He Jinshui climbed the stairs and stepped onto a new platform.

The stone platform was equally empty, except for a dining table in the center, on which was placed a jar filled with red liquid.

"Drink something good, please!" said the demon wolf smugly in his head.

The otaku picked up the jar and sniffed it, and a smell of blood rushed to his nostrils. He frowned and tasted it gently, it was salty and fishy, and a little warm, like fresh blood that had just been released.

"Drink it all, not a single sip!" the wolf threatened.

The otaku gritted his teeth, held his breath, and swallowed it in a big gulp. Although he has become a steel intestine and an iron stomach at this time, he is still uncomfortable and wants to vomit.

After drinking it all, he angrily smashed the jar to the ground. With a thud, the jar split apart.

"Isn't it true that humans can drink blood, how does it feel?"

The otaku didn't bother to answer, and he stretched out a middle finger. At this time, an indescribable feeling of weakness came to his heart, and he found that he could not smell a single smell, and the smell of blood that filled his mouth before disappeared without a trace

"It's kind of interesting, it seems that you have deprived me of my sense of smell as well. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, after drinking the blood, let's taste the delicious food again!" As soon as the words fell, I heard a clang, and a dead chicken with hair fell from the sky and fell onto the table.

He Jinshui had no choice, his fingers were like knives, and after dealing with the dead chicken for a while, he forcibly held back the feeling of nausea and wanted to vomit, and took two bites of three. Then he closed his eyes tightly and stayed up for a while before slowly standing up.

There was a tingling sensation at the corners of his mouth, and even his sense of taste was lost. "I'm going to tear you apart!" the otaku swore in a fit of rage.

The ladder took shape again, and He Jinshui strode up. By this time, he had lost his senses of touch, taste, and smell one after another, and a sense of powerlessness arose spontaneously.

He had been calling out to the little stone in his heart, but the call was like a stone in the sea, and there was no response.

Climbing up the stairs, a majestic and tall building greeted He Jinshui's eyes, which seemed to be an opera house, which he had seen in the city of Didu Sleep.

Quietly, a faint singing voice came from within, and there was magic in the voice.

"My private opera house, please enjoy it. Temptation in the wolf's voice.

"More than that!" He Jinshui shrugged his shoulders, stepped on the marble steps by the faint starlight, slowly pushed the revolving wooden door, and walked in.

It was pitch black, and I couldn't even see the road clearly. The singing grew louder and louder, echoing through the hall.

The otaku listened to the argument, leaned on the wall, and walked slowly. When he pushed open a small door, he faintly saw the stage and the light, and found himself in the box of the theater.

He looked around and saw that the audience was sitting below the stage, all werewolves, enjoying the opera earnestly. He sat down, crossed Erlang's legs, tapped his fingers to the beat, and began to admire.

The actors on the stage are all wearing heavy makeup and exaggerated costumes, dancing and singing passionately. The strange and absurd melody accompanied by a high-pitched and piercing soprano rushed into the sky one after another.

The trembling voice seemed to penetrate the bone marrow and began to repeatedly impact the depths of the otaku's soul.

"It's weird!" He Jinshui was dizzy when he heard this, and his head felt like it was about to explode. He stood up and pushed the door to get out, only to find that the door had suddenly disappeared.

"It's not over yet, don't be too busy!" the wolf's voice became more and more strange.

The otaku sat down again and began to concentrate, desperately fending off wave after wave of high-pitched roars.

"Ahhhhh......h

The surrounding glass shook violently, cracks loomed, and finally all of them burst open and shattered to the ground.

The sound waves slammed into the surrounding walls, condensing the roar of the sea, like a giant dragon tumbling in the opera house, and swooping down on He Jinshui.

"No!" He roared, and his whole body trembled. The sonic dragon dissipated in an instant, disappearing with the cast and audience.

Silence, dead silence, silence.

He Jinshui stumbled to his feet, blood oozing from his ears, and he couldn't hear anything. He slammed his palm through the wall, struggling to get out, and fell heavily down the steps.

"Demon wolf, this is what you are capable of, come and kill me!" he was hit hard, but he became more and more tenacious, and the raging flames began to burn, ready to tear apart his opponent.

"Come up as you wish, and we will fight one last time!" the ladder was formed again, and it was far connected to the horizon.

He Jinshui took a deep breath, and went all the way up without looking back, arriving at the final platform. "This is here?" his pupils began to contract violently, and he found himself in a huge gladiatorial arena, surrounded by werewolves, turning heads and poking at him.

Although he couldn't hear it, he could still imagine the scene of the audience's hustle and bustle, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Come on, I'm ready!" the otaku walked straight to the center of the arena, ignoring the werewolves' raised middle fingers and began to charge up.

The earth shook violently, and a giant silver wolf about 2 feet tall appeared and slowly walked over. His face was Hendry's, but his momentum was much higher.

Looking at each other, the silver wolf's eyes showed bloodthirsty madness. His mouth didn't move, and his arrogant voice came through his brain waves: "Are you ready to die, Yongwu Hou!"

"Come on, watch me tear you apart!" He Jinshui roared angrily.

"Don't be ashamed!" The silver wolf rose again, and turned into three heads and six arms, the muscles of his whole body bulged high, and his claws stretched out by several inches, like a sharp sword, and the cold light was shining.

"What kind of martial arts are you, are you juggling?" He Jinshui pretended to be disdainful, and was secretly vigilant in his heart.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, this is the ultimate meaning of the wolf god change!" Silver wolf Hendry's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he said confidently: "Send you on your way!"

"Dream!" He Jinshui's body turned into a form and posed in an offensive starting style.

saw the demon wolf clenching his fists, a bright light flashed in his palm, and under He Jinshui's gaze, he slowly spread out his palm.

The red lightning exploded and disappeared in an instant. He Jinshui's eyes were dark, and he couldn't see anything.

"Is it dark?" he rubbed his eyes vigorously, but found that there was a vast expanse around him, and the audience, the arena, could not see anything.

As he was looking around with him, a sharp claw pierced through the other's Mithril body, leaving a deep scratch.

"Save your mind, Yongwu Hou!" The arrogant voice of the demon wolf sounded in his head: "Didn't you notice that you were blind?"

I see!

With all five senses in his body deprived, He Jinshui finally felt unprecedented pressure. However, his fighting spirit grew higher and higher, and he slowly took off the Mithril ring. (To be continued.) )