The inexplicable sound of the bell made the guards shiver and squint at the street.

The streets were still empty, and a rat seemed to crawl through the quiet alley.

But the bell was still ringing, from light to heavy, from far to near.

At first, he thought he had heard it wrong, until finally, the bell was almost in front of him.

Trembling and raising his head, he seemed to see a vague phantus in the light of the moonlight.

The guard's pupils shrank suddenly, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying, and before he could shout, he rolled his eyes and fainted.

"This kind of psychological endurance is still coming to the vigil, or it is better to change careers as soon as possible to have a future."

I don't know who whispered, and there was no sound in the street, except for the fainted guards lying on the ground.

"Sir, nearly five thousand soldiers have been integrated in recent days." An old butler stood behind a middle-aged man with his hands behind his back.

"Not bad." The middle-aged man nodded: "Integrate more than 10,000 troops and plant them in the city as soon as possible." I don't need everyone to have rune powerlessness, what I need is to control the situation as quickly as possible. ”

The old butler lowered his head: "I understand." ”

"If you have nothing to do, you can go down first, it's late at night." The middle-aged man smiled gently, looking very elegant.

"Yes sir." The butler bowed and retreated.

The middle-aged man stood up, poured himself a glass of wine, and sat back on the soft sofa, looking out the window at the city at night.

Soon, the city will be his.

He will become one of the most powerful people in the world, and this is only his first step.

After that, he would start here and become the first king to unify the continent.

Taking a sip of wine, an insolent smile tugged at his elegant face.

It's really addictive to this kind of thing.

"Bell bell bell ·

A faint sound pulled him out of his imagination about the future, and a hint of irritation flashed in his eyes.

"Butler! I need to be quiet! ”

With a roar, he took a deep breath, maintained his demeanor, and took a sip of wine.

"Bell bell bell ·

The bell did not stop ringing because of his stopping, but got closer and closer, almost reaching the door.

"Damn it." The middle-aged man cursed in a low voice, slammed the glass on the table, and walked to the door.

"I said, I need to be quiet!" As he spoke, he pulled on the door, ready to open it.

After pulling it, he realized that the door could not be opened.

The middle-aged man seemed to realize that something was wrong, and his brow furrowed slightly.

"Butler?"

The right hand pressed slightly, but the door still didn't respond.

By this time, the bell had already passed through the gate and came behind him.

"Suzu." The first sound.

A drop of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

It's so weird, there's no one around, where is the sound?

"Suzu." The second bell rings.

He felt faint breathing in his ears, warm gasps grinding against his ears.

It's just that this feeling of humidity and heat didn't make him feel the slightest relaxation, and even more frightened.

His feelings told him that there was a man standing behind him.

"Whew."

With the sound of a soft exhale, he smelled a faint fragrance.

A cold feeling enveloped his whole body, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

For some reason, he felt that the fear in his heart was being infinitely magnified, making him tremble.

The middle-aged man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, gritted his teeth and turned his head.

only to find that there was no one behind him, and the room was quiet only the sound of his alone gasps.

"Guard!" The middle-aged man didn't think much about it, and slammed the door and called.

"Guards?" A voice whispered behind him.

"There are no guards, I walked in."

The voice came suddenly, and a cold, almost warm hand rested on the middle-aged man's shoulder.

"I don't see anyone but you."

"You." The middle-aged man struggled to keep his composure: "What are you?" ”

"When did I say I was human?"

The light and fluttering voice sent chills down the man's back.

As the voice slowly fell, two hands wrapped around the man's waist.

The man looked down and saw two pale and withered palms, stained with scarlet blood.

At this time, there was a third hand on his shoulder.

He didn't dare to look back, he didn't even know what was standing behind him.

It seemed as if something was teasing the back of his neck, and it was a sharp feeling.

He had no doubt that if he dared to move, his neck would be sliced open.

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and he was completely devoid of his former composure.

"Who sent you?"

"Hey, hey." Behind him, he sneered: "No one sent me, I just passed by and came to have a look." ”

Pass by!? Damn it, madman.

The man's face was a little distorted, but he still tried to say as softly as possible: "I can give you whatever you need." ”

"Is that so?" There was some surprise in the sound.

"What a hospitable host."

"So." The person behind him paused: "I want your life, okay?" ”

The man's pupils shrank, and in his eyes, the world became dark, and his own life passed by his eyes as if he were watching a horse.

One hallucination after another made his spirit almost break down.

He saw the people he had killed, as well as the political opponents who had died under his hands. The men turned their heads and looked at him with terrifying eyes.

Black hands came out of the ground, trying to drag him underground, he wanted to struggle, but he couldn't control himself at all.

He died countless times, disemboweled, his tongue knocked out, burned by fire, buried by ice. Every death is so real. The pain of dying again and again is simply not something that ordinary people can bear.

In the illusion, his spirit finally collapsed.

"Impossible!" The man screamed almost frantically.

"You can't kill me! You can't kill me! I will be the king of this country! Everyone, everyone will be prostrate under my feet! The man stood in the middle of the empty room and yelled frantically.

In the room, he could no longer see anyone.

"Enough! Don't kill me, don't kill me. The man knelt down, lying on the floor with his head in his hands, his eyes bloodshot, and he muttered like crazy: "I will give you whatever you want, enough for you, don't kill me!" ”

Delicate spirit.

Anchen crossed his legs and sat on the sofa where the man was originally sitting, looking at the night outside the window.

"It's a beautiful night, no wonder you're so obsessed with ······"

She stood up and walked over to the man who was kneeling on the ground.

A silver coin was thrown in front of the man like garbage.

"In this way, we will take a gamble and block everything for you, including your life."

"On the other hand, you live. Positively, you will die. ”

With An Chen's steps, the bell sounded again, and the man's whole body was soaked in cold sweat.

The sound of the bell seemed to calm him down again, but he still didn't dare to look up.

He just gasped and stared at the coin as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

"I bet! I bet! ”

Trembling, he picked up the coin and tossed it.

When Anchen walked out of the quiet room, there was a trace of blood stains on the corner of her clothes.

The body of a man in the room lies in a pool of blood, with a coin in front of him.

Heads up.

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Hawkers,Here's also a reply to everyone who is unhappy because of things in the group.,Although I don't speak much in the group.,I don't know much about the situation in the group.。 But I still think it's better to chat, everyone should not take it seriously. But because of these unpleasant people, I also apologize to you.,If you think the group is too lively and there is a problem, you can also chat with me privately.,I'll reply as soon as I see it.。 But first of all, I'm not very good at chatting, don't blame me for being embarrassed. Also, I work during the day, and sometimes I can't reply in time.