[Infinite Stream] Destiny Rubik's Cube

Zhou Qi squeezed his pupils tightly, and the sneer on his face immediately turned into alertness, he turned his heels lightly, and looked at the flamboyant ivory bed.

In the basement, a damp and cold wind blew from nowhere, and a gap opened in the crimson veils that hung down.

In the uneven line, Zhou Qi vaguely saw a person lying flat on the bed.For a moment, he grasped the key point, and the man's folded hands on his lower abdomen were covered with familiar bandages.

The tense shoulder muscles quickly dissipated the accumulated strength.

"Looks like an old friend."

Xu Chi walked over and lifted the bed curtain.

The real Duchess, Emiliod, was placed on the bed, wearing the light green dress.She was the same as when she was pushed out by the Duke that day, with a small head and narrow shoulders, a slender neck, and six-fingered hands.

Xu Chi sat sideways on the side of the bed, looked at it for a while, and suddenly stretched out his hand to stroke the rough bandage on Amyrod's face. His expression seemed a little gentle, and he murmured, "Is that so?"

"What's like this?" Zhou Qi looked furiously, goosebumps fell all over the ground, "Why are you touching her? Although it is a new era and people's thinking has also advanced with the times, brother, your habit is still It's kind of unacceptable..."

"She reacted." Xu Chi didn't understand what Zhou Qi wanted to say, he not only touched it by himself, but also pulled Zhou Qi to touch it together.

"Hey, hey, I appreciate your kindness, don't pull it, really, buddy is not good at this."

"Shut up." Xu Chi couldn't help but press that big hand on Amyrod's face: "Look, when stimulated, the muscles on her face will convulse slightly."

"..."

Zhou Qi felt it intently, his hands were cold and rough, and there was nothing there. He exerted some strength to pat, and waited for a while, when there was a faint tremor under the bandage.

"She, she's not dead?" Zhou Qi tried again and got the same feedback. He widened his eyes in surprise and hurriedly checked his breathing and pulse.

But vital signs said it was just a corpse.

"Being stuffed into a bronze figurine and pierced by so many iron thorns, can you survive?" Xu Chi taunted, and began to remove the bandage on the Duchess's arm.

Zhou Qi: "..."

This person's unfettered behavior is even worse than his own.

The bandage was unwrapped, revealing a dead gray skin with shocking blood holes all over it.

Zhou Qi took a deep breath: "So, she was indeed dead at first, and somehow she was 'resurrected' like this? Since the body has the most basic conditioned reflex, does she still have consciousness?"

"So what?" Xu Chi's eyes were dark, hiding a turbulent undercurrent, and he sneered inexplicably, "It's just a slave who can be driven."

"Could this be the effect of the blood contract?" Zhou Qi's scalp was numb, "Put on a skirt, die but not rot, and become a puppet that is manipulated at will for the rest of your life?"

"Just now I was flipping through the parchment book, which recorded many ancient witchcrafts of the gypsies. Two of them were highlighted in ink, and there were detailed notes beside them." Xu Chi stretched out two slender fingers, " One is the blood pact, using the blood of the deceased to keep the soul of the other. The specific operation is to drain the blood of the dead body, freeze it for five days, and block the five senses. A body with incomplete consciousness can only be at its disposal. Every step above is clearly recorded, except for the link of identifying the master which is covered by ink. smear."

Zhou Qi heard cold lips and teeth, and asked, "Where is the other one?"

"The other is similar to a spell converter. A curse is processed and changed on the basis of adding the premise of death. While retaining the power, the curse can be used for one's own use."

Zhou Qi clicked his tongue: "Speak human words."

Xu Chi: "If you wear a skirt, you will die miserably. This curse may not have been created by the Duke."

Zhou Qi was thoughtful: "You mean... the curse on the skirt was first set by Amyrod? It was later transformed by the Duke to become what it is now? And the premise of death is that his wishes must be satisfied. ?”

Questions came one after another, and Zhou Qi felt that one was bigger than the other.

"Let's restore the original appearance of the incident." Xu Chi's glass-like cold voice was slow and clear, with absolute rationality in his unhurried voice, "Nemours is addicted to skirts like his life, driven by perverted desires, Killed his own daughter who disobeyed his order, and imprisoned his wife's sporadic consciousness in this battered corpse with a blood pact. I think his original intention was just to let Amyrod continue to replace him after death. He rushed to make new dresses. Later he found out that Amyrod's resentment was too heavy, and the resentment turned into a curse. Everyone who wore the dress she made by herself would die for no reason. She just wanted to kill the Duke. Unexpectedly, the Duke But he gave the first dress to someone else, or otherwise, discovered the secret. The Duke was very clever, and used the conversion spell given by the gypsy steward to keep the curse on the dress, and at the same time appropriated it for his own use."

"The current situation is the result of their husband and wife falling in love and killing each other, and the Duke winning the final victory." Xu Chi habitually rubbed the black rope around his neck, which was his signature action of quick thinking, "In this way , the problem is decomposed into two parts, one is the blood contract between the duke and the duchess, and the other is the curse on the skirt. The two are the exterior and interior of each other, as long as the target person violates the premise of death, the skirt will take the target's life, When the blood of the corpse is drained, the second blood contract will take effect, and the target will be forced to sacrifice his body."

"So as long as the blood contract between Nemur and Emerod is broken, and Emerod's consciousness completely disappears, the skirt will automatically lose the ability to curse, and we will be saved?"

Xu Chi: "It stands to reason that it should be like this."

"That's the question, how to break the blood contract?" Zhou Qi was confused, but it didn't prevent him from finding out the key point.

"We are looking for the part covered by ink." Xu Chi searched on Amyrod, "Since it is a contract, both parties must pay something. The corresponding token..."

It can be searched all over the body, and there is nothing that can arouse suspicion.Zhou Qi couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. While Xu Chi was still looking for him, he leaned against the wall and secretly drank a few more drinks.He was hiccupping when he suddenly remembered that he had seen the ghost of the Duchess in the corridor - when he was almost frightened by the empty eye sockets that had lost their eyeballs, his heart stopped beating.

This information, which has been ignored by the brain, pops up at this time, obviously indicating something.

Zhou Qi then walked back to the bed and pulled out the table knife pinned to his waist.

"you……"

Zhou Qi pressed his palms down and made a gesture of calmness. Holding the knife, he lowered his head and approached Amyrod's face. He picked up the outermost layer of bandage with the tip of the knife, cut it off, and lifted another layer. cut off.After cutting like this countless times, the almost skeleton face can be seen again.Zhou Qi took a deep breath and lifted the last layer of bandages covering his eyes, exposing the empty eye sockets.

At the same time, the two top emeralds embedded in the eyes are exposed.

There is a mysterious and treacherous light flowing on the surface of the gemstone. If you look closely, there is a thread of blood floating in the green crystal like a young tree bud.

It is self-evident who this drop of blood belongs to.

Zhou Qi stretched out his hand to grab it.

"Wait." Xu Chi stopped, "Be careful, use the tip of your knife to pry it out."

Zhou Qi did as he did, but when the silver table knife touched the surface of the gemstone, there was a crisp sound, and wisps of black mist overflowed from the contact surface, winding up quickly like vines, where the black mist passed, the blade was severely corroded, and unexpectedly Pieces fall!

The accident happened in the blink of an eye, but Zhou Qi was stupefied and did not move!

Before he could react, the wrist bone was severely snapped by the external force. The pain made him withdraw his hand subconsciously, and then lowered his head, leaving only a bare handle of the knife in his hand.

It's so dangerous, I almost lost my life!

He rubbed his wrists, his face was cloudy, and he raised his chin to thank Xu Chi who had made a timely move.

"What's wrong with you? Thinking about life at this time?" Xu Chi frowned, according to Zhou Qi's motor nerves and conditioned reflexes, he shouldn't stand there like a fool when he encountered the sudden situation just now.

Zhou Qi didn't mind his harsh and harsh tone, and explained: "I heard Amy Lord talking..."

As soon as the conversation started, the cabinets in every corner of the room shook like crazy.

Zhou Xu turned around at the same time, back to back, each entering a state of alert.

The next second, bang bang bang, the cabinet doors opened one after another, and figures flew out of them. They were wearing all kinds of exquisite tutu skirts, their bodies were covered with bandages, and they held terrifying weapons in their hands—— Judging from the number and height and shape, it was the guests who died tragically before.

They were suspended in the air without touching the ground, controlled by some kind of force, gradually approaching, and surrounded the two intruders...

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"Jesus offered the Holy Blood and Holy Body to God at the Last Supper. Devout believers, in order to gain God's grace and atone for our sins, we will partake of the Holy Body and Blood and be with Jesus."

The old and rigid voice of the priest hovered above the church, like an old crow that kept chirping, whispering ominousness and fate.

Those eyes under the chair belonged to a little girl.

The little girl wears flaxen braids, wears a beautiful skirt, has an angelic face and a bright devil smile.

"Giggle." She lay there, tried to raise her face, and smiled happily.

"Damn Jenny, and so do you." She sang a weird ballad, "Panic, strip naked, Daddy will kill you all."

Jiang Yu's legs were rubbed with garlic, and fear seized his mind, making him unable to move.While chanting the words "Illusions, illusions, all illusions", he kept crossing himself on his chest, listening to the priest's mass in his left ear, and the scary singing of a little girl in his right ear.

In the confusion, the sentence that Zhou Qi confessed before leaving jumped out: "Before I come back, try your best to delay the time!"

At this moment, the little girl grabbed his ankle tightly: "Come on, come on!"

When Jiang Yu was grabbed by her like this, the coolness penetrated into the marrow of his bones. He was so excited that he almost peed his pants: "Damn!"

"What's wrong?" Ren Simiao noticed his strangeness and asked in a low voice.

At this moment, the priest closed his mouth, and the church fell silent. From the small doors on both sides, two teams of people in black clothes and black hats bowed their waists and bowed their heads, carrying huge golden dinner plates and wine jugs.

The little girl licked her fine teeth, and stroked Jiang Yu's shin with her small hand, as if wondering where to start her mouth.

Facing the naked threat, Jiang Yu shook his head like a rattle, laughing uglier than crying: "No, it's okay."

Ren Simiao looked at him suspiciously, then turned his gaze back to the altar.

The little girl then rubbed Jiang Yu's leg affectionately.

Jiang Yu: "..."

His leg is no longer his leg. After the skirt is put down, his leg may or may not be there. It is a Schrödinger's leg.

On the altar, the priest cleaned his hands in the copper basin, picked up a knife and fork, cut off a piece of bloody raw meat, and poured out a cup of crimson liquid from the silver pot.

"May the body and blood of Christ wash away my sins, wash away my guilt, and bless me with eternal life."

After singing, he ate the meat and drank the red wine.The bloody liquid dripped down the corners of his ashen lips and dripped onto the black robe.

An indescribable fishy smell permeated the air.

Everyone swallowed with difficulty, every pore of their bodies was filled with resistance and disgust, and retching sounded one after another.

The clear chewing sound finally stopped, and the priest wiped his mouth with a clean white scarf: "All believers, please receive the Eucharist and Holy Blood, and share it."