Are you kidding me?! The boss of the Hell Dungeon is a loli!

The Crimson Lord, seated at the head of the long table, paused mid-air, his finger toying with the bone ring.

The knuckles were cracking.

This dancer is at least an A-level weirdo.

Although he wasn't very bright, he never made a mistake with his killer dance rules.

Today, I actually got stuck in front of a human cub that didn't even have a strange aura?

Waste is waste.

He waved his hand impatiently.

Two blood knights strode forward.

They grabbed the dancer's arms from both sides and dragged her through the hidden door like a dead dog.

A long trail of black blood was left on the floor.

"What a disappointing performance."

The Crimson Lord picked up the goblet and drank the blood.

Crack!

The cup shattered on the ground.

"Now that the dance is over, please take your seats, esteemed guests. Lord Dracula has prepared a sumptuous breakfast for you."

The hidden doors on both sides of the hall opened simultaneously.

A dozen or so headless butlers in tuxedos pushed food carts in one after another.

The food cart was set with plates covered with sterling silver hemispherical lids.

The butlers stiffly placed the plates in front of each player.

They opened the lids in a neat and uniform manner.

A strong, fishy stench filled the hall.

The white tiger could clearly see what was in the plate.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and he almost vomited on the spot.

His plate contained half a beating heart.

Yellowish-green pus was continuously oozing from the vascular incision.

Several white maggots burrowed in and out of the meat.

On Qinglong's plate was a bowl of thick soup with eyeballs floating on it.

Those eyes, their pupils twitching nervously, were fixed on him.

In front of Xuanwu lay a half-cooked human forearm, with black grime remaining under the fingernails.

This is not breakfast.

This is a punishment for mental pollution!

"You must be hungry after traveling so far."

The Crimson Lord leaned back in his chair, his scarlet eyes flashing with malice.

"These are top-quality ingredients personally selected by Lord Dracula. To show your respect for him, you must eat every last drop of food on your plates, not even a drop of broth!"

The players present tensed up.

Forced feeding rules!

If you refuse or cannot finish the food, you will immediately be killed and torn to pieces by these blood knights.

Xuanwu clenched his teeth, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

He glanced at his pale-faced teammates and knew that conflict was absolutely out of the question now.

Dracula's true form hasn't appeared yet; turning against them now will only put the entire team in dire straits.

"eat."

Xuanwu picked up a pure silver knife and fork, cut off a piece of his finger covered in black mud, closed his eyes, and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

He didn't even dare to chew it, forcing himself to swallow it down despite the nausea and churning in his stomach.

With the team leader taking the lead, even if the other players resisted, they had no choice but to pick up the utensils.

With his eyes closed, the white tiger stuffed the half-heart, oozing pus, into his mouth.

His teeth ruptured a blood vessel, and yellow-green juice splattered all over his face.

Qinglong picked up the eyeball soup, tilted his head back, and drank it all.

He made gurgling swallowing sounds in his throat, his face turning ashen.

The hall echoed with chilling sounds of chewing and swallowing.

Hongye looked at the clump of green-fuzzy intestines on her plate.

His hand holding the fork was shaking uncontrollably.

She turned her head and looked at Jiang Luo beside her with concern.

In front of Jiang Luo was a plate of pig brains soaking in formaldehyde.

A burning red candle was stuck in it.

Red leaves chill half to the bone.

Even adults can't stand this kind of food, how could a child like Lolo possibly eat it?

If she refuses to eat, the vines will absolutely crush her instantly!

"Lolo, close your eyes and I'll feed you."

Hongye reached out to take Jiangluo's plate.

"Sister Hongye, you can eat it yourself. Luo Luo has a very good appetite."

Jiang Luo reached out her fair, delicate hand and pressed it against Hongye's wrist.

Looking at the brains on the plate, she cursed Dracula's ancestors for eighteen generations in her heart.

o(▼皿▼メ;)o Old bat, are you sick?!

How dare you feed your lord this garbage so early in the morning?

Lolo wants to eat strawberry cake!

I want chocolate pudding!

Do you think I'm a garbage collector? Trying to fool me with this rotten meat that smells of preservatives!

Jiang Luo puffed out her cheeks in a huff, but still maintained a well-behaved appearance.

She picked up the sterling silver knife, which was longer than her palm, and tapped it lightly twice on the edge of the plate.

The shadow beneath Jiang Luo's feet twisted.

Thick black fog rapidly gathered in the shadows beneath the dining table.

Transforming into a gaping maw filled with sharp teeth, Jiang Xiaobai's phantom emerged from the abyss.

"Little Bai, here's some of this for you to eat."

Jiang Xiaobai's eyes lit up instantly.

Black mist surged from beneath the dining table, and a gigantic maw filled with fangs burst forth from the shadows, biting down on the plate in front of Jiang Luo.

Click.

Jiang Xiaobai swallowed the brain-shaped red candle on the plate, along with the valuable pure silver plate, all in one gulp.

hiccup~

Jiang Xiaobai let out a burp.

Jiang Luo picked up the knife and sat up straight again.

The table in front of her was completely empty, not even a drop of soup remained.

Hongye had just swallowed a piece of her intestines when she turned around and was stunned to see the empty table in front of Jiang Luo.

have eaten?

How come this little girl doesn't even spit out the bones when she eats?

Even the plates are gone!

The Crimson Lord, seated at the head of the table, also noticed the unusual situation.

He stood up and walked heavily to Jiang Luo.

"Little girl, where's your food?"

The Crimson Lord's voice was filled with murderous intent.

He had been staring at this spot the whole time and hadn't seen the human cub make any chewing or swallowing movements.

The food vanished into thin air.

This is a great blasphemy against Lord Dracula!

The surrounding blood knights sensed the Crimson Lord's wrath.

They all turned their heavy swords towards Jiang Luo.

Xuanwu and Qinglong frowned.

Why is it that she broke the strange rules again?

Why is this little girl so unlucky?!

Jiang Luo tilted her head back, blinked innocently, and stuck out her pink little tongue to lick the corner of her mouth.

"Lolo ate it all! The food Uncle prepared was so delicious that Lolo accidentally bit into the plate and swallowed it whole!"

She patted her flat stomach and smiled sweetly.

(◕ᴗ◕✿)

"Uncle, Lolo isn't full yet, could we have another serving?"

The Crimson Lord, enraged, laughed instead.

You ate it, plate and all?

Do you think you can fool him with such a clumsy lie?

"Since you like eating so much, I'll cut you open and see what's inside your belly!"

Jiang Luo: "???"

What's wrong!

A one-on-one fight?!

(╬◣д◢)

The Crimson Lord drew his greatsword from his waist.

The S-class eerie and violent pressure released caused the temperature in the hall to drop to freezing point.

He raised his heavy sword and aimed it at Jiang Luo's head.

Just as the blade was about to touch Jiang Luo's white hair.

The enormous crystal chandelier on the dome of the hall made a cracking sound as it shattered under the weight.

Countless sharp shards of glass rained down on the long table, shredding the still-wriggling food to shreds.

A large swarm of black bats with glowing red eyes poured out from the crack in the dome.

It circled wildly above the hall, emitting a piercing shriek.

The Crimson Lord's heavy sword abruptly stopped in mid-air.

He immediately knelt on one knee, planted the greatsword in the floor, and lowered his head.

"Welcome, Lord Dracula."

All the headless butlers and blood knights knelt down at the same time.

The players were overwhelmed by the sudden, terrifying pressure.

Several weaker newcomers lay face down on the carpet.

Jiang Luo sat in the chair, swinging her legs and looking up at the sky.

A pale-faced man in a dark red retro tailcoat hung upside down on the ruins of a crystal chandelier like a bat.

A graceful yet cruel smile played at the corners of his lips.

His scarlet eyes swept over everyone present before finally settling on Jiang Luo.

Count Dracula slowly opened his mouth, revealing two sharp fangs, his voice echoing through the hall.

"You idiot, who gave you permission to lay a hand on my guests?"