I Became a God in a Horror Game - Chapter 535

[Chapter 523 The Witch Trial (254)]

After the dance, instead of making the usual request, he chatted with the guest?

“What do you do?” he asked cautiously.

The guest? After a moment’s pause, he chuckled and said, “I thought it was the island’s rule not to inquire about the guest?”

He tensed up quickly, and just as he was about to explain, he heard the guest? smiled again and said: “I don’t have anything I’m doing, I’m just an idler who likes to play games?”

Realizing that the other party didn’t mind? Asking his own question, he relaxed and asked further tentatively, “Then why are you leaving suddenly?

” Well, this?” The guest? thought for a moment, and answered him, “I can’t actually come into this world.”

“I can only come by the prayers and summons of others? This time I can stay here for so long. time, because he kept calling me and making wishes to me.”

“But now he has stopped calling me, so I’m leaving.”

“I pray you come, won’t you?” he asked.

“No? You don’t believe in me.” The guest laughed, with a calm tone, “I can see a firmer belief in your soul.”

He was startled: “A firmer belief…?”

“She also It’s beautiful.” The guest laughed, “Your belief is also beautiful.”

He stagnates there, and was silent for a long, long time, before his voice was a little hoarse, and he replied with a smile: “… Yes, I think so too.”

“Where do you want to go off the island tonight?” the guest? asked him as usual, “do you want anything else?”

He lowered his head? Tightening 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, is that okay?”

The guest paused for a while, then suddenly smiled with interest: “You are—”

“—Are you making a wish to God?”

“You have to pay a price to make a wish to God, do you accept it?”

He was keenly aware that this was different from the previous request. The look of the other party’s look at him made him tremble, but he nodded anyway?: “If you can make it happen, I can accept it at any cost!”

“You’re really young, people? Only when you’re young can you say such impulsive things.” The guest smiled.

“He also said this to me not long ago.”

“But as an evil god, there is no reason for me to refuse sacrifices.” The guest raised his head, and tapped his forehead with his index finger, whispering softly , “That’s as you wish.”

He fainted in a silver-blue halo.

When he woke up again, it was already the evening of the second day, and when he was dizzy, when he stood up against the table, he accidentally shook the playing cards on the table.

Words were written on the fallen playing card, his eyes were fixed, and he found that the spade playing card was written:

[The price of wishing is pain.

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【This pain includes yours, but also those of those you want to kill. I can accept the pain you have brought and you have produced.

]

[A friendly suggestion, sometimes it’s more fun to keep people you hate to extract residual value and pain than to kill them outright.

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He clenched the spade card slowly, his purple eyes darkened, his breathing became rapid, and at the same time, the door behind him was kicked open, and his bishop father came in, Then he suddenly reached out and grabbed his hair, dragging him out as he was struggling, and said to him, “That one is gone.”

“Come out to receive others?”

“Tonight you are hosting two people.” The bishop looked at the gauze on him and narrowed his eyes. “Okay, now there are three.”

“I haven’t seen you dance for a long time.”

He Holding the card of spades in his hand tighter and tighter, his breathing became heavier, before his bishop’s father threw him into another room, where there were already two people dressed as papal priests waiting? Now

, the bishop grabbed his shoulders and stood up, smiled and ordered him:

“These two priests have been waiting for a long time, you can start dancing.”

He barely made the first movement, and a priest laughed lewdly. He rushed up and wanted to overwhelm him. He picked up the candlestick next to him and slapped the priest on the head. Screams rang out in the room. He smiled happily, but he was quickly enraged. The bishop called whoever came in? Pressed on the ground.

His right wrist was stepped on, and the tightly gripped spade card was released when the sole of the opponent’s foot was twisted hard.

When the group of people gathered around again and watched the gauze on his body, which was pushed down on the ground, he looked at the one on the table, which was pressed by two playing cards, symbolizing his number. Queen of Hearts poker, an unprecedented hatred erupted in his eyes.

kill them!

!

I’m going to kill these men?!

!

【…Detected violent desire…】

【Player hearts log into the game.

]

Inside the Sky City, Quan Zhendong, who was still young, waited anxiously and uncomfortably on a seat in the center of the corridor.

In the innermost room, the priest who brought him up tonight ordered the Q of Hearts, which is said to be the most beautiful in the Sky City.

He had just taken the post of priest of the Holy See, and his seniors said vaguely that in order to celebrate his entry into the Holy See, he would take him to a place of bliss that only a man from the Holy See could go to.

After Quan Zhendong came up, he was shocked for about 30 minutes, and then quickly adapted, but he said out of embarrassment that he didn’t need to click the cards for the time being – the first time he was a little anxious.

Can wait until next time.

But this kind of polite restraint only lasted until he saw the photo of the Q of Hearts. He was completely dumbfounded. The priest laughed and tacitly patted him on the shoulder, saying that I had saved the contribution points for two months. It only takes an hour to order him, and you have to wait in line. If you want, I can give you ten minutes.

Quan Zhendong symbolically pushed and pulled twice, and then accepted.

But an hour has passed now? The priest who said he would give him ten minutes hasn’t come out yet. Quan Zhendong couldn’t help it. He was a little anxious. People pay attention to themselves, can’t bear to walk directly over to knock on the door.

There was no movement in the door. Quan Zhendong called out the name of the priest, and a faint voice came from inside: “Help, help…”

The voice didn’t sound like he was immersed in something, but he was dying. Instinctively feeling? No, he pushed open the door suddenly.

The strong blood and blood rushed towards his face, and Quan Zhendong was stunned by the scene of the hell on earth in front of him.

The drapey burgundy velvet curtain was soaked and dripping blood dripping down. There were three or four bodyguards lying on the ground, their limbs twisted and blood flowing under their bodies. It had completely spread, and if it wasn’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 hearts can be regarded as the word “opening the belly” to describe, the bones and intestines can be seen, and there are burns on the face and face. A priest’s lower body? It’s bloody, flat and sunken, and it can be seen that Quan Zhendong’s head is numb — that thing must be gone!

The bones attached to that thing? There may not be any!

These two priests are still moving, and they are still alive with such tragic injuries!

There were still screams from the innermost part of the tent. Quan Zhendong’s mind was completely blank, but out of a curiosity to know what happened, he was still going inside.

“Help, help…” This weak cry was from the bishop, the master of this island, but at this moment, the arrogant bishop who was bossy and arrogant to everyone was screaming like a poker card. The signer, “Help…”

“Let me go.”

Amidst the bishop’s shrill and weak screams, Quan Zhendong slowly lifted the curtain blocking all this, and he completely stayed where he was.

Sitting lazily on the large sofa chair, his purple eyes were almost black under the faint candlelight, and only a purplish light could be seen in the flow of his eyes, and he was covered in blood, as if using ? Blood dripped from the ends of his hair and the toes of his dangling toes, smearing on the ground as if he had taken a bath.

He was shuffling a deck of cards in his hand, and asked in a slow, almost playful tone:

”

Let me ask again, what’s his name?”

, he broke down and cried: “I really don’t know!”

“I only know that everyone calls him King, I really don’t know what his name is! That gentleman never left his name!”

” Are you?” He lowered his purple eyes, blood dripping from his long, curly lashes, and his tone seemed to be reproachful, “Why don’t you know anything.”

”

Useless? Man?.”

The moment his words fell lightly, the playing cards in his hand flickered, and he threw one out between his two fingers.

The bishop’s heart-wrenching scream sounded again: “Ah!! Ah!!!” The

candlelight jumped and illuminated the ground.

Quan Zhendong turned his completely sluggish head. By candlelight, he could see the appearance of the bishop on the ground.

The bishop seems to have been blood-washed from the beginning to the end, but unlike the hearts, the hearts can be seen to be washed by someone else’s blood, but the bishop knows that he has been washed with his own blood at a glance. He was lying on the ground with an embedded playing card in almost every joint of his body.

It hurts to look at it, the bishop already has muscle spasms, but he is pinned to the ground by playing cards, unable to move?

And the Queen of Hearts playing card thrown just now was inserted right into the center of the Bishop’s thing, and blood burst from there instantly.

Quan Zhendong watched the bishop twitching in horror – how could this not hurt!

He was terrified and wanted to run away, but he accidentally stepped on the shredded paper the moment he stepped back. Hearts sitting on the opposite chair raised his head the moment he heard the sound.

The blood dripped from the hair of the hearts, and slipped down the face of the hearts that once fascinated Quan Zhendong, but now only feels fear.

He propped his elbows on the edge of the chair, leaning on the back of the chair as if he had no bones. Then, under the candlelight, Quan Zhendong saw him slowly raise his eyes, raise the corners of his lips, and use those magical The

purple eyes gave him a half-smiley look:

“You’re my next guest? Are you?”