Capítulo 128

That's what Lu Qingyuan likes to see most.

But this time, Lu Qingyuan's approach to Yu Tang was destined to be a miscalculation.

For a whole month, the illusions changed dozens of times.

Yu Tang showed no sign of losing control; his gaze remained clear and calm.

Finally, the illusion dissipated, and the black mist receded from his body like a tide.

Lu Qingyuan stood up from the throne and looked Yu Tang up and down.

His expression was extremely complex.

Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he realized what it meant.

He asked Yu Tang, "Are you simply not capable at all?"

Yu Tang: ¿ ¿ ¿ ¿ ¿

Chapter 4

Died for the fifth time for the villain (04)

"Hahaha!"

The system burst out laughing: [Host, how dare he insult your dignity as a man!]

Yu Tang had been thinking that if he won, he could make demands of Lu Qingyuan, but the other party's "no" almost choked him to death.

Looking at that incredibly handsome face again, Yu Tang felt a pang of regret: how could such a handsome guy have such a mouth?

With a livid face, he forced a professional smile: "I'm sorry, Mr. Devil, it's not that I'm incapable."

"It's because we've all received professional training, and we always adhere to professional ethics unless absolutely necessary."

"Heh, if it doesn't work, it doesn't work. There's no point in making excuses." Lu Qingyuan glanced at him: "Forget it, I guess I'm just unlucky to run into a special case like you."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and Yu Tang's wrist was released.

Yu Tang rubbed his wrist and was about to speak when he looked up and saw Lu Qingyuan's gaze on him. Noticing his gaze, he immediately looked away.

“Although you’re old and incompetent, I have to admit, you have a great figure,” Lu Qingyuan said. “Much better than those pale-faced angels.”

"Thank you..." Following the principle of reciprocity, he returned the compliment: "Although you are tasteless and arrogant, I must say, with your appearance, you are much more pleasing to the eye than those fierce and evil demons."

The system burst out laughing: 【Hahaha, you two are at it again!】

"Of course." But to everyone's surprise, Lu Qingyuan wasn't angry at all. Instead, he ran his fingers through his hair, twirling a strand, and said, "I am the embodiment of beauty and strength. Of course, I can't be compared to those low-level monsters."

System: [Host, I think you've lost this round.]

Yu Tang: Shamelessness knows no bounds; he won. I concede defeat.

"I think you're quite an interesting person." Lu Qingyuan made a grabbing motion in the air, and a set of shirt and trousers matching his own appeared in his hand. He tossed it to Yu Tang: "Want to make a bet with me?"

Yu Tang didn't put on airs. In front of him, she took off her tattered white robe, took the clothes Lu Qingyuan gave her, and put them on.

But he didn't notice the smile that appeared on the other person's face after seeing him put it on.

Yu Tang asked knowingly, "What kind of bet?"

"You came here to reform me and stop torturing humans, didn't you?" Lu Qingyuan: "Let's make a bet on this."

"I'll take you to the battle royale game I created, where there are six players per round and monsters are randomly generated."

If you can get all of these players out of the game without a single one missing, then you win.

“Best of three,” he said. “If you win, I promise you I'll stop torturing humans, but if you lose…”

Lu Qingyuan laughed, revealing his sharp teeth: "You'll have to willingly offer your soul to me."

He licked his teeth: "I think it will be a rather delicious dinner."

“Sure…” Yu Tang agreed quite readily, which surprised Lu Qingyuan.

Lu Qingyuan frowned and said, "If I remember correctly, even if you angels die physically, you will be reborn in the Heavenly Tree."

But once you willingly sacrifice your soul, you truly die.

He asked, "Aren't you afraid of dying at all?"

Yu Tang raised an eyebrow and said, "Because I know I will not lose."

Moreover, he was destined to die anyway, so he wasn't afraid of dying.

Lu Qingyuan clapped his hands: "You really are the most special angel I've ever met."

After all, most of the angels he had ever seen held that cross, spread their white wings, looked at him with a compassionate expression, and said to him:

You are an anomaly in this world; you shouldn't even exist.

If they continue to disobey, they will eventually be swallowed by darkness, lose their minds, and become true monsters.

But Yutang is different.

Compared to an angel, Lu Qingyuan felt that Yu Tang was more like a devil, which made him... even more eager to see the man lose control.

Watching him lose the bet in despair, and finally being devoured by himself bit by bit.

Just thinking about it makes me excited.

"Enough with the nonsense." Yu Tang raised his hand: "Let's draw up a betting agreement. That way, we can avoid you denying your debt if you lose."

Lu Qingyuan snapped out of his daze, raised his eyebrows, bit his finger, and drew a circular array in mid-air.

He read the contents of the agreement aloud in front of Yu Tang, then gestured for Yu Tang to bite his finger and leave a bloodstain.

Because Lu Qingyuan never thought he would lose. Therefore, this agreement was genuine.

If the loser breaks the agreement, they will be imprisoned in a dark prison forever, never to rise again.

Dark prisons are the most painful prisons for both angels and demons.

All abilities are stripped away, and a person is imprisoned for ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand years, living a life worse than death.

Therefore, once such an agreement is established, virtually no one will violate it.

"Alright..." Yu Tang withdrew his hand and asked Lu Qingyuan, "When are we leaving?"

"Aren't you already impatient?" Lu Qingyuan smiled at him. "Are you in such a hurry to be eaten by me?"

Yu Tang thought his smile was extremely annoying. But with such a face, there was a certain cuteness to it.

So, she couldn't help but reach out and pinch Lu Qingyuan's cheek, saying to him, "Yeah, I can't wait to see you, this little devil, lose the bet and burst into tears while rubbing your eyes."

Lu Qingyuan was startled by the pinch, then frowned, grabbed Yu Tang's wrist, and was about to get angry.

Yu Tang smiled at him and praised, "Your skin feels really nice, it's worthy of your beauty."

"Heh, of course." Lu Qingyuan immediately forgot he was angry and instead took Yu Tang's hand: "Alright, let's go, let's start the first game."

The next moment, Yu Tang felt a sudden dizziness.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in an art classroom. There were plaster statues piled up in the corner, and a few easels were scattered in the middle. The water in the bucket was stained gray with paint and was gently swaying.

He was accompanied by five other players, three men and two women, all of whom appeared to be college students in their early twenties.

Everyone looked bewildered.

Until they saw the four large words written in blood on the studio wall—Who killed me?

The two girls immediately screamed.

Yu Tang frowned, but didn't seem particularly scared. His gaze fell on his hands, which were still clasped together with Lu Qingyuan's, and then he looked up at the lazy little devil in front of him and asked, "Aren't there only six players? Besides me, there are five other people over there. So what are you?"

Lu Qingyuan readily answered him.

"I'm a ghost."

He said, "Don't you know that sometimes there are two ghosts in a survival game?"

"One is responsible for reaping lives, while the other..."

He pointed at himself and licked his protruding little fangs: "My job is to sow discord."

Chapter 5

Died for the villain for the fifth time (05)

Yu Tang was stunned for a moment.

He understood Lu Qingyuan's intention.

He would create a fabricated identity for himself, blending into the group of six players, while Yu Tang would do everything he could to save them. Meanwhile, he would do everything he could to kill them.

Yu Tang sighed: As expected, Lu Qingyuan wouldn't let him save people so easily.

"Where...where is this?" Among the three men and two women, there was a couple. The girl was being held in the arms of the boy, and her voice was full of fear.

At that moment, a mechanical voice suddenly rang out in the room: "[Welcome, players, to the battle royale game. Today's theme is—Who is the murderer?]"

Yu Tang looked at Lu Qingyuan, knowing that this must be the other party's doing.

On November 24, 20xx, a second-year fashion design student named Zhao Tingting hanged herself in her art studio and became a vengeful ghost trapped in a game.

The real murderer is among you. If you cannot find the killer of Zhao Tingting, you will all die in 72 hours.

Players, please cherish your time and find the murderer as soon as possible to hand over to Zhao Tingting, or you'll all be going to hell!

The game begins.

After the mechanical voice finished speaking, it disappeared without a trace.

“Zhao Tingting…” The girl, nestled in her boyfriend’s arms, looked terrified. She broke free from his embrace and said, “I’ve heard of that name before. Isn’t she your ex-girlfriend?”

She asked, "Is it the same person?"

The remaining two men and one woman also changed their expressions upon hearing this. After a moment of silence, one of the men stepped forward and said, "Let's all calm down first. It's strange that we came to this place. The strange voices and the so-called ghosts are also quite illogical. Besides, even if there are murderers among us, the police should be the ones to punish us, not this bullshit game."

He said, "Our top priority is to unite, understand the situation around us, and then find a way to escape from here as soon as possible!"

“Yes, Zhang Ping is right.” The male among the three men and two women echoed this sentiment.

He walked up to Yu Tang and said, "Hello, my name is Cheng Yuan. The five of us were planning to go hiking this weekend, but we just got to the foot of the mountain and somehow ended up here. What about you? How did you end up here?"

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