Reincarnation Paradise

The inside of the wooden house is illuminated by candle light, and in front of the innermost wooden wall, a woman in a white dress is kneeling under the wooden wall. Although the woman’s dress is a bit old, it is seen from the cuffs and neckline. Judging from the rusty golden ornamentation, the workmanship of this dress is quite fine, at least it takes more than a dozen people to sew by hand for half a year or more to get this kind of work.

The person wearing it is a woman who looks about twenty years old and has blond hair. At this time, she is kneeling on the ground, holding her hands on her chest, bowing her head in prayer.

At first glance, there are five iron shackles shackling a woman's wrists, ankles, and neck, but if you shift the angle of view, you will find that the woman's back is full of black chains.

These chains are roughly thick with their tail fingers, all of which are submerged in the flesh of the woman's back. Dozens of thick, slightly curved chains connect the woman with the wooden wall behind, looking extremely cruel.

The Great Ritual Nua killed dozens of death game participants, and was only imprisoned by a fetter and a chain.

And this woman, excluding the five main chains on the wrists, ankles, and neck, pierced at least 60 thin black chains with the thickness of the tail finger on the back. This is how many people must be killed before being imprisoned in the death house. degree.

The Apostle’s Eye floated beside Su Xiao and successfully detected a bunch of question marks and a name, Saint Tracey.

The saint was praying at this time, whispering something in her mouth, as if she didn't notice that Su Xiao was standing outside the door.

The white fat wax in Su Xiao's hand will burn out in a few minutes, so he has no time to spend, or negotiate, or leave decisively.

, , .

Su Xiao knocked on the wooden door next to him. He wanted to make sure that one thing was whether the saint who was kneeling on the opposite side would directly jump on him.

The murmur in Saint Tracey's mouth stopped abruptly, she slowly opened her eyes, and after seeing Su Xiao outside the door, her eyes were full of fear.

"Don't lean over, you walk away, you all walk away,"

Saint Tracey curled up under the wooden wall, her head in her hands, her whole body trembling.

Seeing this scene, the corner of Su Xiao's eyes twitched. He has experienced many dangerous places. Under normal circumstances, the guy who shouted as soon as he spoke may have some strength, but it is not impossible to deal with.

Let me ask, what type of people are most dangerous in a dangerous situation?The answer is the kind of person who looks weak and timid, but has a lot of question marks when detecting data.

Saint Tracey is of this type. She is curled up under the wooden wall at this time, her eyes are full of fear, and large drops of tears slid down her cheeks.

"I don't want to kill anymore, don't come near me, please, please..."

The saint spoke with a cry, and the black chains on her back began to tremble.

Su Xiao disassembled the backpack on Bubowang's back, took out a piece of dried meat from it, and tried to feed first to see if he could reach a preliminary negotiation.

Throwing the jerky, the jerky crossed an arc and landed on the wooden board in front of the saint.

"what!!"

The saint was obviously irritated, and the long golden hair on her head instantly turned gray. Not only that, her white cheeks crackled open, and her big exaggerated mouth opened with dense fangs.

The saint's mouth grinned under both ears, and with a click, she bit a piece of wood on the ground into pieces.

The feeding was successful, but it also angered the saint.

"Why, why do you want me to kill, why am I!"

The chains were tightened with a bang, and the saint leapt on the ground, climbing on the wall like a gecko, her sharp nails pierced into the wall, and the sea urchin-shaped pupils were enough to show how unstable her mental state was. .

"Damn it, all hypocrites deserve to die. To protect more people, should I only become a monster?"

The saint obviously has her own story, and she was indeed a saint, and she is now, but a saint on the verge of madness, with almost completely distorted beliefs, beliefs, and will.

Su Xiao glanced at the white fat wax in his hand and then at the saint who was climbing on the wooden wall. He seriously suspected that even if he consumes a shadow stone and enters the shadow shelter state, he cannot negotiate with the other party.

As for military negotiations, it is not undesirable, but the white fat wax is about to burn out and time is running out.

Bubowang hides behind Su Xiao, quietly blends into the environment, enters the room, and starts searching.

The saint stared at Su Xiao, if it weren't for the chains, she would have rushed forward.

After a while, Boubowang appeared next to Su Xiao and narrated the information it had collected in the room through the team channel.

Seeing this information, Su Xiao knew that it was not in vain this time, and the saint had carved many words and patterns on the walls of the wooden house before she went completely crazy.

The reason why the saint goes mad is because she was transformed into a weapon of war, the final madness that erupted before the demise of a theocratic empire.

"Emerald Soul, hand in emblem, sacrifice to guide leg, cut spear, seal song, double, supreme."

As soon as Su Xiao's voice fell, the saint made a sharp howl. The next moment, her hair turned black and red, and her face was covered with cracks.

"Boss, she seems to be stronger, are you buffing him?"

"Well, it's the opposite."

"what?"

"Supreme, double, seal song..."

As Su Xiao's voice gradually increased, the sea urchin-shaped pupils of the saint shrank and turned into emerald green normal round pupils, her hair also returned to gold, and her split cheeks healed quickly.

With a puff, the saint fell to the ground. She seemed a little at a loss, but after seeing Su Xiao, she immediately shrank back and leaned against the wooden wall.

"Please don't... hurt me."

The saint now looks'weak', hopeless, and helpless.

"Boss, is this woman a little schizophrenic?"

"If that's the case, it's fine."

"That is?"

"Soul cut away."

The separation of the soul mentioned by Su Xiao does not mean that the soul of the saint is cut into two parts. If that is the case, the degree of danger of the saint will be greatly reduced.

God knows how the people who reformed the saint did it. They split the saint's soul, and only cut the upper half of the soul, so that the lower half of the saint's soul remained together.

The left side of the soul is split to maintain sanity, and the right side is dedicated to combat. The advantage of this is that the saint can be manipulated in a certain way to prevent her from being enemy or us.

Su Xiao stepped into the wooden house. Seeing this, the saint's body curled up, holding her legs in her hands, like a hedgehog in danger.

Su Xiao stopped five meters in front of the saint. As soon as he stopped, the saint bit on her arm. She was threatening the enemy by hurting herself.

"The Feiting has long been annihilated, and the war has ended long ago."

"Destroy, end..."

The saint muttered to herself, and blood ran down the corners of her mouth.

"This is the death house."

Su Xiao snapped his fingers while speaking, this was to attract the saint's attention.

"It turns out...that's the case."

The saint's eyes gradually recovered, and she slowly raised an arm, obviously, she wanted Su Xiao to hold her hand.

Su Xiao did not hold the saint's hand because he was not sure whether the other party would go crazy again.

A Shadow Stone appeared in Su Xiao's hands. The risks and benefits were equal. It would be difficult to obtain benefits without taking risks.