The world moves along time to desolate, and you and I are all believers of entropy.

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Cui Zuojing opened his eyes.

He turned his head and looked out the window. There was still a blank white outside. If it weren't for the rumbling of the rails, he could not even tell whether the train was still driving - in this space without any reference, the concept of movement seemed to be blurred.

Cui Zuojing just glanced away his eyes boredly.

He looked at the pocket watch habitually, and the pointer stopped at 1:37 and never moved since he entered here.

It is no longer clear how long the train has been traveling in the pure white world.

There was no one in the car except him. The white cat was curled up in the seat next to him and slept soundly. The fur lost its luster because of its age, and its round body fell with its breath.

Cui Zuojing moved for a moment, moved his stiff muscles and bones slightly, and closed his eyes again.

Three days ago, he said goodbye to his parents and sister, took the cat that had not been long, and smuggled from the baby's dream, returned to this pure white world that had been away for eight years, and boarded the train that had been waiting for it.

Does the queen know that he is back?

Cui Zuojing slept in a daze, and the vague dream that had been entangled with him for eight years finally became clear again.

Those dead or permanently imprisoned faces flashed repeatedly before their eyes, including himself.

No one knows when the train stopped.

The first thing I discovered was the white cat. Its body was too old and even sleeping became a burden. But this time it was different. It suddenly felt that its body became much lighter in its dream.

After waking up, it stared at the red house in the circus not far from the window for a few seconds, stretched out its claws and patted Cui Zuojing on the shoulder: "Meow——"

Cui Zuojing was woken up by it and rubbed his eyes. When he successfully escaped eight years ago, he was hit by the queen's last curse. Time was frozen forever at the age of sixteen, and he has always been a teenager since then.

The white cat shook his tail and said, "I'm here to stop."

Cui Zuojing was stunned, unable to believe his ears: "Uncle, you..."

"The power of the curse is gradually eliminating, and the power of time on your body begins to affect me." The white cat stood on the small table in front of Cui Zuojing and paced gracefully. It shook its ears, and its fur miraculously became smooth and shiny. The low male voice had a strong Russian accent, "We are really back."

Cui Zuojing immediately picked it up and kissed the white cat's pink little nose, unable to control himself and said excitedly: "That's really great."

The white cat smiled and pushed his face with his paws, leaned back and said, "Okay, get off the train quickly. I don't know how long the train will stop."

"I bet that he will leave as soon as we get off the car." Cui Zuojing stood up with the cat in his arms and scratched the back of his neck, causing the white cat to squint his eyes and raise his head with pleasure.

Following the open door in the car, you can see that there is no one else on the entire train. Cui Zuojing got off the train and just stood still, the door behind him slowly closed. The train started again quietly just like it appeared.

Watching the train shrink into a small dot and finally disappear at the end of the railway tracks, Cui Zuojing turned around and walked towards the red house not far away in front of him. Such a bright color suddenly appeared in the pure white space, which made people feel dazzling.

There are equally bright banners hanging on the red and white circus greenhouse, which are written in screaming form:

【Hell Circus, take you to hell!】

The depressing infinite pure white, the abrupt circus greenhouse and this thrilling banner can indeed make the timid people scream, but for Cui Zuojing, it can only arouse his secret nostalgia.

As soon as Cui Zuojing approached, the thick curtain of the greenhouse was lifted from the inside, and the clown with white paint on his face came out, and the two of them were just facing each other's eyes.

The clown is nearly two meters tall, and his exaggerated muscles are almost breaking through the black suit. His face is covered with flesh. His smile lips made of red paint are grinning until his ears. His eyes are covered with four red stars, and his red nose is covered with exaggerated makeup. His exaggerated makeup can scare a group of children crying on the street.

Seeing Cui Zuojing coming, the clown grinned, bowed like a gentleman, pulled out the invitation letter from his chest pocket, and handed it to Cui Zuojing with both hands.

Cui Zuojing held the cat in one hand and took it. As soon as he looked down, he heard the clown scream in a hoarse voice: "Welcome to the pure white world! This is a nightmare for the world and a paradise for gamblers. As long as you have enough chips, this place can satisfy any of your wishes! If you leave before the end of the game, we will charge a certain fee as a loss fee, such as - your life!"

"So now, please show your chips."

"Let's talk about it later." Cui Zuojing passed by him, bowed and lifted the curtain and walked into the greenhouse, looked around quietly, and asked, "Is there any water?"

"Sorry, the reason for the work is that there must be an opening remark." The clown followed him in and poured two glasses of water behind the bar, "Does Victor want something to eat?"

The clown was too heavy, and every step he took to fall on the wooden floor, it made an overwhelming creaking sound. Cui Zuojing sat down in the high chair in front of the bar.

This is a small room similar to the front desk. There are many impressionist paintings of large color blocks hanging on the wall. Apart from the bar and two sofas, there are only many doors left. Eight closed. From the only open door, you can see a corner of the circus performance table, and there is no one in the audience.

The white cat named Victor jumped from Cui Zuojing's arms to the bar: "Is it a can?"

"Do you want some meat for the lion?"

Victor lowered his head and drank water: "Forget it, I don't like eating raw meat."

"I had expected you to come back at this time and wait for you for a long time." The clown stretched out his thick fingers as radish and touched Victor's ears carefully. The white cat could not control his instinct and rubbed his palm.

"Has Victor always been like this?"

Cui Zuojing: "Well, since I left here, my uncle has been like this. His cat's body has gradually aging in the real world. It has not been much time since I made up my mind to come back."

The clown sighed: "You are not the time to come back. The queen has completely controlled the Pure White Land. No one dares to resist her - no, it should be said that since the end of that pilgrimage, all those who tried to resist her have died or were trapped in the monster box forever, only you five are still alive."

Cui Zuojing was not moved: "Since I have the ability to resist her for the first time, I can come for the second time, the third time. But this time, I will take her life."

"I will do my best to help you." The clown pointed to the invitation letter in Cui Zuojing's hand. "That is a prisoner's card specially prepared for you. It can be not discovered by the queen for the time being. You have just returned, and your ability has not yet recovered, and you are carrying the curse of the prisoner of time. You need to fight for some time to recuperate."

"Thank you." Cui Zuojing tore open the surface of the invitation letter two or three times, pouring out a black and golden card from it, which was empty.

Joker: "If you drop blood on the card, if someone uses it, you will be summoned to sign a contract. Now the players holding the black gold card in their hands are basically not ordinary people, and it is likely to be a helper for your actions."

Cui Zuojing did not hesitate, and gently stroked his thumb and nails on the belly of the index finger. A blood bead rolled out from the wound. He raised his hand gently, and the drop of blood automatically fell on the clamp surface and merged into it silently.

The card instantly burst out with dazzling light, and the huge energy fluctuations blew the broken hair in front of Cui Zuojing's forehead, and all the bottles on the wine cabinet were unsteadily shaken. The white cat alertly raised his ears, and under the gaze of three pairs of eyes, the wonderful blood-colored patterns were automatically drawn out bit by bit.

Halfway through the drawing, the clown said, "Prefer to yourself a prisoner's name."

Cui Zuojing had already figured out what name to use on the train: "Arabenzoi thaliana."

The moment he finished speaking, the energy fluctuation reached its peak, and the golden light enveloped Cui Zuojing. Five seconds later, everything suddenly subsided, and the card dropped on the bar with a clock-shaped pattern on the back.

"The Wheel of Fate means a new beginning." The clown picked up the card and turned it to the front. The card was an ordinary weed with the words "Arabian thaliana".

Cui Zuojing breathed a sigh of relief, put his scratched fingers in his mouth and sucked the blood, and said vaguely: "My luck has never been too bad, but what should I do if my uncle?"

The clown scratched Victor's chin: "When you confirm the owner of the Prisoner's card, Victor can sign a contract to be a summoning beast. This body is not his, so he cannot become a prisoner like you."

"Yes." Cui Zuojing pulled the card from the clown's hand and put it in his pants pocket, "I want to exchange 500 points."

“What to use?”

"Oldly, my feelings should be worth these."

When Victor heard this, he immediately broke free from the clown's hand and dissuaded: "Don't do this, you will regret it."

"It's okay uncle." Cui Zuojing whispered, "If you can even lose your life, it's useless to have feelings. It's likely that it will interfere with me in making judgments at critical moments."

Seeing that he had made up his mind, the clown turned around and took an empty bottle from the wine cabinet and pulled the cork: "Friendship can be very cheap or expensive. This is not the first time I have told you. Since that's the case, I will take away your feelings for 500 points. When you regret it, you can come here to redeem it."

"It's not needed for a short time." Cui Zuojing closed his eyes, and the clown buckled the bottle on his forehead, and a little colorful light floated out from the boy's forehead and was sucked in.

The clown couldn't help asking more: "Don't you even need to stay in friendship?"

"No need." Cui Zuojing opened his eyes, "As long as there is enough interests, the relationship between people will naturally be maintained."

The clown silently plugged the block back on, and the colorful light flowed in the bottle in panic, trying hard to return to Cui Zuojing.

Cui Zuojing looked at it, frowned and endured the pain of the lack of soul. When he bid farewell to his family, the tears that were forced to hold in his eyes and the crying of his parents and sisters. In order to make each other survive, he and Fu Zhe and Luo Feng took the sadness and madness of the curse, and watched Victor grow old day by day... They all faded away with the deprivation of emotions, leaving only an empty heart and a huge hatred for the queen.

The boy's pupils that had once burned the raging fire calmed down. Cui Zuojing gently pressed his chest and let out a long sigh.

OK, now he is invincible.

Victor looked at him worriedly, and Cui Zuojing shook his head and signaled that he was fine. Just as he was about to speak, the card in his pocket suddenly burst out with a dazzling blood-colored light.

The strong wind rolled up with the card surface as the center, and the goblet that Cui Zuojing drank was unsteadily and tilted, falling from the table.

"How could it be! I just completed the Prisoner's Ritual, why would someone choose to summon it!"

The clown shouted in panic. He and Victor reached out to grab it at the same time, but they were one step too late. The young man's figure completely engulfed in the light, and they only caught the light spots that were flowing in pieces.

Victor angrily "meowed" and left a long string of scratches on the bar.

Before everyone could react, Cui Zuojing was summoned into the monster box by someone through the Prisoner Card.

Bang-!

The blown goblet fell to the ground and broke the ground.

Victor raised his claws and held his forehead sadly.

"Oh my God... I still have a lot of things to tell him." The clown murmured.

at the same time.

Cui Zuojing was summoned unexpectedly. As soon as he opened his eyes from the dazzling light, he saw the man leaning against the tree trunk in front of him, and his blood covered in the ground.

The tall boy knelt beside him, holding one of his hands tightly. The black and golden prisoner's card in the man's hand was burning, but the flames were not hot.

The blood on his hands became the raw material for burning. The boy looked at Cui Zuojing, who was still trapped in the light, gritted his teeth and drew a rune in the air with the man's hand.

Cui Zuojing suddenly widened his eyes.

It's a blood contract!

He screamed in secret that something was wrong, and immediately rushed over and knocked down the card in the man's hand-

But at this moment, the boy dropped his last stroke, and the blood-colored pattern emerged from the man's fingers in the air, and two rays of light burst out, shooting into Cui Zuojing and the man's chest respectively.

——The blood contract is completed.
To be continued...