Chapter 8 The Dead Manor Owner (1)

Without too much time to think, Chen Ci Nian closed the passenger door and walked around to the main driver's seat. As soon as he closed the door and sat in, Fang Ke beside him had already lost consciousness.

He paused for a moment, and the eyes behind the lenses seemed to have discovered something extraordinary. It took a long time for him to withdraw his gaze from Fang Ke.

Shen Cinian closed his eyes, separated a wisp of extremely fine black mist from his fingertips, and threw it in.

When humans go in, it's their consciousness that makes the weirdness different, but if he goes in with his real body, the weird game can't bear it, so he simply created a clone.

[Ding, warning! Identity authentication error! Error! Error!]

〖New player detected, your real name is〗

In the distant city A, the main system looked towards the small county town.

[Hmm? Wrong person?]

[09:15, step aside, let me communicate with him.]

Yes, the great master system.

The main system just entered Shen Cinian's personal space and was stunned.

It seemed as if its eyes were blurry. Why did it seem to see... the Lord Weird God!

Shen Cinian was looking at him with a smile, his lips slightly parted, as if he was about to say his real name.

[No, no, no, no!]

The main system immediately stopped it.

[I am just a small master. I cannot bear your real name. The system will be disordered.]

Good, merciful, great and strange God, please forgive my sins. I didn't know you were vacationing here.

Shen Cinian's clone looked at it with a kind gaze and said softly: "It's okay, you can go. Let 0915 come back to communicate with me, and don't tell it my identity."

【yes. 】

Subsystem 0915 was just blocked, so it's unknown what happened.

But it is certain that the player it leads is very special.

After all, it was once the subsystem of the number one "Blue Sky and White Day", so it has seen the basic world.

Its voice became much more respectful.

Dear new player, do you have a favorite ID name?

[OK, ID is being generated. Your ID name is: Year-end.]

Do you want to show your new player ID to get help from veteran players and special NPCs? Okay, it's been marked on the back of your hand.

Shen Ci Nian lowered his head and looked at the back of his right hand. There was a black hexagram mark there. People who often play weird games know that this means that the player is still in the novice protection period.

Any high-level weirdo who sees the hexagram is not allowed to attack the player, but must provide appropriate help.

It is said that this was decided by the human believer - well, saint - of Lord Weird God a hundred years ago.

After all, who else besides him would be partial to humans?

Many weird people felt that their God must have been bewitched by cunning humans, otherwise how could they allow him to act so recklessly.

Obviously, 0915 had similar thoughts, but he was wondering whether the main system had been bewitched by this new player.

The main system has been in the human world for too long. Back then, the Master Weird God stayed in the human world for over a year before bringing back a damned human.

Although 0915 was dissatisfied with the "new player" who "seduced" its boss, it did not dare to show it. Instead, it became more respectful.

Welcome to the dungeon: The Dead Manor Owner. You are the owner of the manor, a vampire. The Queen of Lan discovered that you are not human, stripped you of your title of Marquis, and ordered the church to expel you back to your fiefdom in the suburbs.

〖System Tips: The fiefdom is your territory, you can do whatever you want.〗

System Task: Hunt down or tame the Queen's hawk hidden among the blood servants. He is a demon named "Fang Ke".

This is an open role-playing dungeon. There are only eight players in the dungeon. The remaining NPCs are dangerous and strange. Please be careful to identify them. I wish you a pleasant experience.

…

Fang Ke's painting style is completely different.

His subsystem has always been sharp-tongued and has a bad attitude towards him, although he is not good to his own system either.

If the system had a physical body, perhaps he would choose to beat it up.

If he was beaten into submission, he probably wouldn't make such a shrill and strange laugh.

[Hehehe, congratulations to you, player Fang Ke. You're in big trouble! Our boss has borrowed the power of the abyss to give you a great gift of sealing. Hehehehe.]

Is the abyss the so-called god?

Welcome to the dungeon: The Dead Manor Owner. Your identity is: A criminal exiled with your master. (Changed to: Your identity is a jerk even Hell despises.)

[Gained Aura: Chain of Cause and Effect from the Abyss. Description: Every action has its consequences, and I am your retribution. Your past actions determine the negative consequences.]

You have no choice but to wear it, and you will pay the price for it. Because of your arrogance, you have lost the ability to think: your mental pollution has increased by 150%, and you will often be unable to distinguish what is real.

Because of your violence, you've lost stamina: your stamina has decreased by 300%, and you've gained the additional effect: Dying Person. You're pale, severely anemic, covered in whip marks, and shackled. Yes, this is you, the sinner Fang Ke.

Because of your disrespect, everything you gained from this dungeon has been stripped from you in the name of God: the item "Silver Cross" has been sealed, the item "Bible" has been sealed, the item "Holy Water" has been sealed, the item "Bread" has been sealed, the item "Medicine" has been sealed, and the item "Bottled Water" has been sealed. Congratulations, player Fang Ke. You will have nothing left, not even food or water. You can only pray that the owner of the manor will be kind enough to grant you a chance to survive.

"0221," Fang Ke clenched his fists, "Do you want to die?"

[I don't want to, honey. Hurry up and get into the dungeon, honey. The countdown has begun. I love you, honey~]

Damn it, he doesn’t even want to act anymore. Sooner or later he’s going to smash the damn main system and 0221.

…

Fang Ke opened his eyes and found himself on a narrow and rugged mountain road. It was very dark and he estimated it was three o'clock in the morning.

There were more than a dozen people in the group, and there was a horse-drawn carriage in the front with copper bells hanging around the horses' necks.

Kerosene lamps were a classic style in Lan country in the last century, and they appear in almost every retro Lan country movie.

The group followed the carriage and walked normally, but Fang Ke was different. He was wearing handcuffs and shackles, and even a collar around his neck.

Plus the tattered and bloodstained white linen clothes.

Damn, it's like escorting a prisoner.

Fang Ke was very unhappy. He didn't want to leave anymore. He stood there and argued with the carriage.

In the past, he would have overturned the carriage in a matter of minutes, but now he was actually being dragged forward by the carriage...

Damn, don’t let him know who the person holding the collar in the car is, otherwise he will beat the bastard in there to tears.

Shen Cinian sat in the black carriage, looking at the scepter and leather rope in his hand, and smiled suddenly.

Just as the person on Saturday stood him up, Fang Ke showed up on Monday.

How can we not have fun?

Chen Cinian wiped his silver single-sided chain glasses with a handkerchief. The morning mist gradually dissipated and the sun rose little by little.

After traveling for who knows how many hours, the carriage finally stopped in front of the manor, and the knight guards of the Queen of Lan and the cardinal of the church turned and left.

The ancient iron gate was opened by the servant inside, and the old bluestone pavement was covered with cracks.

Fang Ke stared at the car door, he wanted to see what kind of monster came out.

Shen Cinian got out of the car gracefully and calmly, leaning on the scepter in his right hand and deliberately revealing the newcomer logo on the back of his hand.

Fang Ke's eyes widened, and after a long while he managed to utter three words: "You, newcomer"

"What else?" Shen Ci Nian asked as a matter of course, "Where is this? What should I do?"

Fang Ke suddenly felt that this was a particularly good opportunity to provide guidance.

He looked at Shen Qinian's left hand and the cowhide rope in his left hand, pursed his lips and said, "It's nothing, just hold it tight."

Shen Cinian looked a little confused, "Huh? This doesn't seem appropriate?"

No one saw the dim light behind his lenses.

He didn't think it was inappropriate to hold a living person, he thought it was inappropriate for the person he was holding to stand.

Fang Ke's tone became more serious. "There's nothing inappropriate. Don't let go. Take me in quickly."

“In that case,” Shen Cinian suddenly turned around and strode forward, while pulling the collar a little harder with his hand, “As you wish.”

Fang Ke was caught off guard and was almost pulled down. He staggered a bit, cursing in his heart, but did not resist.

In fact, I kind of like it, as if his neck has finally found its owner.

No, no, he didn't think so. What kind of idea was this? It was like he was sick. How could he possibly come up with this?

Damn, it must be mental pollution.

He was possessed by something strange.

Fang Ke's body was trembling slightly. He knew that he had entered a strange state, his mind was excited and his consciousness was not very clear.

If Shen Cinian asked him to do anything at this moment, even if he had to take off all his clothes, he would obey the order.

But how did Shen Qinian do it? He just walked in front of him, pulling the leather rope from time to time to signal him to follow closely, and did nothing else.

Just like that day in the car, Shen Cinian did nothing but fasten his seat belt, which gave him a sense of security of being restrained.

Even though nothing out of line had been done to him, he seemed to have been tamed by Shen Cinian's methods.

That kind of invisible means should perhaps be called "innate talent."

Yes, this is the feeling Shen Ci Nian gave him.

He clearly understood that Shen Cinian was a normal person, not a weirdo with a special sexual fetish like him.

But Shen Cinian's every move was too top-notch in that special sexual fetish circle.

So, this is probably a gifted talent.

Fang Ke was thinking about the possibility of slowly guiding him and pulling him into the water.

Not too high, but there is a chance.

"You can try a little harder," he suddenly said, his voice inexplicably hoarse, his eyes drooping, "I'm fine, I can keep up with you."

Shen Cinian stopped, turned his back to him, and said nothing.

"Really?" Fang Ke pinched his fingers uncomfortably. "If you've seen my file, of course, the premise is that they allow you to see the file."

"I'm a national-level spirit master. I'm very powerful. You can be more casual with what you want. It's okay. I can keep up."

"What I mean is, we are in a hurry. You can walk faster without worrying about me. There is no danger ahead. If there is, just hide behind me."

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