The one who should get out of Fu Yusheng's life is this disgusting, filthy thing.

Hurt him?

We'll see who has the last laugh at the banquet.

Fu Yu tightened her arms, her thick eyelashes casting a fan-shaped shadow on her eyelids.

The four teams gathered at the castle entrance.

Mu Yanshi handed the black silk ribbon to Fu Yu, gesturing for her to tie it for him.

In the moment he lost his sight, he could only rely on Fu Yu's guidance to move forward.

He had to hold onto Fu Yu's hand tightly.

They never leave each other's side.

Mu Yanshi had a strange idea.

If he really went blind, would Fu Yu become his eyes, never leaving his side for even a second?

He could brazenly monopolize all of Fu Yu's attention.

Like a drowning dog that has been bullied and is suffering from separation anxiety, it wags its tail and snuggles into its owner's arms, trying to get its owner's face covered in its saliva.

The castle was dark and damp, with the sound of dripping water echoing inside.

The colorful stained-glass windows overhead form an image of the Virgin Mary, which reflects the sunlight outside and shines on the very center of the castle.

Pure and tragic.

Fu Yu and Mu Yan were the first pair to enter.

Song Yichen and Jiang Lu, as the second-place finishers, will be able to enter the castle after 10 minutes.

Ten minutes later, Song Yichen glanced at his watch and, without waiting for the host to remind him, said, "Can we go in now?"

"It seems that male guest number four is already impatient."

The host smiled and handed the ribbon to Jiang Lu, but Jiang Lu didn't take it. Instead, she gestured to Song Yichen to tie it himself.

Song Yichen took the ribbon, blindfolded himself, and spoke in a cold and aloof tone.

"Let's go."

He no longer has time to play along with these people.

Mu Yanshi, you must die today.