blood bottle, and its name was written on the parchment on one side: the girl's blood.

As an offering to the devil, a pair of eyes, a heart, and even a vial of blood are clean, pure, and beautiful.

The corners of his lips curled into a mocking arc, but he still picked up the blood bottle.

Blood... Yes, this dead body must be fed with blood before it can be resurrected, otherwise it will be rejected after a long time.

He thought rationally and indifferently.

The sealed blood bottle was opened and pressed against his lips, a strong bloody smell rushed to his face, and passed to the internal organs along the sense of smell.

At this moment, the consul's pale face suddenly changed.

I don't know if it was because of the blood contract established with Luo Shiwei, or because of his excessive cleanliness in his soul, he clenched the blood bottle tightly, until his fingertips turned white, as if he couldn't bear it at all, and even threw it away out of control out.

The glass bottle hit the wall with a crisp sound, blood gushed out, and that disgusting smell filled the entire space.

"cough……"

He clenched the wheelchair handle tightly with one hand, held a tissue to his lips with the other, and let out a heart-piercing cough that seemed uncontrollable.

A mouthful of blood gushed out and spilled on the white paper towel.

In an instant, the man's cheeks became even more white and transparent, his beautiful face was gray and white like a corpse, his light green eyes were empty and expressionless, his long silver hair hung behind him and completely lost its luster, even the sound of his breathing gradually faded away. It fell silent.

getting shallower.

The soul of the archon is looming in the body.

Due to the rejection state of the corpse, his spirit body is about to be forcibly excluded...

At the last moment, His Excellency the Consul's expression remained calm.

He raised his head, feeling the increasingly difficult breathing, his cyan lips parted slightly, his hoarse voice was indistinct, and unconsciously murmured a name: "Luo..."

The next moment, a warm and slender hand caressed his cold cheek, and that familiar voice called softly: "Your Excellency..."

The beauty in the wheelchair seemed a little dazed.

He breathed with difficulty, lowered his head, and looked down, and saw that handsome and well-behaved oriental boy squatting halfway in front of his wheelchair.

The young man was dressed in a black robe, with familiar eyebrows and eyes, a smiling face, and even winked at him playfully, and teased him in a brisk tone: "My lord consul, you don't seem to be very well."

"...Luo." The sick beauty's hoarse voice softly called his name, it seemed that due to the confusion of consciousness, he did not appear to be calm and sharp as usual, but instead had a little more unconscious tenderness.

"I'm here."

Luo Zhiwei cut his wrist with a razor blade, and blood overflowed. He dipped his fingertips in it, and then slowly wiped it on the sick beauty's bruised lips.

In an instant, that pale and weak appearance was stained with a coquettish aura.

The color is unparalleled.

This is the first time I have seen such a confusing consul, Your Excellency.

Luo Shi blinked slightly, he smiled, and said in a persuasive tone, "I think you need it and me very much, don't you?"

The thick smell of blood filled the whole sense of smell, but surprisingly, there was no disgusting impulse, but sweet and fascinating.

Looking at the boy's smiling face, the consul seemed to see a medieval monster that would make people fall.

Was it the influence of the blood contract, or the curse cast by the young man, that made him completely controlled by the other party's emotions and his heart's ups and downs.

he thinks.

But the body honestly lowered its noble head and kissed the wound on the boy's wrist.

The blood flowed down the taste buds and poured into the internal organs. After being irrigated, the decomposing heart began to beat silently again. This feeling of being alive again made him almost lose control.

And life and death, such a volatile situation, are all because of Luo Shiwei.

he lives, he lives;

He died, and his body decayed with it.

For the first time, a high-ranking, ruthless politician feels the taste of being manipulated by others.

He should have pulled away in time.

But the sweet blood and the breath of life make people deeply fascinated and unable to extricate themselves.

Until it was stopped by Luo Shiwei.

He laughed lowly, teasing his greed: "Your Excellency, if I continue to inhale, I will have another one. I don't have a second resurrection armor to use."

The man stopped and looked at him in confusion, as if he hadn't reacted yet.

Luo Zhiwei's fingers gently wiped away the blood on his lips, but he didn't leave. Instead, he continued to rub it with his fingertips maliciously, even submerging a part of his fingertips.

A finger bone pokes in.

A cold-blooded politician like the Consul actually has hot lips and teeth.

In the next second, the man's slender and powerful hands grabbed his wrist, and the consul's hoarse voice called him: "Luo, you are still alive."

"It's resurrected."

Luo Shi blinked slightly, and said, "You can take it as that, I also made a deal with the devil, and returned to the world with a strong will to survive."

"He asked me where I was going and I said..."

The young man leaned close to his ear, with a low laugh overflowing from his chest, teasing happily: "I said, there is still my consul in the castle, he will die without my blood, please send me to to his side."

The next moment, his whole body was held in the arms of the man, and an uncontrollable kiss pressed him down.

Perhaps it was the stimulation of blood, or perhaps the atmosphere was so good, it was rare for His Excellency the Consul to be so out of control besides fighting for power and the glory of Frydog.

The last trace of reason seems to be thinking:

——This young man from the East seems to be a monster that can disturb the mind.

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