Compared to his previous nightmare, Lumian could now "see" more clearly. The dark red-haired man behind the narrow glass window had a 70% resemblance to Count Puyver.
When he raised his right hand and dug into his eyes, the muscles on his face squirmed and the contours changed, instantly becoming exactly like Lumian.
He is exactly the same as Lumian Li from Kordu Village, not the current Charles Dubois!
When the dark red-haired man holding Lumian's face dug out his bloody eyeballs, Lumian's eye sockets also felt sharp pain, and his vision turned black.
At the same time, the crazy laughter of "Hahaha" sounded in his ears, which made him want to vent his inner irritability, violence and bloodthirsty.
Suddenly, his right palm felt slightly warm, and pure madness flooded into his mind.
The irritability, violence and bloodlust that came from nowhere were immediately expelled from his body, and the crazy laughter of "hahaha" disappeared instantly.
Lumian's vision also returned to normal, and he saw the novelist Anoly sitting opposite and Count Puyver on the side.
With smiles on their faces, they watched other participants choose king cakes, completely unaware of the abnormal changes in Lumian.
Lumian counted the missing king cakes, glanced at Laurent who was selecting, and realized that only a few seconds had passed, but he felt like he had experienced a long hour.
"No wonder Thermipolos asks you to exchange a piece of cake next time. If you lose control, His appearance will be very bad...
"That doesn't seem to be the nature of the Sauron family's King Cake game...
At this moment, there is only one thought outside my mind:
"Who asked him to speak?"
"You really want to kiss this guy with bad breath. If it were Maren, you wouldn't be able to accept it..."
pS: I mean bad, I forgot the time, sweat.
Earl Wen Yuezhuang became even more confused. My eyes kept moving, and one guess after another flashed through my mind:
"His mission is to give a kiss to someone present, and the person is..."
Count Lumian's pupils suddenly narrowed, and he stared at Elitte's face, wishing he had to dig out every piece of flesh and blood for a careless inspection.
I locked my eyes on Yaris, who was the only person outside the guests who did not have the blood of the Sauron family.
For some reason, everyone involved, including Count Lumian and Sister Aris, felt the urge to disobey Ciel's orders.
"Raised by sows! Why am I reminding you today? I know you don't have the aura of the 'Blood Emperor' in your body, so you choose to be mute because you are worried about being invaded by this crazy spirit?"
I looked around quickly and said with a smile:
After saying that, I gracefully took a bite of the king cake in my hand, and then took a few more bad bites, my expression gradually becoming confused and panicked.
"Yes, Your Majesty the Emperor."
"Or, no one outside has ever suffered from underground pollution?"
At that moment, a sharp, frightening scream sounded from somewhere in the castle.
Count Lumian looked around with a smile and said:
The trembling spirit was eager to retreat into Yi Laite's body, but was intimidated by the hidden warmth and strong aura of Tuduo. It always dared to land on it, and could only hover continuously below the living room, as if trying to hunt.
They eat carcasses and are afraid of vultures, their natural enemies in the distance.
"From now on, you are not their king, or do they hate calling you emperor more?"
With a smile on his face, Yi Laite pressed his left hand to indicate that everyone should not sit down.
If it really showed no sign of a weak invasion despite the aura of the "Blood Emperor", or if it brought about other bad changes, Wen Yuezhuang would choose to "teleport" away directly.
Do you have this gold coin?
Although it did not try to invade the body of anyone present, under its influence, everyone became less agitated, and their emotions showed signs of stability.
Before a brief silence, one of the guests whistled, and the others also stopped cheering.
"My little family can't stop eating. The one who gets this gold coin will be the king today."
Anoli seemed to be concerned, and said with a "haha" smile:
"Is it because the Sauron family did not use ordinary methods to preserve the spirit of low-ranking people and accumulated it from generation to generation? Or is this Fermonda Sauron not actually dead? Or, the pollution of the ordinary characteristics I left behind is too slight, and the Sauron family wants to rely on it.
That way to eliminate it bit by bit? But it’s been two or eight hundred years!
"A low-ranking person without a 'Hunter' path is here?
I still don’t have this gold coin.
I then spit the thing out under my right palm, and it turned out to be a 10-fil gold coin.
"Then the crazy and bloody spirit really takes over your body and erodes your mind. You may lose control on the spot. For special people, there is almost no possibility of going crazy. How does Earl Wen Yuezhuang stay alive? At most
I look quite abnormal, and I have been a king many times in my life...
I subconsciously wanted to retort in a joking tone, but then I remembered that once the occult game is truly over, you must follow the king's orders, otherwise it will be very miserable.
"You command him to give gold worth eighty thousand felgins."
Seeing that Count Lumian actually presented himself with gold bars worth 80,000 Fergolds, Ilett's heart was filled with regret:
But now it seems that this crazy and cruel spirit has no reason at all. It is difficult to think backwards and to distinguish the specific effects of Wenyue Zhuangta and Tuduo's breath. All I know is to be instinctively afraid.
Eloise's body trembled and she instinctively closed her mouth.
He relied on the ability of the "mendicant monk" to resist the emotional fluctuations caused by the breath of the "Blood Emperor" in his body, and vaguely sensed a strange, crazy, bloody, and cruel spirit lingering in the void above his head.
I turned to look at the great novelist Eloise:
Outside, the poet Anoly, who had just reached a sponsorship agreement with Charles Dubois, stood up with complete dignity, pressed his hand on his chest, and saluted:
"Oh, there is no new king after all. Lumian makes you tired every time. I always thought it was a bad prank idea."
Count Lumian looked at the other participants in astonishment, his confidence that everything was under control disappeared.
Wen Yuezhuang's spirit was slightly tense, and he was always paying attention to the crazy spirit wandering in the air.
"Yes, it is possible! You are the one who is most like our ancestors!"
Of course, I also know that my "Blood Emperor" aura is just an empty shell. If this spirit really wants to retreat into my body, I have no way to stop it. I can only hope that Mr. Fool's seal can be activated.
, produce a certain effect.
“Then there will be an illegitimate child of some member of the family, right?
"It's possible!
"You can feel his stiffness and gentleness. Cheer up and don't act like a countryman who has seen the world."
Eloise stood up willingly and muttered:
Others, either against the spirit of the game or affected by external throbbing, also stood up and saluted in their own way:
I left the small living room, and while everyone was waiting quietly, I went down to a certain floor of the main building of the castle, and took out 5 heavy gold bars from the safe.
"Yes, your Majesty the Emperor!"
"Where did that crazy spirit come from? It's been two or eight hundred years, so why does it still exist?
I finally resisted the urge.
"Well, that crazy spirit has been wandering overhead. Whether it's coming down or coming up... will it go in quickly, change its target, or create other changes?"
To me, eighty thousand ferkin is a small amount.
The great novelist Eros, who usually hates making jokes but is happy to be made fun of, had a hot expression before hearing Anoly's teasing, as if she wanted to pick up the knife under the table and give it to him.
Eloise, Maren, Anoli and others finished selecting the king cake in turn, leaving only the piece dedicated to Fomunda Sauron on the plate.
I immediately looked at Count Lumian, raised my chin slightly and said:
Count Lumian gritted his teeth, stood up and said:
Although Yaris was puzzled by his cousin's panicked and fierce look as if he was about to tear himself apart, he still took a few bites of king cake.
"The problem now is how to bring the gold back. I played a similar game. Even if I received 80,000 Fergkin in person, I still had to return it privately. Otherwise, I would severely offend Count Lumian...
No, how are you going to explain to Gardner Martin that you have become a king, but nothing has happened?" Ilett thought as he put the five gold bars into his pockets on both sides.
"He is your poet."
Ilett believes that as the madness dissipates, as the game progresses, the participants will become more and more irritable, irritable, and bloodthirsty.
Even though I was so repelled, I still obeyed the order and kissed Anoli hard on the lips.
Of course, it is just a throbbing, a throbbing caused by the dual influence of words and momentum.
That was the first time I was ordered outside of a King Cake game.
When Wen Yuezhuang looked at these ugly men expectantly, Ilater pointed at the poet Anoli who had just smoked a small pipe:
"Gardner Martin's purpose is not to confirm the status of Vermont...
"Come on, come and dance with the 'Blood Emperor'! Let's see if he is crazy, or if Puifta Tudor is crazy!" Elitte, who was not feeling stable, sneered inwardly.
Count Lumian was stunned for a moment, and simple emotions arose in his heart.
The great novelist Eloise laughed:
"Yes, even if not, you are more like our ancestors!
"Lumian used his own bloodline and used simplified rituals to summon the remaining spirit of his ancestors, allowing it to retreat into the body of the person who ate the token and became the king...
Elitte watched and listened with an expression on his face, paying a small part of his attention to the swirling crazy spirit.
Eilat picked up the gold coin and glanced at Eloise with a cold gaze:
"Yes, Your Majesty the Emperor."
Yilett reluctantly controlled the influence of the "Blood Emperor"'s aura, but felt that the crazy spirit above his head was swirling slower and slower, and seemed to be getting more and more irritable and violent.
None of the participants in the King Cake game here noticed that there was a crazy spirit staring fiercely under their heads, and they picked up the King Cake with laughter.
Unexpectedly, my teeth hit a soft metal object.
If I had known I would disobey orders, I should have asked for less!
Ilett saw that Count Lumian was still scratching his hair happily, and a small number of game participants had eaten a few bites of King Cake before he quickly raised his left hand and took a bite.
Wen Yuezhuang regained control of his state a little, and while watching Wen Yuezhuang and others selecting king cakes, sensing this crazy spirit slowly wandering around, he thought about the corresponding questions: