Forces of Temptation

The gunshots exploded in the West Bank.

Looking from the open door of the church, the forest on the opposite side is full of white vermilion and flowing fire, creating a nightless sky full of murderous intent among the dark woods on the west bank.

Flintlocks, matchlock guns, shotguns, all kinds of gunshots rang out in a mess.

A chase is happening just across the bridge from them.

And the target being hunted down... is completely conceivable.

No matter how optimistic they were, they would never believe that the Duke's castle gathered people in the middle of the night to hunt rabbits.

Banhang couldn't sit still.

However, as soon as he moved his legs, he heard Jiang Fang say, "Don't move."

Ban Hang's heart was on fire: "But they must be there—"

How can he sit still when he thinks that his teammates are being surrounded and strangled as prey?

What's more, his girlfriend...

Jiang Fang glanced at him calmly, his eyes were extremely indifferent and rational: "Are you planning to cross the bridge when you go out?"

Ban Hang was at a loss for words for a while, and his blood gradually cooled down.

rule.

Another rule.

The rules require them not to cross the bridge.

The rules have suppressed the two leaders with the strongest comprehensive strength in the West Bank.

The rules are for them to watch their brothers and sisters along the way die in front of their eyes.

The rules are forcing them... to break the rules.

The picture is poor and the dagger is seen, and the fangs are gradually exposed.

He faintly sensed the malice behind this dungeon, but he still couldn't ignore the bloody thing that happened like this.

He gritted his teeth and said, "We... can meet us at the bridge... in case they flee to us—"

"If they're smart, they should flee below the town. Our side is a dead end," Jiang Fang said.

Banhang's voice suddenly raised: "But what if the way down the mountain is blocked?!"

Jiang Fang gave two options very rationally: "Then, they will either be arrested, or they will be forced to choose to cross the bridge."

Song Haining grabbed the clothes on his knees tightly, buried his head, and his voice was trembling with pain: "...Then, can we just watch? Can't save?"

"I want to see it." Jiang Fang got up and walked out, "But you can't."

Nan Zhou consciously followed behind him, pointed at the unconscious Guan Junliang, and told the other two, "Take care of him."

Jiang Fang didn't turn his head back: "You stay too."

Nan Zhou: "I can't let you alone..."

Jiang Fang turned around resolutely, poked his index finger straight on his chest, and ordered, "You stay!"

... This is the first time Jiang Fang used an orderly tone to Nanzhou.

Nan Zhou noticed something in his expression and stopped in his tracks.

Although there was no evidence, Nan Zhou had an intuition that it might be more appropriate to stay here by himself than to follow him.

He just habitually...doesn't want Jiang Fang to be alone.

Watching Jiang Fang stride away from the church, Nan Zhou backed up a few steps, but bumped into someone.

He turned around.

Banhang stood behind him, his eyes were red.

He grabbed Nan Zhou's clothes in a begging manner: "Brother Nan, please, go with the boss."

Nan Zhou looked at him: "I want to take care of you."

Banhang suppressed his excitement, so that he expressed inconsequentially: "The two of us are here, and we can take care of each other. In case that demon attacks the boss, he will be left alone..."

Nan Zhou said: "But Brother Guan is in a coma now, it's dangerous to keep the two of you here."

"No..." Ban Hang murmured to himself hastily, "I will take good care of Hai Ning and Brother Guan."

Nan Zhou tried to comfort him: "Brother Fang is right, the less people go, the better. There are guns on the opposite side, the more people go, the bigger the target, don't worry too much..."

However, the more Nan Zhou persuaded, the more pale and ugly Ban Hang's face became.

"... Please, Brother Nan, you can go."

Ban Hang hoarse voice, trembling with pain, even bent down.

He trembled, and said softly: "Even if someone wants to come, Boss... will definitely give up on them..."

"The rules clearly say that they are not allowed to cross the bridge, but what if they escape to the bridge?"

"In order not to violate the rules, Boss will definitely—"

Song Haining grabbed Banhang from behind and stopped him softly: "Hey...don't talk..."

However, from the way she looked at him, Nan Zhou found that she might agree with what Jiang Fang said.

Nan Zhou looked down at the clothes on the chest that were wrinkled by Ban Hang: "...Will it be useful if I go?"

"With you here, you might come up with a better way."

Ban Hang hissed: "With you here... the old conference has restrained a lot."

He repeated softly: "...Brother Nan, he is willing to restrain himself for you."

……

The night is like water.

It's just that the water was swallowed up by the thick fog that hadn't dispersed during the day.

The mist washed away all the clear outlines and corners, leaving only a chaotic afterimage.

The forest on the opposite side was wet and melted into the mist, creating a dark scene.

Starting from the edge of the cliff on both sides, there is an open area of ​​nearly 50 meters, and there is no place to hide.

Jiang Fang hid by the tree closest to the bridge, his pale eyes reflected the interlaced lights of fires in the depths of the forest on the east bank.

He observed the surrounding terrain, and raised the corners of his mouth coldly.

Ban Hang took it for granted.

"Meeting by the bridge"?

If they dare to show their faces in such an open area, they are living targets.

He leaned against the rough forest, without looking back, just smiled at the gloomy darkness: "Are you here?"

Nan Zhou poked his head out from the nearby tree.

Jiang Fang cut to the chase: "You didn't come here on your own initiative, did you?"

Nan Zhou answered irrelevantly: "I'm worried about you."

Jiang Fang looked at the other side: "There is no need to carry the thunder for Ban Hang. I know that neither he nor Hai Ning can trust me."

The viciousness of this dungeon, until now, has finally revealed its true face.

Even without mentioning the ambiguous "devil" and "God's curse", it objectively divided the 12-member team into east and west banks, and set a clear "no crossing bridge" death rule.

To put it bluntly, when they are in danger, not only are they not allowed to help each other, but they are even forced to kill each other under extreme conditions in order to maintain this rule.

And the exchanges between the two sides are really pitiful.

This is extremely cruel torture for ordinary people who have experienced life and death together, and their hearts have not been tempered to the point of invulnerability.

Although they didn't want this in their hearts, their trust in each other was indeed faltering under the rules.

Nan Zhou supported the tree, lowered his feet, and swayed slightly: "I believe in you."

The reason why Jiang Fang refused to let Ban Hang come was because he was worried that he would rush across the bridge in a flash of enthusiasm.

Jiang Fang laughed, noncommittal: "You believe me, and still come here to stare at me?"

Nan Zhou: "I didn't come to stare at you."

Nan Zhou: "I'm here to tell you to go back. Let's change shifts."

"You are less trustworthy than Ban Hang." Jiang Fang said, "As soon as I leave, you will go to the other side."

Nan Zhou didn't hide his intentions: "Yeah. You're right."

Jiang Fang: "I disagree."

Nanzhou: "I'm not your team member."

Jiang Fang: "I'm not talking to the team members, I'm talking to you. You go, I don't agree."

Having said that, Jiang Fang realized that his tone was a bit over the top.

The tips of his ears turned red slightly, he pretended nothing happened, and continued: "They can come here, we will respond here, and then bear the consequences together. But I don't want anyone on my side to take risks."

"Even if there are any consequences for crossing the bridge, I will bear it." Nan Zhou said, "I can afford it. Maybe I can save them."

Jiang Fang's expression turned cold, and his tone turned cold: "Even if there is cause and effect, it shouldn't be on you."

Nan Zhou: "I'm fine."

Jiang Fang: "I have something to do with it. I brought you out. Even if you want to leave, you have to leave completely for me."

He took a deep breath: "This is my responsibility to you. We... are best friends, aren't we?"

"I……"

Nan Zhou was about to answer the conversation when he suddenly heard Cong Cong's footsteps coming from the forest on the east bank.Running all the way towards the cliff.

When people are most desperate, they will always go to the most trusted person.

Even though Nan Zhou had clearly told them that the east bank was a cliff with nowhere to go, and the west bank was the place with a future.

What's more, as Ban Hang said, the road leading down the mountain is really blocked.

A girl with disheveled hair got out of the woods, spread her legs, and ran towards the suspension bridge struggling for her life.

Although only a faint figure could be discerned in the thick fog, Nan Zhou on the tree still recognized her at a glance.

Su Qingyao.

With all his eyesight, Nan Zhou could vaguely recognize that she was wearing a dark maid costume.

Her running posture was a bit weird, with one arm drooping limply by her side, probably from a stray bullet.

She was like a wounded bird being hunted, fluttering her wings, and ran all the way to the suspension bridge, stepping on it without even thinking about it!

However, the slight shaking of the bridge body woke her up from the boundless panic.

When she rushed to a quarter of the bridge, she stopped suddenly.

If Su Qingyao was still a rookie who had just entered the dungeon, she would have cried and shouted desperately to escape across the bridge first and save her life.

But now, she dare not.

If she crossed the shore, she would violate the rule of "no crossing the bridge".

She might even lure these gun-toting thugs across the river.

——Her choice at this moment is very likely to be related to the life and death of the whole team.

When she fell into a momentary hesitation, Nan Zhou's figure moved, and just as he was about to jump off the tree to meet him, six or seven servants in black clothes emerged from the forest in an instant.

For her, it was already the limit for her to be able to keep a distance of tens of meters from her pursuer by winding and circling in the forest.

However, the distances those people got out varied from far to near, and they were basically located on the south side of the suspension bridge.

If she ran fast enough, she would have a chance to escape from the guns that were not very far away.

But, in this way, she has to cross the bridge.

She will burn the plague to the east coast.

dead, or alive?

Which one is a dead end and which one is a life?

In less than half a second, Su Qingyao made her choice.

She forcibly overcame her desire for life, turned around and rushed down the suspension bridge that held her last life!

She pulled her skirt and fled along the cliff. At the same time, she yelled through the loudspeaker in the valley, "Boss! Brother Nan!! That duke is a lunatic!"

"They want to drag us into surgery and open our heads!"

"Brother Kang was taken into the operating room by them! Brother Kan was also injured!!"

"Brother Zhao escaped with me. He—"

Hiding behind the tree, listening to Su Qingyao's increasingly sad and desperate voice, the two fell silent.

The originally scattered gunshots in the forest only sounded from behind Su Qingyao.

Zhao Lirui, I'm afraid it's more ominous than good.

When she shouted here, her throat was blocked and her legs were weak.

With tears streaming down her face, she cried: "Help! I don't want to die!! I'm only 24!!"

Even so, the speed at which she escaped from the suspension bridge did not slow down at all.

She wanted to flee back to the forest, but a gunshot sounded suddenly behind her.

Su Qingyao's steps stopped, her body shook wildly, she staggered two steps forward, and squatted on the ground with her hands on the ground in the starting style of a [-]-meter race.

However, her end point is also here.

The voice of "Bring her back before she dies" faintly fell into her ears that were ringing in her ears because of the severe pain.

Her chest rose and fell violently, her teeth were bitten to death, and she also became ruthless.

You want to take me back, and you want to use me as an experiment before I die?

Don't even think about it!

In the fan-shaped encirclement, Su Qingyao's legs, which were becoming weaker due to blood loss, tensed their muscles, kicked the ground suddenly, and rushed towards the Wanren Abyss beside him.

Her figure was swirled and swallowed by the mist.

She didn't leave a last word.

Except for the phrase "I'm only 24 years old".

The second half of the night on the east coast has fallen into absolute silence.

In the forest on the west bank, the two stood in the shadows, staring at the place where Su Qingyao disappeared, without saying a word.