I'm picking up rags in the survival game

Between the arrogant iron thorns, the gardener expressionlessly watered the delicate flowers with blood in the pot. A layer of sticky blood clots adhered to the surface of the petals, and the original color was faintly revealed, making it delicate and charming.

The corners of the servant's clothes were blown up by the wind, revealing a silver glow.

The gardener just looked up, looking numb and confused.

"Is he in there?"

"The Earl is enjoying afternoon tea with his pocket watch."

Beixi nodded and walked into the magnificent castle without any scruples.

Every decoration in the castle is meaninglessly luxurious. Even the edges of the curtains everywhere have numerous and dense pearls sewn by hand.

At the end of the dozens of meters long dining table, the bald Earl of Stoke was wiping his beloved pocket watch with the finest hand-woven cloth.

He has a fair complexion that is completely different from Bei Xi's. It's so fair that anyone can see clearly the blood vessels under his skin, as if he has grown up without seeing the sun all year round.

"My lord, long time no see."

Beixi pulled up the chair and sat down. His movements were so fast that even the waiting servants could not stop him.

Earl Stoke folded the hand-woven cloth and put the pocket watch on his short neck, carefully and slowly. After adjusting the position of the pocket watch, he raised his head and touched his yellowed teeth.

"God is so unfair. Ryan didn't survive, but you, the murderer, have grown so big."

"God will choose a more suitable person."

Beixi smiled slightly and took the tableware from the servant. He was very interested in the table knife and lowered his head to play with it.

Earl Stoke narrowed his eyes slightly. This cold and unreasonable young man killed his dearest Ryan ten years ago. If the child had not died, he would be this old now.

Phew!

The table knife drew a dazzling arc in the air, and the sharp part penetrated directly into the earl's chest!

The white shirt was quickly soaked with blood. Stoker's eyes widened in surprise. He opened his mouth but could not make a sound.

Suddenly, he coughed several times, and what he coughed up was dark blood!

The surrounding servants didn't react much, as if this was just a commonplace thing.

"Dear uncle, there is no need to struggle, the empire you built will be mine sooner or later."

The earl's eldest son has died and has no heirs. The earl's younger brothers also died unexpectedly, so only he can inherit the title.

Stoker knew that he didn't have much time left, so he pressed the self-destruct switch with a grin, and there were dark blood stains between his teeth.

"Murderer, go to hell!"

"You are the one who is going to hell. Arrogance, jealousy, rage, laziness, greed, and gluttony. You have six of the seven deadly sins, but not the seventh one. Oh, you are too ambitious but not strong enough, hahahaha!"

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The young man's laughter resounded through the castle, and the fragile flowers swayed in the cold wind.

Beixi knew that self-destruction did not mean destroying everything. At least the castle would be preserved. Stoker would naturally die with his beloved eldest son.

Suddenly, there was a strong aroma of wine in the air.

Beixi walked to the window and frowned slightly as she looked at the slowly collapsing winery.

What a pity, he was beaten to death before he could be caught.

And the other side.

The clouds in the underground passage looked at the wine rushing in like a tsunami, and ten thousand alpacas rushed past in their hearts.

Is this reasonable?

Is this assessment reasonable?

[Run quickly! If you don’t run, I’m going to die again!] Demi said anxiously.

The cloud blocked the cart behind her to prevent the broken bottle from piercing her internal organs. She ran quickly and reached the bottom of the passage.

The exit is a metal door with a huge lock in the center.

It's just a keyhole, but it's about three times larger than her cone. It's more like splicing keys together and then operating them.