109 A Feast of a Hundred Devious Tales (3)

It is a special legacy copy

Behind Qin Fu'an, many more masked monsters entered one after another.

They were more at ease than Qin Fu'an, and didn't care whether the early arrivals in the arena were human or monsters. After blending in, they were like a drop of water merging into a river or the sea, without the slightest abruptness.

Qin Fu'an did not find the eight players among this group of strange beings.

He stood at the door for nearly ten minutes, ruling out the possibility that the player was late or locked out. Qin Fu'an raised his hand and gently wiped the mask on his face with his fingertips, guessing that it was probably the reason.

The strange waiter said it was an invitation.

But there was only one mask in the product list, which I managed to snag by being quick.

In this way, the remaining players do not have this so-called invitation, nor are they guests specially invited by the castle owner.

Qin Fu'an looked around, and amidst countless covetous and scrutinizing gazes, casually walked to a long table and sat down.

The castle was brightly lit with candles, but it looked more like a vampire party scene from abroad.

Not long after Qin Fu'an sat down, the crow on his shoulder began to flap its wings impatiently, trying to fly away.

After testing the waters and finding no one stopping it, the little phoenix flew towards the window with even more confidence.

Perhaps it looked too much like the crow outside, because the strange creatures that had previously coveted its flesh and blood remained completely silent this time, not even bothering to glance at it.

Little Phoenix: "..."

It really did look too delicious to me before!

The little phoenix perched on the windowsill, not daring to make the suicidal move of actually flying out of Qin Fu'an's sight.

But it soon found something to pass the time.

Rose vines are climbing on the windowsill, their soft roots and tendrils constantly exploring and clinging upwards.

The little phoenix tilted its head and stared at the vines that had secretly climbed up from the windowsill. Just as it was about to use its claws as a climbing support, it jumped back a little and then curiously pecked at them.

It really just pecked at it with a bird's quiver; it didn't spit fire, and it didn't even use any force.

But the rose vine branch that almost completely surrounded the castle suddenly retracted as if it had been startled, and did not reappear for a long time.

Little Phoenix: "?"

It's kind of fun, much more fun than those mixed and evil spirits in the hall.

It looked back at its father, who seemed to be doing something, then moved its paws little by little toward the windowsill, finally stretching its head to see where the rose vine that had just retreated was hiding.

As soon as its head poked out, it was struck and entangled by an even thicker vine like lightning.

Caught completely off guard, the little phoenix lost all ability to fight back. Before it could even flap its wings twice, the whole bird was quickly swept away.

From beginning to end, the attack was so swift that the little phoenix didn't even manage a harsh "caw".

Behind it, which it couldn't see, its father's eyes flashed with a smile, showing no intention of rescuing his cub.

A strange creature walked up to Qin Fu'an, its eyes filled with schadenfreude, and said, "Your little pet is going to die."

It didn't sound like human speech, and what actually reached the ears of the audience and players was a strange and jarring murmur.

"So what?" Qin Fu'an raised his eyes and glanced at the other person indifferently.

"I haven't seen you in the Ghost Realm." The eerie creature stared intently at Qin Fu'an, then leaned closer and asked him, word by word, "Are you human or a ghost?"

"And what are you?" Qin Fu'an sneered, raising his hand and easily removing the mask from the other person's face even though the other person was already on guard.

Subconsciously, the interior of the castle was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Qin Fu'an toyed with the mask in his hand, lifted his eyelids and glanced lightly at the man in front of him who was hiding his face in panic. He smiled slightly and said, "So you're not a good person after all."

It's a person.

A player wearing a mask and disguised as something eerie.

The mask, which had already left its owner, was firmly held in Qin Fu'an's hand, easily preventing any attempts by the other party to snatch it.

"Why did you choose me? Just because I'm new and easy to bully?"

Qin Fu'an smiled, and under the impatient, even pleading gaze of the other party, in front of everyone and Gui, he used his spiritual power to crush the mask in his hand into dust inch by inch.

As the opponent suddenly lunged at him in a frenzied, crimson attack, a snake tail abruptly emerged from beneath Qin Fu'an's robes, instantly coiling around the player's body. The tip of the tail impatiently slithered around the player's neck, silencing his cries for mercy with a dull thud of bones breaking, after which there was no further movement.

After doing all this, Qin Fu'an casually tossed the player's corpse onto the clean floor, and the snake's tail slowly retracted. He then looked up at all the people and monsters who were quietly watching him, a slight smile playing on his lips, and politely asked, "Is there anyone else who needs me to prove their innocence?"

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Qin Fu'an waited a few seconds, and after confirming that none of the remaining players or the strange beings wanted to come forward to verify his identity, he bent down and kicked the gradually cooling corpse at his feet, then beckoned a waiter to dispose of the body.

"Aren't you going to enjoy it yourself?" The waiter's cloudy eyes were fixed on the corpse on the ground, and Qin Fu'an could even hear the suspicious sound of him swallowing.

Perhaps it wasn't just the waiters who were swallowing their saliva; many of the strange creatures in the hall were doing the same thing, but they dared not easily confront Qin Fu'an, so all the strange creatures were suppressing and restraining their desires.

The stench of the soul and the swelling desire did nothing to improve Qin Fu'an's mood. He indifferently withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "Take this inferior food and deal with it yourself."

Visibly, the waiter's desire swelled considerably because of those words, baring its fangs and claws to invade its already foul and dark soul.

Qin Fu'an watched coldly as the corpse was about to be dragged out of the hall and had its heart and lungs ripped out and tasted by the waiters, and he was already getting impatient.

The prelude to this instance is far too long.

Having been in the same space with these inhuman and ghostly beings for so long, Qin Fu'an was indeed on the verge of being lured out of his true demonic nature by those intertwined desires.

He looked up at the clock on the castle wall.

The moment his gaze fell upon it, a rotting crow sprang out of the clock, circling overhead and cawing in a hoarse voice, announcing that the party was about to start.

Everyone's eyes followed it until it finally chose to rest on a certain shoulder.

Blue cypress.

The name flashed through Qin Fu'an's mind.

The other party was also wearing a mask, but the changes in his figure and appearance could not hide the strong smell of blood on him. Even the desire of this richest man far surpassed that of the other strange things in the castle when he appeared.

The other person stood on the upper level of the castle, arms outstretched, looking down at the numerous guests below. A magnetic, pleasant voice echoed throughout the space: "Thank you all for gracing my Night of a Hundred Ghosts. Tonight's theme is only one—"

He looked around at everyone, and his tone suddenly rose: "The roses in Rose Castle are overgrown, and as its owner, I am also deeply troubled. Distinguished guests, whoever can help me clear the most roses, I am willing to spend all my wealth to fulfill one of their wishes."

Qin Fu'an clearly felt that the breathing in this space had become much heavier, and whether it was humans or ghosts, they all looked up and stared at Lan Bai with greedy and eager eyes.

Desire has form; the twisted, howling black shadow bared its fangs and claws, trying to tear Lambe to pieces, but in the end, it was all absorbed into Lambe's body, becoming part of him as he swelled.

Lambeth continued, “Whether you want my wealth, my castle, or anything else I can do, including my life—I’m willing to give it all, as long as you can help me get rid of this damned rose!”

"Keep your word!!"

"Lambert, I want you to kneel at my feet!!"

"Lambo, I want an inexhaustible feast of blood!!"

"..."

Someone responded with the first shout, followed by a chorus of more shouts.

They were excited, they trembled, they were as insatiable as humans, and they easily lost themselves in Lambeth's promises.

The waiter in the passageway earlier was wrong.

This was not a feast for the guests; it was a massacre that Lambe had planned long ago.

What he wanted to slaughter were the roses outside the castle, and the people and monsters inside.

Roses, players, the bizarre—he didn't want to let any of them go.

There wasn't even a fake team-up permission, and teamwork and profit-making were not allowed. His goal was to make all the players and the supernatural kill each other in the process of killing Rose, until the last being killed Rose, at which point all his objectives would be achieved.

And the masks on everyone's faces...

The mask conceals one's appearance and identity, but what is unleashed is an even more distorted and greedy nature.

Just like Qin Fu'an, who was caught up in it and found it difficult to control his own nature.

All the eeriness, hidden behind the mask, becomes more unbridled than ever before.

As for the players, their fate will be even more tragic than the bizarre events.

Above, Lambeau held a glass of blood-red wine, raised it and smiled, "The night is still long, everyone. After dawn, white doves will replace crows, and some of you will inherit everything I have."

Sweet, metallic blood flowed down from above, dripping and splashing onto the heads of many eerie creatures. The already distorted atmosphere was instantly escalated to an even more extreme climax. Some creatures licked up the blood and couldn't wait to cast their cruel, cold gazes at the other beings in the hall.

A pitch-black, rotting crow perched on Lambeth's shoulder, looking down. After Lambeth's voice stopped, it let out a rough, mocking caw, and then disappeared with Lambeth.

After Lambeth disappeared, the lively, extremely distorted atmosphere did not cool down. On the contrary, because the watchful eyes from above were gone, the murderous intent swirling in the castle became even sharper and more complex.

The waiters smiled and opened the banquet hall doors, and one by one the candles went out. The night was the breeding ground for all desires to grow wildly, but the climbing rose vines outside the window remained quietly serene.

Looking towards the entrance, Qin Fu'an unsurprisingly saw eight players already holding tools such as scissors and hoes, trying their best to clear the roses.

Not only him, but the other players in the lobby also noticed the presence of the eight people.

This game gave them a chance to cooperate, and it also confirmed another thing for Qin Fu'an:

This activity book is a special legacy book.

The players who entered the lobby first were not from this match, but from the previous match, or even more matches.

If we assume that 9 players enter at a time, then this event instance has been left unfinished at least 5 times, and this is based on the assumption that none of the previous players died.

However, the truth is that there were far more than 5 instances of this.

Otherwise, the players inside the castle wouldn't have become neither human nor monster.

[Author's Note]

Lamb: The night is still long.

Anzai: I understand, it won't get light yet.

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