After regaining his senses, Mo Mingke found that he had come to a large room made of stones, he and Yam stood in the center of the room, and the ground around them was sprinkled with the blood of unknown creatures, which seemed to be boiling, and when he looked closely, he found that the blood stains formed an extremely complex magic array. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Mo Mingke moved to a broken stone window, and looking out through the wide opening, he found that the room he was in was at least fifty meters above the ground. In the night, a blood-colored moon stood in the sky, and not far away there was a forest, shrouded in a misty fog, and black strange birds flew by in flocks, making a sharp cry of sorrow.

"It's really eerie. ”

"This is what the Demon King's residence wants. With a smug look, Yamm said, "We're in the west tower of the castle now, do you need to familiarize yourself with the environment?"

"Of course!"

They descended the spiral stone staircase to a passage with no end in sight.

"It's big enough here. Mo Mingke sighed.

The number of rooms in the castle was staggering, and Mo Mingke felt that even if he lived here for a few months, it would be difficult not to get lost.

Yam led the way, they walked through a labyrinth of corridors, and after a moment of strolling, Mo Mingke felt that something was not quite right, only to see that all the rooms were empty, except for cobwebs, dust, and insects crawling around. Then they walked a long way, and the room they saw was still empty, the only difference was that the further down the level they went, the damper it became, and the more bugs there were. Mo Mingke's original excitement gradually fell to the bottom, and he finally couldn't help but ask, "What are these rooms used for?"

"It used to be used to stack magical items. ”

"So why is it all empty now?"

Yamm hung his head and said, "After your soul was shattered, the castle was plundered again and again by hated brave men, who robbed everything of value......

"WTF, shouldn't the brave be the embodiment of justice? they actually rob the good people everywhere? Is there any royal law?" As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Mingke woke up and realized that he was now the demon king who existed on the opposite side of the brave......! It's a tragic demon who has been reduced to a brave experience pack.

Yamm clenched his little fists and said angrily, "In the past, they would be so frightened that they would pee their pants when they heard the prestige of their master, let alone break into the castle and steal things!

"Damn bugs!"

A headless little flying insect hit Mo Mingke's face, he slapped the insect to death with both palms, and was about to wipe the insect away, but Yamu snatched the insect and stuffed it into his mouth with lightning speed.

"You're so good...... Mo Mingke looked at Yam with disdain, and complained: "What are we visiting now, Insect Paradise? Is there anything else in this place besides insects? What about my minions? What about the servants and slaves who say good? Can a demon king who doesn't even have a single minion be called a demon king?"

In the face of Mo Mingke's complaints, Yamu replied very calmly: "Don't worry about the Demon King, I'll gather them together." ”

I saw that Yam recited a series of short incantations, and his voice resounded like a radio in every corner of the entire castle: "All the Blood Moon Castle obey the order, and immediately go to the main hall to wait for the return of the Demon King." ”

"Aha!

They moved to the main hall of the castle, which was a large and empty room, with a ceiling of more than twenty meters, and on the high platform, where the place that was supposed to be the throne of the demon king was now replaced by a dilapidated wooden chair with a missing leg and moths, and the stone pillars that the three of them hugged together were neatly and majestically lined on both sides of the high platform, and the dim candlelight could not penetrate the whole depth.

A figure stood in the middle of the hall waiting quietly.

Yamm walked briskly to the "Demon King's Throne", knelt down on one knee and held the lame leg of the chair, and sang in a high-pitched tone that would make people tremble:

"Open the earth and open the sky out of chaos, and a demon lord for eternity,

The ghosts and spirits will meet together, gather for ghosts and ghosts,

Extreme evil summons a bloody wind and dominates thousands of enemies in the West;

Dominating the 10,000 enemies of the West, winning the Eight Desolations Dragon and Snake,

The south is shattered, and the north shakes the Tibetan shadow,

Dongzhen Red Lotus liver and gallbladder split, the three demons bowed their heads and called the burly;

The three demons bow their heads and claim to be strong, punish the good and disgusting at will,

Blackmailing beggars with small disabilities, molesting old hens that lay eggs,

Hold the moon in your arms and enjoy the joy, and act freely for nine days;

Nine days of unbridled behavior, no one from all directions,

The resumption of the war is held by the red hope, and the righteous and brave hide their faces and cry,

Today, the Demon King is coming again, and the Blood Moon demons are all happy!"

After singing, Yam's big crystal clear eyes quietly watched Mo Mingke, obviously waiting for the Demon King to ascend to the "throne".

Mo Mingke resisted the urge to strangle Yam to death, and strode up and kicked the broken chair away.

"Lord Demon King's anger is at ease!

"Don't tell me there's only one person left in the castle!"

Yamm pretended to be surprised, "It's strange, where are the others?

Mo Mingke showed a skeptical expression and asked, "You've been fooling me from the beginning, right?"

"How can you! Your subordinates don't dare to deceive the Demon King!"

Mo Mingke looked at the only remaining slave standing in the hall, he looked to have lived for at least a hundred years, his dirty gray beard stretched out like the roots of a tree, even if mushrooms grew on it, he was draped in rags at random, and his dry limbs were like withered branches.

Mo Mingke teased: "Uncle, you should retire, right?"

Yamu said: "Don't underestimate this warrior, he is one elite in a hundred, and it is absolutely not a problem to fight ten at a time!"

Mo Mingke looked at the little goblin with disdain and said, "I believe you have ghosts." ”

"There is no such thing as a lie!" said Yam's voice.

Mo Mingke sighed and asked again, "Then what's his name?"

"The subordinates didn't know that the slaves had never had names. They just carry out the order. ”

Mo Mingke said to the old man: "You look like an ancient tree, so I will call you an old tree in the future." ”

Looking at the two teammates in front of him, Mo Mingke couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself, a little goblin who is extremely flat, plus an old man who is about to die, how can such a lineup achieve hegemony? How can it be said that it is difficult to rob the people's daughters? I'm afraid that even the basic survival problem is difficult to solve, right?

"What do you usually eat, are there any vegetables and fruits in the castle?" asked Mo Mingke.

"You don't have to worry about food, we don't lack anything, but we don't lack magic candles and food. ”

Speaking of which, Mo Mingke hadn't eaten for most of the day, and at the mention of food, his stomach couldn't help but growl, so he told Yamu to prepare dinner. At the same time, I silently prayed in my heart that nothing would happen again, the current situation was bad enough.

However, after a while, Yam walked up to Mo Mingke with a cluster of lively maggots in his small hands.

"Lord Demon King, look at what your subordinates have found? These are the freshest and fattest ones!"

Mo Mingke stared at the wriggling pile of white live maggots for a few seconds, his legs fell to the ground, and his loveless face melted into the night.