Chapter 523: The Witch Trials

After the dance, instead of making the usual requests, he chatted with the guest.

"What is it that you do?" He inquired carefully.

The guest paused for a moment and he chuckled softly, "I thought it was the rule on this island not to pry into guests?"

He quickly tightened up and was just about to explain when he heard his guest laugh again and say, "I'm not doing what I'm doing, just a lounger who likes to play games."

Noticing that the other man didn't mind his question, he relaxed and asked further tentatively, "Then why are you suddenly leaving?"

"Well, this?" The guest pondered for a moment and answered him, "I can't actually come into this world."

"I can only come by the prayers and invocations of others, and this time I have been able to stay here for so long because He has constantly called me and wished for me."

"But now He has stopped calling me, so I'm going to leave."

"Can't I pray for you to come down?" He asked.

"No, you don't believe in me." The guest laughed, in a calm tone, "I can see a stronger faith in your soul."

He was stunned: "A stronger faith ......?"

"She's beautiful too." The guest smiled up, "Your faith is beautiful too."

He paused there, and was quiet for a long, long time, before he replied in a somewhat husky voice, with a smile, "...... Yes, I think so."

"What do you want to leave the island for tonight?" The guest asked him as usual, "Is there anything else you want?"

His head was bowed and he slowly clutched his sarong, his eyes were red and he looked up, but his tone was unmistakable: "I want to leave this island forever."

"I want to kill every man on this island!"

"That's my only wish for tonight, is that okay?"

The guest paused for a moment and then suddenly spared a smile, "What are you-"

"- Make a wish at God Xiang?"

" God Xiang wishing comes at a price, do you accept?"

He was acutely aware that this was different from his previous requests, and the way the other man looked at him made him shiver down his spine, but he nodded: "If you can make it happen, I'll accept any price!"

"How young, one can only say such impulsive things when one is young." The guest laughed.

"He said the same thing to me not long ago."

"But I as an evil god have no reason to refuse sacrificial offerings." The guest looked up, reached out and tapped his forefinger on the center of his forehead, and whispered, "Then as you wish."

He passed out in a burst of silvery-blue light.

By the time he woke up again, it was late in the evening the next day, and he was so dizzy that he accidentally jolted the playing cards off the table when he propped himself up on it.

The fallen playing card had writing on it, and his eyes settled on the Spades playing card, which he found to read

[The price of making a wish is pain.]

[This pain includes yours and that of those you want to kill; I can accept the pain you bring and the pain you produce.

[A friendly suggestion, sometimes it can be more fun to keep the people you hate for their residual value and pain than to just kill them.]

Slowly he clutched the Spades playing card, his purple eyes turning a deeper shade and his breathing becoming laboured, while the door behind him was kicked violently open and his bishop father came in, then suddenly reached out and grabbed him by the hair, dragging the struggling man out as he said to him, "That one's gone."

"Come out and receive the others."

"You will be hosting two tonight." This bishop looked at the sarong he was wearing and his eyes narrowed, "Well, that's three now."

"I haven't seen you dance in a long time either."

He clutched the Spades playing card tighter and tighter in his hand, his breathing becoming ragged, and before he could get to his feet as the Bishop's father threw him into another room where two men dressed in the style of ecclesiastical priests were already waiting, the Bishop grabbed him by the shoulders and stood up, smiling and ordering him to

"These two priests have been waiting for a long time, you can start dancing."

He had hardly made his first move when a priest rushed up with a lascivious grin and tried to overwhelm him, he lifted a nearby candlestick and slapped it against the priest's head, screams rang through the room and he gave a quick laugh, but he was soon pinned to the floor by a furious bishop who shouted in.

His right wrist was stepped on and the Spades card he was clutching loosened as his opponent's foot twisted harder.

As the group gathered around again to view the sarong that was being held down on him, he looked at the Hearts Q playing card, symbolising his mark, that was sitting on the table, pressed against two playing cards, and his eyes exploded with a hatred that had never been seen before.

Kill them!!!

I will kill these men!!!

[...... violent desire detected ......]

[Player Hearts login to the game.

Inside the Sky City, a still-young-looking Quan Zhendong waits anxiously and uncomfortably on a seat in the centre of the corridor, his eyes occasionally peering in with curious, salivating eyes.

In the innermost room, the priest who brought him up tonight ordered the Hearts Q, which is said to be the most beautiful in the Sky City.

He had just gotten the priesthood of the Holy See, and his predecessor above him ambiguously said that to celebrate his induction into the Order, he would be taken to a place of supreme purgatory where only men of the Order could go.

After Quan Zhendong came on, he was shocked for about thirty minutes and then quickly settled in, but he said out of a sense of embarrassment that he didn't need to count his cards for the time being - still a bit rushed for the first time.

It can wait until next time.

But this polite reserve only lasted until he saw the picture of Hearts Q. He looked completely dumbfounded, and the priest laughed, patted him on the shoulder heartily and said that I had saved two months' worth of contribution points to order him for an hour and had to queue, so if you want, I can spare you ten minutes.

Quan Zhendong symbolically pushes and pulls twice, then accepts.

But now that an hour had passed and the priest, who had said he would give him ten minutes, had not yet come out, Quan Zhendong could not help but feel a little anxious, and he looked and looked into the corridor, and finally looked to his left and right, and finding that no one was looking at him, he went straight to the door and knocked.

The door was silent, Quan Zhendong called the priest's name and a faint, "Help, help ......" came from inside.

The voice did not sound immersed in something, but rather dying, and Quan Zhendong instinctively felt that something was wrong, and he pushed open the door violently.

Quan Zhendong was stunned by the sight of hell on earth as the smell of blood hit him.

The draped burgundy flannel tent was soaked through and dripping blood, and on the floor lay three or four unmoving bodyguards, their limbs twisted, blood flowing from beneath them, their pupils completely dilated, and if it weren't for the faint breathing in front of their nostrils and the trembling from pain, Quan Zhendong would have thought they were dead.

Further in, the two priests who had ordered Hearts could be described as "disemboweled", with bones and intestines visible, burns on their faces and faces, and one priest with a bloody, flattened and sunken lower body that made Quan Zhendong's skin tingle --That thing is definitely gone!

The bones attached to that thing aren't always available anymore!

These two priests are still moving, and with such grievous injuries, they're still alive!

Quan Zhendong's mind had gone blank, but out of curiosity to find out what was going on, he continued to walk inside.

"Help, help ......" The faint cry was that of the bishop, the master of the island, but at the moment the bishop, who was so patronizing and arrogant to all, called out with the humility of a poker marker, "Help! ......"

"Leave me alone."

Quan Zhendong slowly lifted the curtain that held it all back as the Bishop's harsh and faint screams left him completely frozen in place.

There was a man sitting languidly on a wide sofa chair, his purple eyes almost black in the faint candlelight, only a hint of purple could be seen between the flow of his eyes, and he was covered in blood as if he had been bathed in it, which dripped from the ends of his hair and the tips of his wobbling feet, staining the floor.

He was shuffling a pack of cards in his hand and asked in an unhurried, almost somewhat playful tone.

"I'll ask again, what's his name?"

The bishop let a whistling sound escape his throat in horror as he broke down and cried, "I really don't know!"

"All I know is that people call him King, and I really don't know his name! That gentleman never keeps a name!"

"Is that so?" He lowered his purple eyes, blood dripping from his long, curly lashes, and he spoke as if with some kind of condemnation, "How you don't know anything."

"Useless men."

The moment his words fell lightly, the playing cards he was shuffling in his hand flickered and he threw one out with two fingers caught between them.

The bishop's heart-rending scream rang out again, "Aah! AHHHH!!!"

The candlelight jumped a little and illuminated the floor.

Quan Zhendong turned his completely dumbfounded head, and it was only by the light of the candle that he could see what the bishop looked like on the ground.

The Bishop also looks as if he has been washed in blood from start to finish, but unlike Hearts, who at first glance knows that he has been washed in someone else's blood, the Bishop at first glance knows that he has been washed in his own blood, lying in a large figure on the ground with an embedded playing card stuck in almost every joint of his body.

This look was painful and the Bishop was already in pain to the point of muscle spasms, but he was pinned to the floor by the poker and could not move.

The Hearts Q playing card that Hearts had just thrown out landed squarely in the centre of the bishop's thing, and blood burst from it instantly.

Quan Zhendong watched creepily as the Bishop twitched - how could this not hurt!

He tries to escape in panic, but in his retreat he accidentally steps on a shredded paper, and Hearts, sitting in the chair opposite, looks up the moment he hears the sound.

Blood drips from Hearts' hair, sliding down Hearts' face that once fascinated Quan Zhendong, but now only terrifies him.

He propped his elbows on the edge of the chair, leaning back as if he had no bones, and then in the candlelight Quan Zhendong saw him slowly raise his eyes, curl his lips, and give him a smirking look with those magic purple eyes.

"You're my next guest, aren't you?"