Night.

In a certain room in the castle, Xiao Zhimiao looked at the dim ceiling and did not feel sleepy.

The sound of even breathing rang in her ears, and she turned her head to see a red dragon sleeping under the couch.

Not long after Modu fell asleep, he turned from a human form into a red dragon and rolled off the couch.

But he had a big heart, and slept without burden.

She thought he would be wary of her so disgusted.

As a result, after eating with Bopomag in the hall, he came back and fell asleep.

She wondered if Bobomarg had given him a spell or some kind of medicine.

But his resistance to illusion is very high, and it is impossible to get into illusion, so he has no psychological burden at all, and he falls asleep peacefully.

She tossed and turned in bed, thinking about the conversation Bopomarg had with her today.

About her ancestry, her background, her parents.

When Bopomarg learned about her parents, the surprise on her face didn't look like it was acting.

It's just that she stopped talking abruptly, not intending to tell her anything about her background.

Bobomag's abrupt words piqued her curiosity.

Now Bobomarg's performance lets her know that there may be a secret in her, and this secret is something she doesn't know.

Xiao Zhimiao didn't like to have some uncertainties in herself, which would make her uneasy.

After lying on the bed for a while, she sat up at the faint sound of a faint voice from the castle.

From the moment she entered the castle, it had been very lively, and Bopomargo led her all the way from the main hall to the side hall where she ate, full of players talking and laughing, and all kinds of beautiful men who came to her.

After eating, there was also a drinking party.

She said she was a little tired, so Bopomag had her taken to the room to rest.

Listening to the sounds coming from outside, noisy voices accompanied by music, it should be that the drinking party is not over yet.

She got up and walked to the door, opening it.

The corridor was dim, the candles lit on both sides flickered slightly, the corridor was wide, the top was built very high, and when you looked up, there was a depth that spread into the darkness, and the light of the candle flame was radiating and could not be fully illuminated.

There were no people on either side of the hallway, save for the occasional candle-lit figure passing around the corner at the right end of the hallway.

She looked to the left, and in the dim light, she could only faintly see the staircase at the end.

She now lives on the second floor, and down the ground floor is the lobby.

She stood in the doorway for a moment, then took a illuminated lantern from her storage bracelet and headed to the left.

As soon as she left, Modus, who was sleeping on the edge of the couch, rolled over and opened his eyes.

Xiao Zhimiao walked down the stairs all the way, after going down two flights of stairs, the noisy sound of the drinking party became clearer and clearer, she stood at the staircase on the first floor, and there were corridors on her left and right and in front of her, leading to various rooms and halls.

At the end of the corridor on the left, the lights are bright, and you can see a staggered crowd of people, all dressed in gorgeous costumes, full of smiles.

There was also an intersection at the end of the corridor in front of her, and the servants kept shuttling back and forth from the corridors on both sides of the intersection, holding the food and drinks needed for the banquet in their hands.

Their shadows were cast on the wall in the light of the candles.

Each shadow has a different shape, with a strange head shape, long horns of various forms on the head, and a tail behind it, and sharp claws on the hands and feet......

These are all monsters that have changed into human form.

Xiao Zhimiao stared at them for a moment, and in the midst of the noise, she heard a crisp and ethereal sound in her ears, like the sound of chains coming from some empty room, and the sound of striking steel bars or iron blocks.

She listened intently, then turned away.

Behind her, there was a staircase that went down.

She looked down, and there were no lighting tools on the stairs further down the stairs, except for candles hanging on the first and second floors of the walls.

In the light, she could see four or five flights of stairs, and then she was in the dark, and she couldn't see the bottom.

The sound of percussion was still coming intermittently from below, and she was thinking about whether to go down and have a look, when she heard the sound of metal shaking and tapping behind her, mixed with loud scolding.

"Let me out! You disgusting monsters!"

"Dare to touch me, I'll kill you!"

This voice was very familiar, Xiao Zhimiao turned around in surprise, and saw the attendants at the end of the corridor pushing an iron cage in a flash, heading in the direction of the living room in front.

At this glance, she saw a familiar side face.

It's Aman.

Why is she here?

Xiao Zhimiao looked at the corridors where the servants had passed with food before, and now they were all pushing iron cages, and all the players were locked inside.

Aman's angry scolding continued to come, and Xiao Zhimiao immediately went to the corridor on the left and entered the banquet hall.

There was a circle of tables in the hall, on which food and drinks were placed, and it looked like a normal banquet.

At this time, the lively crowd all stood on the periphery and gave up the middle position.

Xiao Zhimiao blended in the crowd and watched as the attendants pushed the iron cages into the middle.

The players in the cage all looked around in horror.

These players range from good-looking to more ordinary, and overall don't look like Bobomag's taste.

She asked a beautiful female player next to her, "What's that?"

The female player turned her head to look at her, saw her beautiful face, and said, "You're new here?"

Xiao Zhimiao: "Yes, just came."

The female player raised her red lips and looked at the center of the hall, "That's tonight's main dish."

The main dish?

Xiao Zhimiao looked at Bobomag, who was sitting on the throne above.

She had long black hair with slightly curly hair, wore a light blue gauze skirt, was barefoot, and leaned lazily on the chest of a handsome man.

Her opal-like purple eyes swept down the hall, and it fell silent.

Only Aman, who is still scolding, is left.

She lifted her hand and tapped a little towards one of the cages.

The attendant opened the cage, and the male player inside shrank inside, not daring to come out, and Bopomag hooked his fingers, and the player was entangled in black dark magic, pulling him out of the cage.

Bobomag let go of his hand, and the male player falls to the ground.

A black, crimson array of magic light lit up beneath him.

A force that made Xiao Zhimiao's heart palpitate came from the magic array, and she watched as the male player had just gotten up from the ground, and was condensed into a rope by the white magic power that snaked out of the magic array, and pierced into his body.

The male player screamed in pain, and the same white light kept overflowing from his body, immersed in this magic array.

Xiao Zhimiao looked at Bobomag and sighed with a look of enjoyment.

But in just a moment, the male player in the magic array fell to the ground silently, his body shriveled like a dried corpse.

Xiao Zhimiao saw a pale blue shadow floating out of him, it was the soul of the male player.

The soul struggled to escape from the magic circle, but was eventually sucked in.

"Too little." Bobomag frowned slightly, a little dissatisfied.

Several more players were released at the same time, struggling to escape, but in this place, there was no magic at all.

They can only be sucked out of their magic power and life force in this magic array full of evil energy, and even their souls are sucked into the magic array.

After the magic circle sucked the player dry, it overflowed with that white light, and everyone in the hall was covered by this magic power, revealing an indescribable look of excitement.

They were enjoying the taste of soul and magic.

Xiao Zhimiao looked at the situation in the hall and could determine that the players in the cage were the nutrients that Bopomag raised.

Or from somewhere else, as there are a few other players besides Aman who are just as angry as she is.

However, the players who were locked in the cage looked sober and were not confused by the illusion.

Bobomargo could have confused them with illusions, but kept them awake and felt the pain clearly.

She's enjoying the player's pain.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Aman finally quieted down, and although he was scared in his heart, he still stared at Bopomag viciously.

"Alright, the rest is yours."

Bobomag, hooked the jaw of the man next to him and kissed him, and gave the order to die to the remaining players in the cage.

At this moment, she looks like a goblin who sucks people's essence.

The players in the lobby cheered and released all the players in the cage.

The magic array that sucks mana and soul covers the entire hall, and the players have no chance to escape.

Xiao Zhimiao saw Aman struggling in the magic array, the magic array was activated, and the white magic power meandered out, and it was about to burrow into her body.

A crimson arrow fell into the magic array, and the crimson magic power instantly spread out from the array, and the huge impact force shook everyone onlookers to the ground, and the magic array was also interrupted.

At this time, there was only one figure standing in the hall.

Everyone remembered it, but they couldn't get up from that strange crimson magic.

"Tick ......"

The quiet hall was filled with the sound of tiny droplets of water.

It was the blood dripping from Xiao Zhimiao's wrist.

Aman felt the familiar crimson magic, looked up from the ground, and saw a familiar face.

"Xiao Zhimiao?!"

Xiao Zhimiao held the longbow that emitted black mist, skipped Aman's shocked face, and looked at Bopomag in the upper seat.

Bobomag had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was not surprised by what Xiao Zhimiao did.

"All said, don't use blood spells for everything, how much blood do you have enough for you?"

As she spoke, her gaze swept down, "Whoever you want can tell me."

There was a hint of helplessness in her tone, and she looked at her like an elder looking at a junior.

Xiao Zhimiao shook his hand, took out a healing bandage prop from the storage bracelet, and wrapped it around his hand, the bandage tattooed with the curse mark shimmered, and the wound on his hand immediately stopped healing.

"No way, who called your forbidden spell seal too powerful, all I can use is blood spell."

Her blood spells are not affected by any forbidden spells, and to her, blood spells are her panacea.

Bobomag looked at her with his head propped up, "Say, which one do you want?"

Xiao Zhimiao set her eyes on Aman.