The interior of the wooden house was brightly illuminated by candlelight, and in front of the innermost wooden wall, a woman wearing a white dress was kneeling under the wooden wall. Although the dress the woman was wearing was a bit old, the cuffs, collar, etc.
Judging from the rusty golden patterns, this dress is very fine in workmanship. It would have taken at least a dozen people to sew it by hand for half a year or more before it was possible to obtain such a work.
The person wearing it was a woman who looked to be about twenty years old and had blond hair. She was kneeling on the ground, clasping her hands in front of her chest, lowering her head in prayer.
At first glance, there are five iron shackles cuffing the woman's wrists, ankles, and neck. But if you shift your perspective, you will find that the woman's back is covered with black chains.
These chains were about the thickness of a tail finger, and they were all submerged into the skin of the woman's back. Dozens of chains, the thickness of a tail finger, and slightly curved, connected the woman to the wooden wall behind her, which looked extremely cruel.
The high priest Nue killed dozens of participants in the death game, but was only imprisoned by an iron shackle and a chain.
As for this woman, in addition to the five main chains on her wrists, ankles, and neck, there are at least 60 thin black chains as thick as her little finger pierced into her back. How many people must she have killed to be imprisoned in the House of Death like this?
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The Apostle's Eye floated next to Su Xiao and successfully detected a bunch of question marks and a name, Saint Tracy.
The saint was praying at this time, murmuring something in a low voice, and seemed not to notice that Su Xiao was standing outside the door.
The white wax in Su Xiao's hand would burn out in just a few minutes, so he had no time to waste either negotiating or leaving decisively.
Boom, boom, boom.
Su Xiao knocked on the wooden door next to him. He wanted to make sure of one thing, that is, whether the saint kneeling opposite would pounce directly on her.
The murmur in Saint Tracy's mouth stopped abruptly, and she slowly opened her eyes. After seeing Su Xiao outside the door, her eyes were full of fear.
"Don't come closer, you go away, you all go away,"
Saint Tracy huddled under the wooden wall, holding her head in her hands, her whole body trembling.
Seeing this scene, Su Xiao's eyes twitched. He has experienced many dangerous places. Under normal circumstances, the kind of guy who yells as soon as he speaks may have some strength, but he is not impossible to deal with.
I would like to ask, what type of person is the most dangerous in a dangerous situation? The answer is the kind of person who looks weak and timid, but who has a lot of question marks when detecting data.
Saint Tracy was this type. She was huddled under the wooden wall at this time, her eyes full of fear, and big drops of tears sliding down her cheeks.
"I don't want to kill anyone anymore, don't come near me, please, please..."
The saint spoke with a cry, and the black chain on her back began to tremble.
Su Xiao took off the backpack on Bu Bu Wang's back, took out a piece of dried meat, and tried feeding it first to see if he could reach preliminary negotiations.
Throwing the dried meat, the dried meat drew an arc and landed on the wooden board in front of the saint.
"ah!!"
The saint was obviously stimulated, and the long golden hair on her head instantly turned gray. Not only that, her white cheeks crackled open, and her exaggerated mouth opened with dense fangs.
The saint's mouth moved to both sides of her ears, and with a click, she chewed a piece of wood on the ground into pieces.
The feeding was successful, but it also angered the saint.
"Why, why should I kill someone? Why should I?"
The chains tightened with a bang, and the saint jumped lightly on the ground, climbing on the wall like a gecko, her sharp nails piercing into the wall, and her sea urchin-shaped pupils were enough to show how unstable her mental state was.
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"Damn it, all hypocrites deserve to die. In order to protect more people, am I the only one who should become a monster?"
The saint obviously has her own story, and she was indeed a saint once, and she is now, but she is a saint on the edge of madness, with her faith, belief, and will almost completely distorted.
Su Xiao glanced at the white wax in his hand, and then looked at the saint climbing on the wooden wall. He seriously doubted that even if he consumed a shadow stone and entered the shadow protection state, he would not be able to negotiate with the other party.
As for using force to negotiate, it is not undesirable, but the white wax is about to burn out and time is running out.
Bubu Wang hid behind Su Xiao, quietly blended into the environment, entered the room, and began to search.
The saint stared at Su Xiao, if it were not for the chains, she would have pounced on him long ago.
After a while, Bubu Wang appeared next to Su Xiao and described the information it collected in the room through the team channel.
Seeing this information, Su Xiao knew that this visit was not in vain. Before the saint went completely crazy, she carved a lot of words and patterns on the walls of the wooden house.
The reason why the saint went crazy was because she was transformed into a war weapon. It was the last madness that broke out before the demise of a theocratic empire.
"Emerald soul, surrender the emblem, sacrifice the leg, cut the spear, seal the song, double, supreme."
As soon as Su Xiao finished speaking, the saint let out a sharp howl. The next moment, her hair turned black and red, and her face was covered with cracks.
"Boss, she seems to be more powerful. Did you add a buff to her?"
"Well, I read it the wrong way."
"ah?"
"Supreme, double, seal song..."
As Su Xiao's voice gradually increased, the saint's sea urchin-shaped pupils shrank and turned into normal emerald green round pupils. Her hair also returned to golden color, and her split cheeks healed quickly.
With a pop, the saint fell to the ground. She seemed a little dazed, but after seeing Su Xiao, she immediately shrank back and leaned against the wooden wall.
"Please don't... hurt me."
The current saint looks 'weak', desperate and helpless.
"Boss, is this woman a little schizophrenic?"
"If that's the case, it's okay."
"That is?"
"Soul separation."
The soul separation that Su Xiao mentioned did not mean that the Saint's soul was cut into two parts. If that were the case, the Saint's danger level would be greatly reduced.
God knows how those who transformed the saint did it. They split the saint's soul, and they only cut off the upper half of the soul, leaving the lower half of the saint's soul still connected.
The left side of the split soul is used to maintain sanity, while the right side is specially used for fighting. The advantage of this is that the saint can be controlled in a certain way so that she will not be able to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.
Su Xiao stepped into the wooden house. Seeing this, the saint's body curled up, holding her legs with her hands, like a hedgehog in danger.
Su Xiao stopped five meters in front of the saint. As soon as he stopped, the saint bit him on the arm. She was threatening the enemy by hurting herself.
"The Feiting has been destroyed long ago, and the war has ended long ago."
"Destruction, end..."
The saint murmured to herself, blood flowing down the corners of her mouth.
"This is the House of Death."
Su Xiao snapped her fingers while speaking to attract the saint's attention.
"So...that's it."
The saint's eyes gradually regained their brightness, and she slowly raised an arm, obviously wanting Su Xiao to hold her hand.
Su Xiao did not hold the saint's hand because he was not sure whether the other party would go crazy again.
A shadow stone appears in Su Xiao's hand. The risks and benefits are equal. Without taking risks, it is difficult to obtain benefits.