Forces of Temptation

Just after the tuxedo was pulled up, he was gasping for breath, his throat was sore, and he stared at Nan Zhou, unable to speak a word for a while.

Nanzhou didn't give him time to call for help or conceive of a lie.

He kicked on the toe of the tuxedo.

The tuxedo slipped, and the whole body was completely thrown out of the bridge again. Only the good-quality tie around his neck was wrapped around Nan Zhou's fingertips, maintaining his vitality.

Unfortunately, that is both life and death.

The handrails of the suspension bridge are made of wood, exposed to the mountain wind for a long time, it is impossible to bear the full weight of two adult men for a long time.

The long flowing mist extended the deep valley, which was originally impossible to see the bottom, into a boundless appearance.

The two of them were on top of a small-scale cloud, and the only thing nearby was the old bridge.

squeak--

squeak--

Steel bars, planks and ropes entangle and rub against each other.

The humming of steel bars, the screaming of wooden boards, the shaking of ropes, and countless dangerous sounds of life-threatening sounds, mixed with the sudden increase in heartbeat frequency from inside the chest cavity, made it even more thrilling.

Nanzhou's idea is very simple.

Since the NPC in this dungeon has wisdom, it must also be afraid of death.

In order to better control the tuxedo and keep him in a stagnant state, most of Nan Zhou's body went over the railing, almost hanging upside down in mid-air.

The strength of the person before dying is exceptionally great, the tuxedo has no poise, and he uses his strength to fight for his life, trying to win a little life from Nan Zhou's hands.

But he was facing Nan Zhou.

Facing the abyss of Wanren, he didn't even want to move his facial muscles.

Nanzhou patiently hanged the man half to death, and then brought him back.

He asked, "Remember my question just now?"

Nanzhou's point was well grasped, just stuck on the edge of the weakness of the tuxedo, but not completely losing his reason, memory and thinking.

After suffering the last time, the tuxedo knew that if he continued to grind, he would be kicked down mercilessly again, and he would suffer from suffocation for nearly a minute.

His upper body was firmly controlled by Nanzhou, and he was lying in the air at a 45-degree angle and leaned back. Only the front third of a pair of feet could touch the bridge.

The instinct for survival made the tuxedo use his toes to grasp the board in vain through the leather shoes.

He didn't even dare to give himself the chance to call for help, and as soon as he recovered his basic breathing ability, he roared hoarsely: "Mr.

In a panic and time was limited, the tuxedo couldn't help coughing, and at the same time told everything he knew.

Regardless of whether those contents were explained by the Duke, and whether the Duke asked him to pass them on or not.

"The Duke said that Dr. Rhodes did not advise him to perform that terrible operation, because it was too dangerous and also against ethics. Such a defilement of God's gift to the world will inevitably lead to God's curse."

"But he is willing to take risks for Mr. Keith, just because he is afraid that Mr. Keith will be unhappy."

"Our Duke has been like this since he was a child. He is very considerate of others. Mr. Keith is the son of his godfather, Mr. Delos. What Mr. Keith asked him not to do, even if he endured physical pain, he would not do it— —”

"He said, you are willing to change your mind, he is really happy."

"He said he really wanted to see the iguanas so he would try to get better."

"He said that he hoped to meet Mr. Pastor earlier..."

Accompanied by Tuxedo's incoherent confession, Nan Zhou frowned in confusion.

He could tell that the hereditary young duke probably grew up in the countryside with the young priest.

They have a close relationship, which is unusual.

They were friends and could die for each other.

So, what will Keith do to keep his friend alive?

In order to live for himself, what will this Mr. Duke, who is good at "thinking of others", do?

According to the meaning of the tuxedo, the Duke is planning to have an operation to treat his brain disease.

"Danger".

"horrible".

"Breaching ethics"...

Surgery that satisfies both of these adjectives...

Nan Zhou thought, could it be that the duke is going to undergo a brain replacement operation to completely solve his brain problem once and for all?

And the raw material of the brain is his team members?

But why did the Duke suddenly ask that "Doctor Rhodes" to operate on him?

Nanzhou traced all the way to the source, roughly outlining the direction of the plot.

On the fourth day they entered the dungeon, the Duke fell ill and failed to deliver the letter.

Knowing that the Duke's condition was getting worse, Keith repeated his tricks and wanted to call Nan Zhou to the office alone. The purpose was unknown, but it would definitely not be a good thing.

Since it was Ji Ji who wanted to make a move, Nan Zhou had no more reasonable way to deal with it except to fight back.

Thus, Nan Zhou took control of Keith.

Everyone started to search for the church.

The dusty and dark attic was naturally opened by outsiders like them.

And Banhang took an oil lamp and climbed up to the attic, releasing some kind of signal for the Duke far away on the west bank.

Nan Zhou thought, maybe the Duke and the pastor had reached some kind of agreement before.

The pastor sealed off the only attic that could face the Duke's castle, trying to find a cure for the Duke's illness.

——This is not difficult to guess, because "The Duke's Brain Disease" is the only core contradiction currently known in this dungeon.

During the long-term groping, he drew up his own plan and recruited these outsiders into the church to achieve some ulterior purpose.

According to Brother Fang's inference, Keith may have made a deal with the devil early on.

Demons have been lingering in the hallowed places on the east coast, just lacking a suitable sacrifice.

He tried to ask Hua Sisi and Nan Zhou to go to the office alone, maybe because he wanted to offer sacrifices to the devil.

It's a pity that he was tied to the bed by Nanzhou Wuhuada before he could make a move.

Pastor Keith's plan should have failed so far.

He let them explore, entered the attic, held the lamp for him, and signaled West Bank.

He has been exposed, unable to complete the sacrifice of the devil, and does not know if he will survive to the next day.

And as the tuxedo said, the Duke is a stubborn and infatuated young man who wholeheartedly listens to Keith's advice. If he doesn't get Keith's permission, he will even obediently let his condition worsen all the way and refuse to undergo surgery.

He wanted to use Nanzhou and the others, outsiders, to send a signal to the Duke, allowing him to take the risk of undergoing brain replacement surgery.

Keith was then killed by a demon, paying his dues.

All of this is very logical, and the general logic is smooth.

However, even thinking of this, Nan Zhou's thinking is still trapped in the five-mile maze, and it is difficult to get rid of it.

...There are still too many things that cannot be explained.

If Keith sent them to the office in order to sacrifice them, what about the magic circle?What about the summoning array?

Keith's office was clean, and nothing was found.

If the man behind the scenes was really a demon, and he killed Keith, why did he take Hua Sisi away instead of killing him on the spot?

Also, the scream just now...

That was Hua Sisi's voice.

With all his calculations, he was missing for more than ten hours.

The devil wants to kill, why now——

With a feeling of unease in his heart, he kicked the toe of the tuxedo down the abyss again.

However, he was very skilled and only kicked one side.

There was nothing decent about the tuxedo at this moment. When he felt that his body was a sign of being out of balance, he immediately yelled out of control, and automatically answered his next question without waiting for Nanzhou to ask a question.

"I don't know who came with you!!" He yelled miserably, "If you are talking about those newcomers, they are all doing the simplest service work, and they are indeed not under my jurisdiction!"

The matter has come to this point, the tuxedo who was driven to a desperate situation, his mind has long since collapsed, and there is no need or leeway for lying.

After getting such an uncertain answer, Nan Zhou couldn't calm down at all.

He worries about his teammates.

However, they were not allowed to land on the west bank. No matter how much they worried, they could only look at each other across the bank.

What binds them is the rules and the unknown.

Nanzhou repeated his third question: "What is the 'that thing' you said?"

With a pale face in the tuxedo, he tried his best to stretch his arms, and finally managed to reach Nan Zhou's tiger's mouth, digging at his flesh with his nails, trying to maintain his body's balance.

"I don't know..." he murmured, his voice sobbing, "I swear on the name of Jesus, I really don't know anything..."

But the more he talked to himself, the more flustered his expression became, and the clearer the madness in his eyes became.

Nan Zhou lowered his gaze.

Maybe he really didn't know anything, he thought.

Then you need to think about your next move.

...what should he do with the tuxedo?

It must be impossible to let him go back.

Nan Zhou glanced at the land on the east bank from the corner of his eye.

Instead of silence, perhaps, you can use him as an experiment...

However, before he could consummate the plan in his heart, the tuxedo, with the last bit of strength, grabbed Nan Zhou's palm fiercely, poured all the strength of his body into both hands, kicked back with one foot, and jumped Jumped into the abyss!

An independent NPC tuxedo with self-thinking ability, made his own judgment.

——He was threatened with his life like this, Nan Zhou could not let him go back and report to the Duke.

So Nanzhou will definitely kill him here to silence him.

Rather than waiting to be killed, it's better to die!

Because the fish was dead and the net was broken, Nan Zhou couldn't help but fell forward when he was pulled, and his waist and abdomen hit the bridge railing heavily with a bang.

But at this time, the railings were finally overwhelmed, and with a sound of slamming, the boards collapsed!

Nanzhou's body fell forward according to inertia, and half of his body followed gravity, and fell straight out from between the broken bridge railings!

When the soles of his feet were pulled and were about to leave the bridge, Nanzhou suddenly felt a slight vibration from the other end of the bridge.

Someone is coming on the bridge again?

The next moment, a hand stretched out out of thin air, exhausted all the strength in his body, grabbed Nan Zhou's wrist, and at the same time twisted his waist, firmly grabbed the bridge railing on the other side.

The momentum of the fall decreased slightly, Nan Zhou relied on his extremely strong waist strength to hook the broken bridge railing with the back of his feet, stabilizing his figure.

The tuxedo was originally at the end of its strength, and its hand strength was insufficient. With the thunderous fall, it was naturally unable to support it, and let go of its hand uncontrollably.

When Nan Zhou took a closer look again, the deep black tuxedo only raised a corner in the deep fog, and then was swallowed by the fog without a trace.

Facing the wet mist blowing towards his face, Nan Zhou blinked his wet eyelashes.

Ah, so dangerous.

He turned around and looked up along the wrist holding his other hand tightly.

Nan Zhou saw Jiang Fang with a pale face.

Jiang Fang closed his eyes and tried his best to imagine that he was not above the abyss.

But this kind of self-hypnosis doesn't work for a skilled liar like him.

A corner of the guardrail was broken, and the mountain wind rushing towards him like a sea current eroded his sanity and blood color bit by bit.

He lost all consciousness, and he didn't even know if he had caught Nan Zhou.

He raised his trembling fingers, trying to touch and feel the temperature of Nanzhou's skin.

At this moment, on the abyss, he is the only existence he can rely on.

Nan Zhou also responded immediately.

He grabbed his wrist, patted it gently, and touched again: "I'm fine."

He carefully observed Jiang Fang's expression: "Are you afraid of heights?"

Jiang Fang gritted his teeth, and a faint redness appeared at the end of his eyes.

Nan Zhou didn't go after the figure in the tuxedo anymore, leaned over to pick him up, and walked all the way back to the east bank.

Leaning in his arms, Jiang Fang grabbed the clothes around his heart with one hand and rubbed the flat part into wrinkles.

...like being coquettish.

Looking at Jiang Fang, Nan Zhou felt a little strange feeling in his heart.

In front of him, Jiang Fang is calm and gentlemanly, always good at planning, and always leaves a way out.

This was the first time he had seen such a fragile Jiang Fang.

Stepping on the solid soil, Nan Zhou also breathed a sigh of relief belatedly.

He said softly, "It was dangerous just now."

Jiang Fang didn't respond to him, but took deep and shallow breaths.

Nan Zhou hugged his knees and squatted in front of him, like a well-behaved cat: "I don't even know you are so afraid of heights."

Only then did Jiang Fang loosen his bloody teeth, and forced a joke: "There are so many things you don't know."

Nan Zhou looked at his face attentively: "Since you know the danger, why did you go to the bridge to save me?"

Jiang Fang supported the ground with one hand, trying to regain the feeling of his legs, and smiled wryly.

He looked at the gray and foggy sky, and his light-colored pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of mist without emotion: "We are friends."

Nan Zhou didn't answer, just put his fingertips on his wrist, rubbing it back and forth rhythmically, trying to help his heartbeat return to the right track as quickly as possible.

He asked, "...how did you come here suddenly?"

Jiang Fang let out a breath.

The panic, loss of composure just now, heart cramping and weightlessness when seeing Nanzhou about to fall, were all taken care of by him, without leaking any water.

He stood up: "Junliang and the others found Hua Sisi."

Nan Zhou's fingertips stopped.

He asked, "Where?"

That being said, he had already thought of it.

In the next second, Jiang Fang pointed to the place where the tuxedo fell.

In just a few minutes, this misty bottomless valley swallowed two lives.