Life Dungeon Game

Qi Rui had been playing on her phone the whole way, and only after walking quite a distance did she complain, "Aren't we there yet?"

"arrive."

He Ao pointed to a secluded alley in front of him and went inside.

"So you like this kind of style."

Qi Rui followed He Ao inside.

The two stopped in the middle of the alley.

There are no surveillance cameras here.

Qi Rui looked around, then pulled out several tissues from her small bag. After hesitating for a moment, she placed her bag on the ground with the tissues as a cushion and said with some disdain, "Let's begin."

“Hmm,” He Ao nodded slightly, looking at Qi Rui who had already started taking off her jacket, “Why do you want to kill me?”

"What did you say?"

Qi Rui froze, then put her jacket back on and walked toward her small bag. "You're crazy, I'm not playing with you anymore."

He Ao grabbed her hand that was reaching for the small bag and slammed her against the wall with a bang. "A hint: Witch Church, sacrifice, ritual."

"What do you know?"

This time, Qi Rui stopped struggling and looked at He Ao with icy eyes.

Guessed it.

He Ao wasn't entirely sure that Qi Rui was a member of the Witch's Church, but when you're unsure, a little bluff can always lead to a pleasant surprise.

Why do you want to kill me?

He asked calmly, while an immense pressure enveloped Qi Rui.

Roy had never been involved with the Witch Church, so in theory he could not have possibly offended anyone from the Witch Church.

"you do not need to know."

Qi Rui was momentarily stunned by the powerful pressure, and her body gradually became as supple as a snake. Under He Ao's control, she actually began to writhe in the extremely confined space.

As she writhed, He Ao's body began to react, a seductive and indulgent impulse attempting to invade his...

brain.

So that's how it is; dance is a ritual.

A sudden realization flashed through He Ao's mind.

The way the witch communicates with desire is through dancing; the specific dance is the ritual itself.

Based on those fragmented memories and the current situation, He Ao roughly understood Qi Rui's operating method.

She first lured Roy into opening a private room, and then communicated with the witch through dance in the room. During this process, Roy felt his body gradually weakening, which was probably because something similar to his soul or spirit was taken away by Qi Rui through a ritual. There may have been some torture scenes in between.

However, she didn't let Roy die directly in the dance hall; instead, she left him with some spirit so he could go home.

That's why He Ao felt extremely dizzy when he woke up, and Roy's physical fitness level was only 5.

Of course, while his brain was thinking, He Ao's hands didn't stop moving. He directly threw Qi Rui face down to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw, then grabbed Qi Rui's hands with one hand, and knelt on her back and legs with both feet, pressing Qi Rui to the ground and restraining all her movements.

"Speak, what is your purpose?"

He pressed her hand to the ground, then took a silver dagger from his trench coat and stuck it near her cheek, the sharp blade pressed tightly against her fair skin.

"Have you ever heard of a form of torture called 'lingchi'? It involves using a small knife to cut away pieces of flesh from the prisoner's body, one slice at a time. During this process, the prisoner must not die; they must watch helplessly as their flesh is turned inside out, leaving only pale bones. Usually, they'll first cut open the chest to remove the muscles, then slice off the limbs, one slice after another, hmm,"

He Ao paused for a moment, gazing at Qi Rui's face, "Your face is so beautiful, we can start with your face."

Qi Rui was completely stunned. Although He Ao's tone was calm, as if he were stating a fact, she could sense a hint of suppressed madness in his tone. It seemed that He Ao really would do it.

How could there be such a terrifying person?

Who exactly are the cult members?

“I’ll talk, I’ll talk,” she cried hurriedly. “I only heard the church’s orders to interrogate you about your father. If they don’t get anything out of you, they’ll kill you. I don’t know anything else. Please, please spare me. Murder is illegal.”

"Is there really no other information? Does the Witch Church have any other plans?"

He Ao pulled out the dagger and ran the cold blade back and forth across Qi Rui's fair cheek, as if searching for the right place to strike.

"I don't know, I really don't know," Qi Rui said, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm just a nobody."

"Hmm, this is a good location."

He Ao's blade hovered near Qi Rui's eye socket. "Even with only one eye left, it's still usable?"

"I really don't know anything anymore, please let me go."

Qi Rui suddenly cried out.

How do you contact them?

He Ao stopped what he was doing and asked softly.

“The gathering,” Kiko said, trembling. “The church holds gatherings every now and then and announces the time and place of the next gathering. I have no way to contact anyone else; only when I go to the gathering place will a priest from the church contact me.”

When is the next gathering?

He Ao asked.

“Tomorrow, no,” Kiri seemed to realize that it was already past midnight and quickly corrected herself, “today, tonight, on the top floor of the Nord Tower.”

She pleaded softly, "I've told you everything I know. Please, please let me go. Murder is illegal."

“Of course,” Heo put away his dagger, slowly stood up, and gave a warm smile. “I’m a law-abiding citizen, but you might need to turn yourself in to the FBI.”

Qi Rui was incredulous that He Ao had let her go. She quickly got up, rushed to her small bag, pulled out a tiny pink pistol, and pointed it at He Ao, yelling, "Fuck yourself, you bastard!"

boom--

He put down his gun.

Spots of bright red blood oozed from Qi Rui's forehead. Her eyes widened as she stared at He Ao in disbelief, then slowly leaned back.

Murder is illegal, but self-defense is not.

He Ao slowly walked to Qi Rui's side, counted out eight hundred federal dollars from his wallet, and casually tossed them out.

Then he lit a cigarette, calmly gazed ahead, and said softly,

"Come out."

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Chapter 111 Talent Sequence (Fourth update, please subscribe, favorite, and vote)

Light footsteps came from behind He Ao.

He Ao turned around and saw a petite girl wearing loose clothes and a men's bowler hat.

"meet again."

He Ao said softly.

"You've already taken 'The Spectator's' secret drug?" The girl looked at He Ao with some surprise, seemingly quite astonished by his performance just now. "Or did both the mercenary and the spectator take it?"

In that instant, He Ao recalled the instruction labels affixed to the two test tubes; the delicate handwriting seemed to belong to a woman. However, his expression remained unchanged; he calmly asked with a smile,

"Shouldn't you introduce yourself before asking others questions?"

“You can call me,” the girl seemed to realize that her question was inappropriate after being asked by Heo. She paused for a moment and said softly, “Vianna.”

“Roy,” Heo smiled, “I want to know why you’re following me?”

Looking at Heo's smile, Viana recalled his description of 'death by a thousand cuts' and subconsciously took a half step back.

“I’m actually a little confused about why you’re not dead,” she finally explained, forcing herself to speak. “When I found you last night… the night before last, that woman had already drained your body, but today I saw you were full of energy again, and then you came to Alysser. I was afraid you’d be drained again.”

"You were worried about me, so you followed me? Trying to protect me secretly?"

He looked at her calmly, a powerful sense of oppression enveloping Vianna.

Vianna felt the same pressure that Qirui had just experienced.

"I need an explanation."

He Ao calmly added, "How could a stranger in this world suddenly be so kind?"

“I know Grandpa Inor.”

Viana withstood the pressure and answered, word by word.

Inor is Roy's father.

In that instant, all the oppression vanished, and Viana, now free, took a few long breaths.

She could even feel cold sweat breaking out on her forehead.

She never imagined that the颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being decadent, dispirited, or颓废) uncle could also have such a terrifying and cold side.

"How do you prove it?"

He played with the gun in his hand.

Vianna thought for a moment, then slowly said, "Grandpa Inor said that you could never solve his riddles when you were a child, and he left me a relic, saying that he would give it to you if you ever stepped into the extraordinary realm."

"Let's go then."

Heo put the gun into his trench coat, stood up, and gestured for Viana to lead the way to retrieve the item.

However, Viana did not take any action. Instead, she looked at the corpse of Qi Rui behind He Ao and said softly, "She was a superhuman. We can collect the talent sequence extracted from her."

"Ok?"

He Ao stepped aside.

This was the first time he had ever heard the term "collecting talent sequences".

Vianna took out a silver test tube and a small packet of purple powder from under her clothes, walked over to Qi Rui's body, and squatted down.

She sprinkled purple powder on Qi Rui's wound, then placed a silver test tube upside down between Qi Rui's eyebrows.

“It’s powder made from dried and ground Anling flowers,” Vianna said, looking at Heo.