The interior of the wooden house is brightly illuminated by candles, and in front of the innermost wooden wall, a woman in a white dress is kneeling under the wooden wall. Judging from the embroidered golden patterns, 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 obtain this kind of work.
And the person wearing it is a woman with blonde hair who looks about twenty years old. At this time, she is kneeling on the ground, clasping her hands in front of her chest, bowing her head in prayer.
At first glance, there are five iron shackles holding the woman's wrists, ankles, and neck, but if you shift the angle of view, you will find that the woman's back is covered with black chains.
These chains are about the thickness of a little finger, and all of them are submerged in the flesh of the woman's back. Dozens of them are as thick as a little finger, and the slightly curved chains connect the woman to the wooden wall behind, which looks extremely cruel.
The high priest Nuai killed dozens of participants in the death game, but they were only imprisoned by an iron shackle and a chain.
And this woman, except for the five main chains at her wrists, ankles, and neck, has at least 60 thin black chains with the thickness of her little finger pierced on her back. degree.
The eyes of the apostle floated beside Su Xiao, and successfully detected a bunch of question marks and a name, Saintess Tracy.
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 wax in Su Xiao's hand will burn out in a few minutes, so he has no time to waste, either to negotiate, or to leave decisively.
Boom, boom, boom.
Su Xiao knocked on the wooden door next to him. He wanted to make sure of one thing, that is, whether the saint who was kneeling opposite would rush forward directly.
The whispering in Saintess Tracy's mouth stopped abruptly, and she slowly opened her eyes. After seeing Su Xiao outside the door, her eyes were full of fear.
"Don't lean in, you go away, you all go away,"
Saintess Tracy curled up under the wooden wall, her head in her hands, her whole body trembling.
Seeing this scene, the corners of Su Xiao's eyes twitched. He has experienced many dangerous places. Under normal circumstances, the guy who yells as soon as he speaks may have some strength, but he is not impossible to deal with.
May I ask, what type of person is the most dangerous in a dangerous situation? The answer is the kind of person who looks weak and timid, but frankly, there are a lot of question marks when detecting data.
Saintess Tracy is this type. She is curled up under the wooden wall at this time, her eyes are full of fear, and big drops of tears slide down her cheeks.
"I don't want to kill anymore, don't come close to me, please, please"
The saint began to cry, and the black chains on her back began to tremble.
Su Xiao untied the backpack on Boubo Wang's back, took out a piece of jerky from it, and tried feeding it first to see if a preliminary negotiation could be reached.
Throwing out the jerky, the jerky drew an arc and landed on the wooden board in front of the saint.
"ah!!"
The saint was obviously stimulated, and the long golden hair on her head instantly turned gray. Not only that, her fair cheeks cracked open, and a very exaggerated mouth opened, densely covered with fangs.
The saint's mouth reached below her ears, and with a click, she crushed a piece of wood on the ground.
The feeding was successful, but it also angered the saint.
"Why, why do you want me to kill people, why am I!"
The chain tightened with a bang, and the saint leaped lightly on the ground, climbing on the wall like a gecko, her sharp nails piercing into the wall, and her sea urchin-shaped pupils were enough to show how unstable her mental state was. .
"Damn it, all hypocrites should die, why should I become a monster in order to protect more people?"
The saint obviously has her own story, and she was indeed a saint once, and she is still a saint now, but she is a saint on the verge of madness, with almost completely distorted beliefs, beliefs, and will.
Su Xiao glanced at the white wax in his hand, and then at the saint who was climbing on the wooden wall. He seriously doubted that even if he consumed a shadow stone and entered the state of shadow protection, he would not be able to negotiate with the other party.
As for negotiations by force, it is not unacceptable, but the white fat wax is about to burn out, and there is not enough time.
Boubo Wang hid behind Su Xiao, quietly blended into the environment, entered the room, and began to search.
The saint stared at Su Xiao, if she hadn't been bound by chains, she would have rushed forward.
After a while, Boobwang appeared next to Su Xiao, and narrated the information it collected in the room through the team channel.
Seeing this information, Su Xiao knew that this trip was not in vain.There are many words and patterns carved on the wall.
The reason why the saint went crazy was because she was transformed into a weapon of war, which was the last madness that erupted before the demise of a theocracy empire.
"Emerald Red Soul, Pay Emblem, Sacrifice Legs, Cut Spear, Seal Song, Double, Supreme."
As soon as Su Xiao finished speaking, the saint let out a sharp howl. The next moment, her hair turned black and red, and her face was covered with cracks.
"Boss, she seems to be more aggressive, are you buffing him?"
"Well, read it backwards."
"ah?"
"Supreme, Double, Sealed Song"
As Su Xiao's voice gradually increased, the saint's sea urchin-shaped pupils shrank and turned into emerald green normal round pupils, her hair also returned to gold, and the cracked cheeks healed quickly.
With a plop, the saint fell to the ground. She seemed a little dazed, but when she saw Su Xiao, she immediately shrank back and leaned against the wooden wall.
"Please don't hurt me."
The current saint looks 'weak', desperate, and helpless.
"Boss, is this woman a little schizophrenic?"
"If that's the case, it's okay."
"That is?"
"Soul separation."
Su Xiao's soul separation does not mean that the soul of the saint is cut into two parts. If that is the case, the danger of the saint will be greatly reduced.
God knows how those who reformed the saint did it. They split the soul of the saint, and only cut the upper part of the soul, so that the lower part of the soul of the saint is still connected.
The left side of the split soul is used to maintain sanity, and the right side is dedicated to fighting. The advantage of this is that the saint can be manipulated in a certain way to prevent her from being indistinguishable from the enemy.
Su Xiao stepped into the wooden house. Seeing this, the saint's body curled up, her hands hugged her legs, like a hedgehog in danger.
Su Xiao stopped five meters in front of the saint. As soon as he stopped, the saint bit his arm. She was threatening the enemy by hurting herself.
"The Empress Dowager was destroyed long ago, and the war ended long ago."
"Destruction, end"
The saint muttered to herself, blood streaming down the corner of her mouth.
"This is the House of Death."
Su Xiao snapped his fingers while speaking, which was to attract the attention of the saint.
"It turns outthat's how it is."
The saint's eyes gradually recovered, she slowly raised an arm, obviously, she wanted Su Xiao to hold her hand.
Su Xiao didn't hold the saint's hand because he wasn't sure if she would go crazy again.
A Shadow Stone appeared in Su Xiao's hands, the risks and benefits are equal, it is difficult to obtain benefits without taking risks