After the dance, he did not make a request as usual, but chatted with the guest.
"What do you do?" he asked carefully.
The guest paused for a moment. He chuckled and said, "I think it is the rule of this island not to ask the guest?"
He tensed up quickly. Just about to explain, he heard the customer smile again and said: "I have nothing to do, just an idler who likes to play games."
Realizing that the other party didn't mind asking questions by himself, he relaxed and asked further tentatively: "Then why are you leaving suddenly?"
"Well, this one?" The guest pondered for a moment and answered him, "I can't actually come into this world."
"I can only come by the prayers and calls of others. I can stay here for so long this time because He keeps calling me and making wishes to me."
"But now He has stopped calling me, so I am leaving."
"I pray that you will come, can't you?" he asked.
"No, you don't believe in me." The guest laughed in a calm tone, "I can see a stronger faith in your soul."
He was startled: "A firmer belief...?"
"She is also beautiful." The guest laughed, "Your faith is also beautiful."
He stopped there, and remained silent for a long, long time, before his voice was a little hoarse, and he answered with a smile: "... Yes, I think too."
"Where do you want to go to the outlying island tonight?" The guest asked him as usual, "Do you have anything else you want?"
He lowered his head and slowly tightened the gauze on his body. He raised his head with red eyes, but his tone was extremely decisive: "I want to leave this island forever."
"I want to kill all the men on this island!"
"This is my only wish tonight, okay?"
The guest paused for a while, then suddenly smiled interestingly: "You are"
"Are you making a wish to God?"
"There is a price to make a wish to God, do you accept it?"
He was keenly aware that this was different from his previous requirements. The look in his eyes made him tremble, but he still nodded: "If you can achieve it, I can accept it at any price!"
"It's really young. People only say such impulsive words when they are young." The guest smiled.
"He said this to me not too long ago."
"But as a Cthulhu, I have no reason to refuse sacrifices." The guest raised his head, stretched out his index finger and tapped his forehead, whispering, "That's as you wish."
He passed out in a silver-blue halo.
By the time he woke up again, it was already the evening of the next day. He was dizzy, and when he stood up on the table, he accidentally shook the playing cards off the table.
Words were written on the falling playing card, his eyes were fixed, and he found that the spades playing card said:
The price of wishing is pain.
This pain includes yours and those of the people you want to kill. I can accept the pain you bring and the pain you cause.
A friendly suggestion, sometimes it’s more fun to keep the people you hate for squeezing surplus value and pain than just killing them.
He slowly squeezed the card of spades tightly, his purple eyes darkened and his breathing became rapid. At the same time, the door behind him was kicked open, his bishop father walked in, and then suddenly reached out and grabbed it. His hair dragged the struggling him out, and said to him, "That one is gone."
"Come out and receive others."
"You are going to receive two tonight." The bishop looked at the gauze on his body, his eyes narrowed, "Well, now there are three."
"It's been a long time since I watched you dance."
He gripped the card of spades in his hand tighter and tighter, and his breathing became heavy. Before the bishop father threw him into another room, there were already two people dressed in the style of the Holy See priest waiting. The bishop grabbed his shoulder and stood up, smiling and commanding him:
"These two priests have been waiting for a long time, you can start dancing."
Before he made his first move, a priest rushed up, trying to overwhelm him. He lifted the candlestick beside him and slapped the priest's head, screaming in the room. He smiled happily, but soon he was pushed to the ground by the man who was called in by the furious bishop.
His right wrist was stepped on, and the tightly held card of spades was released when the opponent's foot twisted hard.
When the group of people got up again and watched the gauze that was pushed down on the ground, he looked at the card that was placed on the table and pressed by two playing cards, which symbolized his number of hearts. Playing cards, an unprecedented hatred erupted in his eyes.
Kill them! !
I want to kill these men! !
… Vigorous desire detected…
Player hearts log into the game.
Surrounded by the Sky City, the young Quan Zhendong waited anxiously and uncomfortably on a seat in the center of the corridor. From time to time, he looked inside with curious and coveted eyes.
In the innermost room, the priest who brought him up tonight ordered the Q of the Heart in the Sky City, which is said to be the most beautiful.
He had just obtained the position of priest of the Holy See, and the senior above him said ambiguously that to celebrate his entry into the Holy See, he would take him to a pure land of bliss where only men of the Holy See can go.
After Quan Zhendong came up, he was shocked for about thirty minutes, and then quickly adapted, but out of a kind of embarrassment, he said that he didn't need to count the cards for the time being and he was still a little anxious the first time.
Can wait until next time.
But this kind of polite reservedness only lasted until he saw the photo of Heart Q. He was completely stunned. The priest laughed and patted his shoulder tacitly, saying that I had accumulated two months of contribution points. You can order him for an hour, and you have to line up. If you want, I can even give you ten minutes.
Quan Zhendong pushed and pulled symbolically twice, and then accepted.
But now an hour has passed. The priest who said he would give him ten minutes has not yet come out. Quan Zhendong couldn't help but feel a little anxious. He looked in the corridor and looked around, and finally looked around twice and found that no one was paying attention. He couldn't bear it, walked over and knocked on the door.
There was no movement in the door, Quan Zhendong called out the priest's name, and a faint voice came from inside: "Help, help..."
The voice didn't sound like being immersed in something, but dying. Quan Zhendong felt wrong instinctively, and he slammed the door open.
A strong blood rushed toward his face, and Quan Zhendong was stunned by the scene of hell on earth.
The dangling burgundy velvet tent was soaked, dripping blood ticking down, lying on the ground were three or four bodyguards who were already motionless. It spread completely. If it weren't for the weak breathing in front of the nose and the trembling from the pain, Quan Zhendong almost thought they were dead.
Going further inside, the two priests who have ordered the red peaches can be described as "open-mouthed". The bones and intestines can be seen. There are burns on the face and face. There is a priest's. The lower body was bloody, and it was flat and sunken. It could be seen that the thing that Quan Zhendong's scalp was tingling must be gone!
The bones attached to that thing might not be there!
These two priests are still moving, and with such tragic injuries, they are still alive!
There were still screams from the innermost part of the tent, and Quan Zhendong's mind was completely blank, but out of curiosity to know what happened, he was still walking inside.
"Help, help..." The faint cry was from the bishop, the owner of this island, but at this moment the arrogant and arrogant bishop shouted as humble as a poker marker, "help... "
"Let me go."
Quan Zhendong slowly lifted the curtain that blocked all of this amidst the bishop's stern and faint scream, and he stayed in place completely.
There was a person sitting lazily on a large sofa chair. His purple eyes were almost black under the faint candlelight. Only a trace of purple light could be seen in the flow of eyes. His body was full of blood, as if he was washed with blood. After taking a bath, blood dripped from the ends of his hair and his dangling toes, smudging on the ground.
He was shuffling a deck of playing cards in his hand, and asked unhurriedly, almost playfully:
"I'll ask again, what's his name?"
The bishop made a wheezing sound from his throat in horror, and he cried in disintegration: "I really don't know!"
"I only know that people call him the king, I really don't know what his name is! That gentleman never gave a name!"
"Really?" He lowered his purple eyes, and blood dripped from his slender and curled eyelashes, his tone seemed to be condemned, "Why don't you know anything."
"Useless man."
The moment his words fell lightly, the playing cards in his hand flashed, and they were caught by two fingers and threw one out.
The bishop's heart-piercing scream sounded again: "Ah!!! Ah!!!"
The candlelight jumped, illuminating the ground.
Quan Zhendong turned his completely dull head, and he could see clearly the appearance of the bishop on the ground by the light of a candle.
The bishop seems to have been washed in blood from beginning to end, but unlike the red peach, the red peach knows that it was washed by other people's blood, but the bishop knew that he was washed by his own blood. He was lying in a large font. On the ground, there was an embedded playing card inserted in almost every joint of the body.
It was painful at this sight. The bishop was already so painful that his muscles cramped, but he was nailed to the ground by playing cards and could not move.
And the card of Hearts Q that had just been thrown out was inserted impartially in the center of the bishop's thing, and the blood exploded from there in an instant.
Quan Zhendong watched the bishop convulsively, how could it not hurt!
He tried to escape in horror, but accidentally stepped on the shredded paper when he backed away. The heart sitting on the opposite chair raised his head when he heard the sound.
The blood dripped from Hongtao's hair, and it fell off the face of Hongtao that once fascinated Quan Zhendong, but now he only felt scared.
He propped his elbows on the edge of the chair, leaning on the back of the chair as if there were no long bones, and then under the candlelight, Quan Zhendong saw him slowly raising his eyes, curling the corners of his lips, and using those enchanting purple eyes. Glancing at him with a faint smile:
"You are my next guest, are you?"
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