In the darkness, the maid who was arranging the dishes suddenly heard a strange sound, and immediately became alert and cautiously went out to check.

I saw that one of the statues in the room was covered with a white cloth. The white cloth fell on this quiet corridor in the wind, looking so strange and terrifying.

She walked over tremblingly, took off her cloth, and after only one glance, she was terrified.

Ying Meng at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion obsessively stroked the formation on the door.

It's perfect. It was just perfect.

There are countless formations in the entire formation, to be precise, there are as many people as there are here.

Each formation is a new formation. Countless formations are interlocking to form this large array.

Everyone dies in the exact location, in the formation that belongs to them to be exact, but how exactly is the formation activated? How can the resentful spirits reflect their resentment on the person they hate without leaving the two realms of the underworld and the ghost?

What kind of force can achieve such a goal?

Shadow Dream's gaze became more and more gentle, and her clothes were already stained with blood at some point, appearing in the cold wind. It's weird.

At this moment, she seems to have forgotten that she wanted to leave here in the first place, and her eyes are full of powerful obsession, like a person.

Don't stop until you reach your goal.

In the cold council chamber, a group of people stood inside, as if waiting for something. The trial has only now begun. In other words, those who should be eliminated have been eliminated, and those who survive are either strong or lucky.

The Lord of Han Cheng was chatting with the blue-eyed boy, and the two seemed to be arguing about something. The black-robed old man was lying quietly on crutches, and the tip of the tube seemed to be stained with blood, so it was estimated that the female companion next to him was killed by him. The grumpy little girl before, I don't know how she survived, is now playing with a dagger on the side. Dou Cheng looked at the ground and didn't know what he was thinking.

Someone in the crowd suddenly started yelling. "The other group of people, they must know ......"

But before he finished speaking, he was stabbed in his throat. The little girl who Shadow Dream judged to be the most harmless before silently stuck a dagger, "Sorry, it's too noisy." ”

The crowd didn't say anything, and they weren't surprised when they saw it.

The black-robed old man was silent for a while, and said quietly: "That group of people, I don't know where they are now. ”

The Lord of Han Cheng smiled mockingly. "Do you still think that they planned this matter? I think Bacheng is the nameless, after all, he is the only one who is gone. ”

Indeed, everyone waited outside the banquet hall for a long time, and found that Shadow Dream had not come out and broke in, only to find that it was useless to be alone.

Dou Cheng naturally didn't care what they were discussing, after all, the trial had just begun. It's only when the crowd clears the field that it becomes interesting.

The blue-eyed boy didn't say a word, just stood silently in the corner, opened a portrait in his hand, and stroked it gently.

At this time, one of the maids staggered in, unaware and curious, how did such a maid survive until now, and broke into the room where they had set up layers of organs. There is nervousness, doubt, and fear.

The insiders looked at the maid with interest, and it seemed that the trial had finally begun.

After all, there are rules, there is a plot, and the game is fun, isn't it? Watching everyone struggle, suffer, and die under the rules they set for themselves, it is like being helpless, falling, and liberating themselves under the control of fate. A lot like that guy, isn't it?

The blue-eyed boy standing in the corner carefully observed the maid, the maid's sleeves were stained with blood, and she always felt that something was wrong. The maid collapsed after struggling to say the words "corridor ......," with a black dagger stuck in her back.

Seeing that her blood was about to drip on the ground, the black-robed old man rushed over and caught the woman who was about to fall.

He remembered Kagemu's words, "Isn't the best way to ruin this game is for the damned people to live?"

If the deserving people are allowed to live, will the trial be changed?

Thinking about it, a burst of green light appeared in his hand. After pulling out the dagger, the maid's wound actually healed.

He did all this with his back to the little girl and Dou Cheng, so the two of them didn't see it. The only thing that noticed this scene was the blue-eyed boy who had been staring at the maid in the corner.

His pupils dilated slightly, and he tucked the painting in his hand into his cuffs.

Genius talent. No, it's a pseudo-talent.

When the maid recovered, she would only repeat the words corridor, corridor. It can't be a dummy, right?

But since they all said that they were going to the corridor, the insiders in the room didn't want to wait. A group of people gathered together, turned around and prepared to leave.

Everyone in the room couldn't wait for these perverts to leave here quickly.

Before leaving, Dou Cheng put on a lovely smile. "Does anyone want to come along?" everyone hurriedly put away their excited eyes and shook their heads, for fear of being taken out by this pervert, why should this room be left so safe?

Dou Cheng shook his head pitifully and left. Where is there a safe place in a trial?

Led by the maid, the crowd soon came to the corridor over there. In the middle of the corridor there is a white cloth, and above it hangs a girl.

The girl's limbs were twisted into an arc that normal people couldn't understand, and this girl was the royal sister who had been sitting next to Kageme. The blue-eyed boy stared at the girl's death, his eyes narrowed slightly, it wasn't the same person, it seemed that someone had already done it.

The little girl walked slowly with a dagger and stepped forward to observe her former teammates. Just as she approached, the female corpse exuded a powerful yin qi, her skin began to dry and crack, and her pale pupils stared straight at the little girl.

Suddenly, she pounced and opened her mouth, and her mouth was as black as a deep well, full of blood, like a little girl.

The little girl dodged sideways, and with a dagger cut off the head of the female corpse. Unexpectedly, the female corpse that lost her head was still able to move.

Dou Cheng looked at it for a while, and saw that the little girl actually attracted the female corpse to him. His face darkened, and he spread out his hands to summon a ball of flame. With a snap of her fingers, the female corpse turned to dust.

"I'm sorry, my little brother is too scared. The little girl said with an innocent face and tears in her eyes. It's too similar.

Dou Cheng snorted fiercely, if he didn't know the nature of this thing, he would probably be confused.

The black-robed old man squinted his eyes and pinched his fingers, this person died in the wrong position, this is not her array. There is a high probability that the person who killed her knows the formation, otherwise it would be too coincidental to fall on the formation. If you know the formation, it shouldn't be the mastermind behind the scenes, otherwise you won't deliberately make a mistake.

The heterochromia in the eyes of the blue-eyed boy became stronger and stronger. As if thinking of something, he looked back and looked at the maid carefully.

This maid is an old woman. His skin was full of wrinkles, his hands were trembling, his hunchback was very bad, and his spine seemed to have a little strange protrusion.

is generally wealthy, and the maids people are generally young women who are as beautiful as flowers. How can it be an old woman?

When the maid came in just now, her eyes were empty, and she did look like she was being controlled, but now that she had jumped out of her own destiny, she was still following them.

In other words, how can the healing ability of a mere pseudo-ghost genius help a person jump out of a specific fate?

Although her eyes flashed with fear, her expression was meaningless, as if she was really an ordinary maid following her master. The problem is that they are not her masters. This is also a misuse of loyalty. Something isn't right.

However, everyone only regarded her as a messenger, and they didn't pay attention to it, after all, a maid is not worthy of being counted in the trial characters.

She is the one who has access to corpses, and the Yin corpses are not like the things that will appear in the trials of the fairy world.

Is she really just a maid?