Chapter 6： Bloody banquet

The brightly lit corridors gave rise to a sense of familiarity.

The sound of fighting next to his ear is endless, and then I look at the bald head covered in metal scales. Isn't this the corridor just now?

"I am back again?"

Suren's eyelids twitched.

Did I bump out of a flash of glass, and then bumped back from another one?

looked back again, and the glass that had been smashed before was restored as before. If it weren't for the **** on the ground, he would have thought he had experienced an illusion.

There is also a problem with the space of this manor!

"Illusory Space? Or is it the ability of the'Ghost Seed'?"

Su Lun felt the world weird more and more, but quickly realized, "Sure enough...If you can escape through the window so easily, those guys before will not be killed by these weird dolls."

It was this jump, and Su Lun fell back into the corridor again and crashed into the pile of dolls.

It's good this time, the sheep is in the mouth.

Don't look at the dolls that do little harm to bald heads, but for ordinary people like Su Lun, it is absolutely fatal.

Originally, Su Lun was already lying flat and was not ready to struggle, but to his surprise... these dolls seemed to ignore him, just floated over, and slew towards the bald head.

"Huh... they didn't attack me?"

Su Lun looked at the doll floating in front of him, with a kind of surprise after the disaster, and secretly speculated: "Could it be that the reason for the'surveillance' was discovered before?"

He faintly guessed that these dolls did not kill him, perhaps because the "ghost species" felt that... there was a fun toy, and he was reluctant to kill him so quickly.

This is very painful.

......

At this moment, without warning, I suddenly heard a burst of "click" and "click" fractures.

Looking intently again, the joints of that Marcus were broken in reverse.

is like a marionette, he was hung in the air by invisible silk threads, his head drooping weakly.

Marcus, it's dead!

After this guy died, the sword-wielding dolls didn't continue to besie the bald Ivan, but they also faded away like a tide and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Not far away, bald-headed Ivan watched his subordinates die tragically without warning. He was obviously dazed and cursed: "Damn it!"

There was no puppet beside Marcus, how did he die?

He suddenly realized that this "ghost species" method is probably not just to manipulate puppets.

The bald head naturally noticed Su Lun who was let off by the puppet before, and guessed what he might know.

But there was no time to ask, and at this moment, a closed door suddenly opened not far away.

And at this time, a gentle old man in a tuxedo walked out of the door, and said in an unfeeling tone: "My host invites both of you to the banquet hall for dinner."

Master, meal?

Su Lun raised his brows when he heard it, and it was not a good thing to look at it.

At the same time he heard this, his eyes also looked at the old man who looked like a housekeeper.

He found that the guy's eyeballs hadn't been turned all the way when he was talking, and when he took a closer look, his complexion also had a waxy glow.

Obviously, this housekeeper is not a living person either.

Su Lun remained calm.

The point is that he wants to be sensual, and he can't beat him.

Can Ivana with a bald head hold his temper?

Just killed a brother in my group in front of Lao Tzu, now invite you to dinner?

"Go to your mother!"

bald cursed, raising his hand is a bombardment.

"Boom" butler was beaten to pieces by a single shot.

And at this moment, the low voice suddenly rang again, and he said sadly: "If you don't follow the rules of the game, you will be killed..."

"Humph!"

Bald head snorted coldly, still somewhat disapproving.

But suddenly, without warning, his whole body stiffened.

is exactly the same as when Marcus died before.

So Sulun not far away saw clearly this time, and the bald head was **** by the crystal silk thread like a fishing line, making him unable to move at all.

And as the silk thread tightened, the metal scales on the surface of the bald head's skin shattered, and the silk thread was pulled directly into the flesh, overflowing with scarlet blood.

Suren watched his eyelids jump: "What a weird method..."

Obviously, that weird strength is far beyond imagination.

Seeing that in the next second, Ivan was about to be dismembered into seven or eight pieces, and just one second before his body fell apart, the bald head was a little bit hard before he screamed, "Wait, I am willing to go!"

...

In this way, Su Lun and the bald Ivan were invited into the banquet hall by the butler who had smashed half of his body.

The decoration here is also extremely luxurious, with soothing music playing on the phonograph.

There are a lot of people on the table, it looks very lively, and the dining atmosphere seems to be quite harmonious.

Su Lun was seated in an empty seat by the guide of the maid doll.

He glanced at the people on the table, and he also had counts in his heart.

Although these "people" are sitting in their own positions, their faces are expressionless and their bodies stiff...

There is obviously no living person.

is not a puppet, or a corpse fixed on the seat with silk thread, looks very eerie and weird.

However, Su Lun wasn't surprised. Naturally, he wouldn't think that this "ghost species" would be so kind to invite them to dinner.

Looking at the bald head eating the expression like a fly, he probably knows these corpses.

The two were seated in the empty seats, and the dolls in the maid outfit behind them wrapped napkins around them, and then opened the dinner plate covered with a silver lid in front of them.

When Su Lun was seated, he smelled a strong smell of blood, and faintly guessed something.

When the lid of the meal is opened, the **** smell is even more overwhelming.

There was a reddish-brown liver on the dinner plate in front of him. It was still breathing slightly, and it looked like it had just been taken off the living body.

There are probably no living animals in this manor, so you can guess what liver it is with your feet...

Su Lun raised his eyebrows, not many surprises.

In this weird manor, it would be strange if it was normal food.

He has played a lot of perverted horror games, this kind of plot...not too out of the ordinary.

After a glimpse, his game is pretty good.

In front of the bald head was a skinned human head. The **** eyeballs with nerves are placed in a small dish, which seems to be a "dessert" after a meal.

Looking at the green hair aside, this head seems to be an old acquaintance—the cockscomb head that was killed by Su Lun in the study before.

At this time, the lingering voice sounded again: "The rule of the game is: You must finish eating. Otherwise...you will die."

At this moment, a table, whether it is a doll or a corpse "person", turned his head and stared at the two living people on the table with their hollow eyes.

The butler beside 　　 also urged with a full warning tone: "Why, UU reading two distinguished guests, is the food not the appetite of the distinguished guests?"

...

Su Lun and Bald must have no plans to take the initiative to eat the things on the plate.

But obviously, whether to eat or not, they said nothing.

At this time, a single transparent silk thread has quietly fallen from the beam of the room, and is tied to the limbs of the two.

Su Lun was aware of it, but he didn’t feel any abnormalities in his body.

The bald head on the side of 　　 was obviously aware of what had happened, his face turned ugly, and he was muttering something desperately: "The'physical control' of the mental system, at least the'golden class' ghost species, this is all over..."

He had already experienced the power of this thread just now. He thought it was purely controlled by the Physics Department, so he thought that he might have some power to find opportunities.

But he didn't think about it. Sitting in this chair, he confirmed that the "ghost species" is also good at mind control.

This is the ability to easily kill him.

"..."

Su Lun’s ears tipped, and he heard what he was muttering in his bald mouth.

Soon, he also understood the meaning of "body control".

At this time, he found that his hands were raised uncontrollably, and then picked up the knife and fork next to the dinner plate, cut up the liver from the plate, and behaved elegantly and gentlemanly...

This feeling is very strange. It is not a simple marionette. It seems that the brain has lost control of the body. He can only watch his hands and cut the meat from the plate uncontrollably.

One knife, one knife... a plate of blood.

The bald head not far away has swallowed a popping eyeball, crunchy.

The sound of chewing is particularly permeating in this quiet banquet hall.