After the dance, he did not make the customary request, but instead started chatting with the guest.

"What do you do?" he asked carefully.

The guest paused for a moment, then chuckled and said, "I thought it was the rule of this island not to ask questions of guests?"

He tensed up quickly, and just as he was about to explain, he heard the guest laugh again and said, "I'm not doing anything. I'm just an idle person who likes to play games."

Realizing that the other party didn't mind his question, he relaxed and asked further tentatively: "Then why are you leaving so suddenly?"

"Well, this?" The guest thought for a moment and answered him, "I can't actually come to this world."

“I can only come here because of the prayers and callings of others. The reason I can stay here for such a long time is because He keeps calling me and making wishes for me.”

"But now He has stopped calling me, so I am leaving."

"Is it not okay for me to pray for you to come?" he asked.

"No, you don't believe in me." The guest laughed and said calmly, "I can see that you have a stronger belief in your soul."

He was startled: "A stronger belief...?"

"She is beautiful too." The guest laughed, "and your faith is beautiful too."

He paused there, and was silent for a very long time, before answering with a hoarse voice and a smile: "...Yes, I think so too."

"Where would you like to go off the island tonight?" the guest asked him as usual. "Is there anything else you would like to do?"

He lowered his head and slowly clutched the gauze on his body. He raised his head with red eyes and said in an extremely resolute tone: "I want to leave this island forever."

"I want to kill all the men on this island!"

"That's all I want tonight, okay?"

The guest paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled with amusement: "What are you doing——"

“——Are you making a wish to God?”

"Making a wish to God comes at a price. Do you accept it?"

He was keenly aware that this was different from his previous requests. The look in the other person's eyes made him shudder, but he still nodded: "If you can do it, I can accept any price!"

"You are really young! Only when you are young will you say such impulsive words." The guest smiled.

“He told me that not long ago.”

"But as an evil god, I have no reason to refuse sacrifices." The guest raised his head, pointed his index finger at his forehead, and whispered, "As you wish."

He passed out in a silvery-blue halo.

When he woke up again, it was already the evening of the next day. He felt dizzy and when he stood up by supporting himself on the table, he accidentally knocked the poker cards off the table.

There were words written on the fallen poker cards. He looked carefully and found that the spade poker card read:

【The price of making a wish is pain.】

[This pain includes yours and the pain of those you want to kill. I can accept the pain you bring and cause.]

[A friendly suggestion: sometimes it is more fun to keep the people you hate to extract residual value and pain than to kill them directly. ]

He slowly clenched the spade poker card, his purple eyes darkened, and his breathing became rapid. At the same time, the door behind him was kicked open, and his bishop father walked in. He suddenly reached out and grabbed his hair, dragging him out while struggling, saying to him: "That person is gone."

"Come out and greet the others."

"You have to receive two guests tonight." The bishop looked at his gauze and narrowed his eyes. "Okay, now it's three."

"I haven't seen you dance for a long time."

He clenched the spade poker in his hand tighter and tighter, and his breathing became heavier. When his father the bishop threw him into another room, there were already two people dressed as priests waiting there. The bishop grabbed his shoulders and stood up, smiling and ordering him:

"These two priests have been waiting for a long time. You can start dancing now."

Before he could make the first move, a priest rushed up with an obscene smile, trying to knock him down. He picked up the candlestick next to him and hit the priest on the head. Screams rang out in the room. He smiled with satisfaction, but was soon pinned to the ground by the people called in by the angry bishop.

His right wrist was stepped on, and the spade poker card he was holding tightly in his hand loosened when the opponent twisted his foot hard.

When the crowd gathered around him again and looked at the gauze on his body that was pinned to the ground, he looked at the Queen of Hearts poker card that was placed on the table and was pressed by two poker cards. It was the card that symbolized his number, and his eyes burst into an unprecedented hatred.

Kill them!!

I'm going to kill these men!!

[…Strong desire detected…]

【Player Hongtao logs into the game. 】

Inside the Sky City, the young-looking Quan Zhendong was waiting anxiously and uncomfortably on a chair in the center of the corridor. From time to time, he looked inside with curiosity and greed in his eyes.

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

He had just been ordained as a priest by the Vatican when his senior said ambiguously that in order to celebrate his entry into the Vatican, he would take him to a paradise that only men in the Vatican could go to.

After Quan Zhendong came up, he was shocked for about thirty minutes, and then quickly adapted, but out of embarrassment he said he didn't need to count the cards for the time being - he was still a little anxious the first time.

It can wait until next time.

But this polite reserve only lasted until he saw the photo of the Queen of Hearts. He was completely stunned. The priest laughed, patted him on the shoulder tacitly, and said, "I have to save up two months' contribution points to pay for one hour with him, and I have to wait in line. If you want, I can give you ten minutes."

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

But now an hour had passed, and the priest who said he would give him ten minutes had not come out yet. Quan Zhendong couldn't help but feel anxious. He looked into the corridor again and again, and finally looked left and right twice. Finding that no one was paying attention to him, he walked over and knocked on the door without being able to bear it any longer.

There was no movement inside the door. Quan Zhendong called out the priest's name, and a faint voice came from inside: "Help, help..."

The voice didn't sound like someone immersed in something, but rather like someone dying. Quan Zhendong instinctively felt that something was wrong, and he suddenly pushed open the door.

A strong smell of blood hit his face, and Quan Zhendong was stunned by the hellish scene before him.

The drooping wine-red velvet tent was soaked through and was dripping blood. Three or four bodyguards were lying motionless on the ground, their limbs twisted, blood flowing beneath them, and their pupils completely dilated. If it weren't for the faint breathing through their noses and the trembling due to pain, Quan Zhendong almost thought they were dead.

Going further inside, the two priests who had lit the red heart could be described as being "disemboweled", with bones and intestines visible, and burns on their faces. The lower body of one of the priests was covered in blood, and was flat and sunken, which made Quan Zhendong's scalp tingle - that thing must be gone!

The bones connected to that thing may not even be found!

These two priests are still moving. Despite such severe injuries, they are still alive!

Screams continued to be heard from the innermost part of the tent. Quan Zhendong's mind was blank, but out of curiosity to know what had happened, he continued to walk inside.

"Help, help..." This weak cry came from the bishop, the master of this island. But at this moment, this arrogant bishop who bossed everyone around shouted as humbly as a poker player, "Help..."

"Please let me go."

Quan Zhendong slowly lifted the curtain that blocked all this amid the bishop's shrill and weak screams, and he completely stood there.

A man was sitting lazily on a large sofa chair, his purple eyes were almost black under the dim candlelight, and only a hint of purple light could be seen between his eyes. He was covered in blood, as if he had taken a blood bath, and blood was dripping from the ends of his hair and the tips of his dangling feet, spreading on the ground.

He was shuffling a deck of playing cards in his hands and asked in a moderate, almost playful tone:

"I'll ask again, what's his name?"

The bishop made a horrified wheezing sound from his throat and cried out in despair, “I really don’t know!”

"I only know that everyone calls him the King. I really don't know his name! That gentleman never leaves his name!"

"Really?" He lowered his purple eyes, blood dripping from his long, curly eyelashes, and his tone seemed to carry some kind of accusation, "How come you don't know anything."

"Useless man."

As he finished speaking, the poker cards he was shuffling in his hand flashed, and he pinched one of them between two fingers and threw it out.

The bishop's heart-wrenching scream rang out again: "Ah! Ah! Ah!!!"

The candlelight jumped and illuminated the ground.

Quan Zhendong turned his completely dull head, and with the help of the candlelight, he was able to see clearly the appearance of the bishop on the ground.

The Bishop also looked as if he had been washed in blood from head to toe, but unlike Hearts, where one could tell at a glance that Hearts had been washed in the blood of others, the Bishop could tell at a glance that he had been washed in his own blood. He lay on the ground in a spread-eagle position, with a poker card embedded in almost every joint of his body.

This looked very painful. The bishop's muscles were already paralyzed due to the pain, but he was nailed to the ground by the poker cards and could not move.

The Queen of Hearts poker card that Hearts had just thrown hit the center of the Bishop's thing, and blood instantly burst out from there.

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

He tried to run away in terror, but accidentally stepped on some scraps of paper as he stepped back. Hong Tao, who was sitting on the chair opposite him, raised her head the moment she heard the sound.

Blood dripped from Hong Tao's hair and slid down her face, which had once fascinated Quan Zhendong but now only filled him with fear.

He rested his elbows on the edge of the chair, leaning against 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 look at him with a half-smile with those enchanting purple eyes:

"You're my next customer, aren't you?"