As the hair burned, a strong stench was emitted.
The crackling sound is like firecrackers during the Chinese New Year.
Wen Shi really wanted to stand up, cover his nose and retreat, but he had to keep an eye on the condition of the head. Only when he saw it disappear with his own eyes could Wen Shi feel at ease.
The flames spread from the hair to the thin skin on the face, and the burning scene was very terrifying.
The human head is not unaware of pain. The flames act on the soul through the external sac. The silent attic is filled with his screams alone.
However, in such firelight, Wen Shi saw a hint of relief in those sunken eye sockets.
Wen Shi's mood became a little complicated.
Whether it is a person or a monster, if they are trapped in an environment for a long time and cannot be freed, they will go crazy. The same is true for the game to the players. I don’t know where those players who were eliminated in the game finally went. Will Luo Xiao and E Xiu also become monsters in the wall and cannot be freed even after the copy is over
No matter what, you must never be in a passive state.
Being dragged into this mess inexplicably, Wen Shi still has only a vague understanding of many things. He will try to find a way to understand everything more accurately later.
Boom.
The huge explosion made Wen Shi shudder. The whole ground shook violently. No one knew what happened outside.
There was still one third of the head that had not been completely burned. Wen Shi was a little anxious and could only try to get closer to the frame. Before he took two steps, the butcher knife on the edge of the frame became more and more three-dimensional like a relief, and the guillotine part actually flew out directly.
With the whistling wind, it turns like a windmill.
Wen Shi was unable to dodge and ran back to the human head as fast as he could. He picked up the head regardless of the burning flames.
pain.
The skin was burned instantly.
Despite this, Wen Shi still didn't dare to put it down, and held the head tightly in front of him as a talisman.
The madly spinning guillotine made a circle in the air and then returned to the picture frame, and Wen Shi avoided the fate of being beheaded by the three-dimensional butcher knife.
He immediately put the head back on the ground. Without looking at the horrible skin, he bought and took three bottles of potion in succession before his health stopped dropping.
"It's too late."
If craftsmen want to get a picture frame, there is a hurdle they cannot overcome.
Wen Shi did not run out to observe the source of the explosion. The explosion came from below, and he knew something happened at the wedding.
I thought that since most of the head was burned, he could remove the frame with some effort, but now it seems like a fantasy.
Wen Shi pulled the iron frame on the side to block the entrance to the secret passage, and dragged some things to block the door.
“There won’t be another opportunity like this.”
Wen Shi flexed his fingers and said, "I hope that Ah Ling knows how to help."
As a player in the bride camp, she should know what is best for herself.
A figure was lying on the handrail of the stairs, half of his waist was covered in blood, his high ponytail was loose, and his hair was disheveled on his shoulders.
The woman was A Ling.
She was responsible for the previous explosion, trying to prevent people from going upstairs by blowing up the stairs.
Although she didn't understand the situation, the fact that the bride cooperated with Wen Shi to appear and hold the wedding made it basically certain that this was a trap set by both parties.
It doesn't matter what the content is. Since Wen Shi is currently on the same side as the bride, the actions of Zhao Sanjie and others will disrupt the other party's plans.
A Ling would not let the other party succeed no matter what.
As a veteran player, she naturally knew how to leave a way out, and in the chaos, she hinted to the bride to run out first. Facing the request of her own camp members, the real bride followed this sentence, left the hall first, and pointed upwards.
A Ling followed behind and took the opportunity to use props to blow up the stairs on both sides.
"I thought she was running away from the marriage and wanted to block her way out."
A Ling spoke with true feelings.
It is reasonable to blow up the stairs because he is running away from his marriage.
The owner of the castle had a terrifying look in his eyes, and the scepter that suddenly appeared in his hand was swung heavily towards A Ling.
The speed was too fast, and Ah Ling couldn't even react. After a pain in her waist and abdomen, she began to vomit blood crazily. At this time, her previous excuse worked. Although the excuse that she blew up the wrong staircase in a panic to prevent her from escaping from marriage was false, the conditions for death were not sufficient, so the owner of the castle had no reason to kill her.
A Ling was only seriously injured in the end.
Her actions successfully delayed Wen Shi for a few minutes.
Earlier, Ah Ling blew up the upper stairs first. Suddenly, Zhao Sanjie had an idea: "Are we going upstairs? I accidentally found a secret passage that can lead us up this afternoon."
He didn't know about the picture frame for the time being, but because he chose the Monster Alliance, he got an extra private clue and knew that there was a secret passage from the study to the top floor.
A Ling barely propped herself up and looked towards Zhao Sanjie with a hint of coldness in her eyes.
But she soon calmed down. No matter what Pei Wenwei planned, if it succeeded everyone would be happy. If he failed, that would be his fate. She couldn't always rely on a newcomer.
The real bride is missing, and judging from the attitude of the castle owner, it seems that he would first deal with the situation on Pei Wenwei's side.
As long as the bride is not caught, there is still hope. She walked a few steps to the side and sat down on the ground against the wall to relieve her injuries.
Zhao Sanjie couldn't wait to take everyone to the study.
study.
The moment the secret passage was opened, the owner of the castle laughed instead of getting angry: "The cockroaches at home have started to dig holes like mice."
Unless the circumstances were special, Zhao Sanjie did not want to expose the secret passage.
But he couldn't let the newlyweds succeed and let the bride's camp win.
In the darkness, the castle owner walked in front with his back to the three players.
No one dared to think of stabbing him in the back.
"I had someone recast the frame after the artisan died," the castle owner said with an evil smile, "and I threw the artisan's bones into the blood pool to melt them and used them as consumables for the frame."
Such deep resentment cannot be burned out in a short period of time.
Picture frame
The three of them took note of the information.
The owner of the castle walked slowly to the exit of the secret passage. The smell of burning wafted through the cracks in the wall. Through the wall, he could faintly hear howling from the inner room, which meant that Wen Shi's situation was not over yet.
Zhao Sanjie followed at the end. His skill was [Theft], which could be activated once for 50 points. This skill could be used an unlimited number of times per game, and it seemed very powerful on the surface, but the success rate was not high, and there was no guarantee that he could steal anything from the target player's backpack.
But it fits Wen Shi just right.
First of all, he is a new player, and his existing points cannot activate the game mall, so most of the props are obtained from this copy. Secondly, Wen Shi must have a trump card to survive until now, and after thinking about it, this trump card can only be a prop.
Later he would find the right moment to use his skills before Wenshi was killed by the owner of the castle.
When players with a strong sixth sense are [stolen], they sometimes feel like fighting back. When people are at the critical moment of life and death, they are just nervous and have no energy to care about other things.
What Zhao Sanjie was waiting for was the moment when Wen Shi was dying.
Only the skull was left of the human head, and the flame burned more slowly towards the back.
"He's coming, he's coming." The man's head turned towards the secret passage, and even the flames could not extinguish the fear on his face.
Wen Shi knew it was too late. The owner of the castle possessed unrivaled power, and the things blocking the secret room only lasted for three or four seconds.
Wen Shi stood where he was, watching coldly as the torture instruments piled outside the secret room collapsed.
The owner of the castle, wearing a gorgeous dress, finally appeared in Wen Shi's field of vision.
The two sides faced each other, but this was not the closest Wen Shi had ever been to death. The closest was the night he knocked on the other party's door.
"Congratulations on your wedding." Wen Shi was the first to congratulate sincerely.
Zhao Sanjie, who was still calculating when to release his skills, was stunned when he saw this. He didn't understand how this newcomer could still be so calm at this time.
Chu An: "Now I really admire him a little bit."
The owner of the castle laughed sinisterly, "Rats are real, they're everywhere."
He moved closer step by step, holding the scepter stained with A Ling's blood. The owner of the castle was naturally tall, and the shadow cast by the firelight made people feel oppressive.
Boom.
The sudden noise slowed down the owner of the castle a little.
Boom, boom.
It was indeed a knock on the door.
Zhao Sanjie and others also looked over with confusion. The stairs had been blown up and the upward passage was blocked, so how could someone be knocking on the door
The visitors were polite, but not numerous.
There was a loud bang after the knock on the door, and the heavy locked door was kicked open and shattered into pieces on the spot.
Wen Shi knew who was coming, and a smile appeared on his lips again.
Others who were unaware of the situation only felt the cold wind blowing in their faces.
The woman outside the door stood with a sword in her hand. Her beautiful brows revealed a murderous aura that diluted the beauty of her appearance.
Chu An and Li looked at each other in bewilderment. Who was this NPC? Judging from his aura, he must be a boss.
The moment the woman walked in, her noble aura was revealed, like a golden dragon entering a hall, making people dare not feel the slightest bit of offense.
"Very good." She kept a smile on her lips, as if she couldn't see the terrifying owner of the castle and was as comfortable as strolling in the garden.
Everyone present heard these two light words clearly.
Xie Tangyan was in a really good mood. Wen Shi was too worry-free and could always make decisions, so she had been holding back and not taking action. Now that he was in trouble, she could finally do what she wanted.
The owner of the castle held a scepter in his hand and looked at the uninvited guest coldly.
Chu An whispered to Li, "Bosses don't usually fight easily. Don't be distracted. The burning head on the ground is weird. Kill it first."
Pei Wenwei took great pains to come up and burn a head to prove that this matter was very important.
Mr. Li nodded and was about to take a step forward when he was forced back by the strong wind in the air.
A cold light flashed, and Xie Tangyan drew his sword and stabbed directly at the owner of the castle.
Mr. Li was shocked and quickly took a few steps back. Are you going to hit me just like that
The owner of the castle narrowed his eyes and said, "So it was you who was doing this in secret."
He has been trying to find out who was trying to hurt him with a hidden weapon.
Xie Tangyan has always been a ruthless person who doesn't talk much. The next second, his figure disappeared from the spot. The treetops outside were just shaking gently, but there was a strong wind in the attic. If you didn't know, you would think it was a demon that had descended to the world.
The strong reflection made people avoid their sight. The person closest to the cold light was Zhao Sanjie. He was behind the owner of the castle and seemed to be locked in the attack range.
Zhao Sanjie stepped back in a hurry, only having time to see the hairpin inserted diagonally in her temple.
The cold fragrance brought by the woman's sword and sleeves was more frightening than the burnt smell of a burning human head.
For the first time, Zhao Sanjie felt what true murderous intent was. In an instant, all his pores opened up and his legs became so weak that he could not move.
In just a few seconds, he was sweating profusely.
It was not until the moment Xie Tangyan stopped that Zhao Sanjie realized what was happening and hurriedly touched his neck with his hand. He felt a stinging pain, but no blood spurted out. He was immediately overjoyed.
"No, I'm not dead."
At that moment just now, Zhao Sanjie really thought he was going to die.
The reason he didn't die was entirely due to the fact that Xie Tangyan's primary target was the owner of the castle.
The scepter slammed lightly on the ground, and the unstoppable three-foot sword was suppressed by an invisible force. Two powerful forces confronted each other in mid-air, and the space was almost distorted.
Xie Tangyan's sword finally stopped at the Adam's apple of the castle owner.
The castle owner's scepter was aimed at Wen Shi, and it was obvious that he was planning to kill Wen Shi first.
Blown by a strange airflow, Xie Tangyan was unable to move forward and the palm of her hand holding the sword was numb from the shock. However, she also succeeded in making the owner of the castle feel the coldness of the sword tip and stopped him from killing her.
Xie Tangyan held his breath and stared at the owner of the castle, but his peripheral vision was paying attention to Wen Shi. He gently called him "brother" and asked, "Are you okay?"
Wen Shi shook his head. He was still carrying the harp that he had stolen from the Earl's room. Tonight, one of the siblings was trying to steal money, and the other was trying to kill someone.
Xie Tangyan seemed to have read his emotions, and her smile made her look even more stunning: "You are wrong, it is the brother who came to cheat me of money, and the sister who came to cheat me of sex... Do you remember what I said during the day?"
The knowledge in the book is very interesting, especially the description of the butterfly effect, which is fascinating.
Wen Shi seemed to understand what she was going to do. He opened his mouth slightly and looked over with a little shock.
"You've been saying that he has a charming aura," Xie Tangyan stared at the pale face of the castle owner and asked, "What about now?"
She took off the small gourd that Wen Shi had given her that could conceal her breath with one hand and threw it back to him.
The distance was so close and without props to cover it up, the owner of the castle finally discovered that the real source of the smell was not Wen Shi, but the woman in front of him.
Tenacious, extremely unrestrained, and full of warmth of soul.
Xie Tangyan raised her eyes to look at the owner of the castle again and asked word by word, "Who is more beautiful, me or the perfect bride in your mind?"
Which is beautiful
Which is beautiful
Which is beautiful
To the owner of the castle, these two simple and plain words sounded dozens of times harsher than the cuckoo's call in the dining room.
Finally, the calm mask of the castle owner was torn to pieces, and his deepening eyes revealed a hint of ferocity.
Every game has a basic setting. In this copy, the most perfect bride in the castle owner's mind can only be a painting created by him.
The painting is cold, without the breath of a living soul. So the real bride's temperament is cold, lacking the liveliness brought by human emotions, which makes her beauty only delicate compared to the gorgeous Xie Tangyan.
From soul to body, Xie Tangyan stands in a higher hall.
The castle owner's belief in "beauty" is shaken, and when he inevitably begins to agree that the paintings are slightly inferior, the basic settings of the entire copy will be overturned.
The castle owner's eyes flashed with murderous intent.
"Kill her, kill her..."
A thought was clamoring wildly in my mind: This person should not appear in this world.
The owner of the castle tightly grasped the scepter, and then his limbs trembled uncoordinatedly like a robot with damaged parts: "Answer her, answer her."
Wen Shi looked at this scene with his fingers clenched.
From the moment the owner of the castle uttered the word "fragrance" for the first time, he had already planted some hidden dangers for himself.
But Wen Shi couldn’t understand why, when there were countless parallel selves in the parallel world, it was Xie Tangyan who came, and why the owner of the castle fell in love with her soul at first sight
This cannot be explained by a mere 2B luck value.
During the self-contradictory conversation, Xie Tangyan did not take the opportunity to stab the other party to death with a sword.
She thought about the consequences of a loose nail.
Xie Tangyan talked to Wen Shi calmly: "Don't be afraid, I asked the questions, I did the work, and I will take responsibility if there are any problems."
The floor beneath my feet was shaking, the movement was even louder than the previous explosion. Thunder and lightning were thundering outside the window, and the rumbling lightning illuminated the entire attic.
Half of the castle owner's face was illuminated, and his handsome face was distorted in pain.
Zhao Sanjie had never experienced such a scene before. The terrifying energy leaking out of the castle owner's body spread to this side, leaving several bloody holes on his body. He moved to the side in embarrassment.
Regardless of the pain from his injuries, Zhao Sanjie looked out the window in horror: "What did you do? What did you do?!"
Chu An and Mr. Li were not in a much better situation either, and they hurriedly looked for a place to hide.
Fearing that everything was not intense enough, Xie Tangyan continued to question: "Are you still getting married?"
Every word was like a knife piercing the heart, and the scepter in the hands of the castle owner was almost crushed.
"Marry?"
"Let's marry."
"Why not get married?"
Xie Tangyan's beautiful lips uttered questions tinged with venom, far superior to the devil's whispers.
On this day, the owner of the castle was completely afraid of marriage.
At the moment when the castle owner's worldview collapsed, a deep and unfathomable crack appeared in the dark clouds that suddenly gathered outside, as if to suck everything in. The road was broken into pieces, and rocks rolled everywhere. The end of the world was just like this. At the end of the abyss, a pair of eyes slowly opened, piercing through the void, piercing through the thick castle walls, and looked at the embarrassed figures in the castle.
For some reason, that extremely terrifying gaze passed by Xie Tangyan and fell accurately on Wen Shi.
At the same time, the place in Wen Shi's body where the peace locket was integrated felt extremely hot, and the familiar pain made him unable to stand steadily.
Wen Shi covered his chest and closed his eyes tightly. An inexplicable thought flashed through his mind -
The butterfly's wings moved.
(End of this chapter)