Infinite Throne

Send one or two?

Lin Yebai and Luo En looked at each other and remained silent. Luo En was hostile anyway, and they would fight sooner or later. It would be better to send the childbirth card and let Maya plot against him.

The effects of these cards are realized by the basement prisoners, and the effects are entirely controlled by Lin Yebai. This is a completely shady operation, and there is no fairness.

The purpose is to grab the horror value. The basement prisoners are willing to cooperate because they find it interesting, and they may collapse at any time, so it is difficult to use it on Luo En.

"Have you thought about it?" Luo En was secretly happy. The cub thought about it for so long, is it because I have a different status in his heart? Did he feel a sense of intimacy when he saw me?

When he gave the card to others, he sent it out casually, but when he gave it to me, he hesitated. Sure enough, I am special in his heart, worthy of being my cub!

"Well." Lin Yebai finally made a decision and sent out a card. When the handwriting on it appears is entirely up to him, and the content inside cannot be seen at this time.

These are more than enough to fool ordinary people, but not enough in front of Luo En. His eyes suddenly became deep, as if he was a little surprised.

He stared at Lin Yebai's back again and again, with unclear meaning.

[Super Rich Orange Seat]: Which one did the kid send?

[Wang Goudan]: I want to know too

[The Great Salty One]: I am smart and have seen through everything

[Mistakes Made in the Melon Field]: Woohoo, please spoiler, I want to know too

[Soft Cat Ears]: I always feel that Luo En looks weird

[Peerless Director]: The kid robbed his house, he must be mad

[Hua Ji Emperor]: It doesn't look like it, holding his chin

[Man on Man]: We will know soon

Soon Lin Yebai finished sending all the cards, and the second round of the game was about to begin.

Yin stood alone in the corner of the hall, slowly playing the harp.

The music was soft and low, like background sound, and it seemed to indicate that the feast was about to begin, and no one would sleep tonight.

Lin Yebai continued to announce the rules of the second round of the game:

"Pass the flower by beating the drum."

"The card will be redeemed to whomever it is passed to."

The drum was found by Jim, and he didn't know who the original owner was.

Pass the flower by beating the drum, the drum is an old human skin drum, the blood has faded, the bones are white and warm, and it is as exquisite as a work of art. The flowers are the roses from the flower girl, which are enchanting and beautiful, with a charming fragrance.

Lin Yebai knows what the cards in the guests' hands are, and he will beat the drum to ensure that the contents of the cards can be realized for everyone who takes a turn.

Until the horror value is collected to 90, Lin Yebai does not intend to let Luo En get the bouquet of flowers.

First collect the horror value, then turn against Luo En.

"Game start."

The human skin drum does not have a corresponding drumstick, perhaps it has been lost. Lin Yebai directly knocks it with his knuckles, and the sound is crisp, just in harmony with the music played by Yin.

The bouquet of roses began to circulate among the guests. There was no rule prohibiting talking at this time. The outsiders just thought it was a fun game and were very excited.

"Next time we can also hold a similar banquet. It's really interesting."

"Yes, what theme will we have then?"

"The host is so beautiful. Why did Mrs. Rose invite us to this banquet? Are they relatives?"

"I think he is more beautiful than Mrs. Rose. He must be a popular noble in the capital in the future."

"After today's banquet, invitations will fly to him like snowflakes..."

"I wonder if he has an engagement?"

"Such a noble and beautiful noble will definitely marry His Majesty Andrew's princess..."

Perhaps gossip is human nature. They even forgot the "thriller" theme of today's banquet and quietly explored Lin Yebai's life experience and origin. Some even suspected that he was the illegitimate son of the king and Mrs. Rose, which made Luo En's face even uglier.

The drums suddenly stopped, and the rose fell into the hands of a fat noble. He first sniffed the scent of roses, acted like a noble, and then raised the card in his hand. He enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention and said with a smile, "I'm looking forward to it..."

"Let me see what's on it?"

He cast his eyes on the card, which read: Hanging.

He was not panicked at all, but smiled proudly:

"Hahaha, I like this way of dying..."

"It's clean and fast."

"I once used pulleys to improve the gallows in the capital. The prisoners will not feel pain when they are hanged. It's just a moment. Even if they go to hell, they will be grateful for my kindness."

The basement prisoners stared at him with meaningful eyes, looking forward to what will happen next.

Poor and pathetic lamb, thinking he was looking down on all living beings, but he didn't know that he was at the end of his rope, and he generously thanked this way of dying.

Only the new strange cub dared to play such an interesting trick in front of Loen.

Speaking of which, this game has a strange sense of fairness. Everyone got a fear card, and the order had been disrupted.

The horrors that followed were all written by themselves, as if God was merciful, allowing the most vicious people to be judged in the way they feared.

Although the drums stopped, the harp continued. Silver plucked the strings slowly, and the melody was high and far, as if the gods were indifferent to the chaos of the world.

"I didn't expect you to be so lucky. You actually got the first one."

The other nobles looked at the lucky man with some envy.

On the second-floor platform, a gallows appeared.

It was a bit old and had been used a lot, so the pulleys and ropes were very smooth.

The fat noble who drew the "Hanging" card had a strong and thick rope around his neck. His expression suddenly changed, and he felt something was wrong.

This game seemed a bit too real...

And why did the rope appear so quickly?

He was clearly surrounded by many guests, why did he suddenly change to a bird's-eye view?

A pair of hands pushed hard behind him.

"Ka Ba——"

There was a dull sound from the pulley, and a fat body was hanging on the gallows on the second floor, hanging in the air, swaying.

The only thing on his body that carried his weight was the rope, which suddenly tightened and clanged, as if it would be exercised at any time.

The fat face had turned purple, and his expression was extremely ferocious.

His two eyeballs bulged outward, and he stared at all the guests below the stage from a bird's-eye view, as if he had something to say.

[Little Sunflower Mom Class]: Given the pulley, fat man, and rope, please draw a force analysis diagram for the man

[Literature Instructor]: Gravity, tension, friction

[Primary school students skipping homework]: Fear

"Ahhh——" screams came from the audience.

At this time

They realized that the person who drew the card seemed to have been hanged?

Looking back, the banquet hall seemed to be full of walls, the door had disappeared, and the huge crystal chandelier above was shaking, with the same arc as the fresh corpse on the gallows.

If the theme banquet was a novel and interesting thing in their eyes, it would be less interesting if they could die at any time.

Some of them deliberately wrote extremely bloody and cruel punishments in order to pursue excitement. Now thinking of what they received, they were sweating and their limbs were stiff.

The card in their hand was no longer a prop for fun, but a death warrant. No matter how they threw it, it stuck firmly in their hands, as if they had made up their minds.

[Horror Value 55%]

Lin Yebai's mouth corners slightly raised, a little satisfied.

This is just the first card, and more will be pulled out soon.

There was already some chaos under the stage. Lin Yebai controlled the gallows and slowly put the body on the first floor.

No matter where you are, order is always crucial.

If the participants flee, the game cannot continue.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the unlucky guy who had just been hanged approached the first floor little by little, his feet touching the ground. During this process, his bulging eyes kept staring at the people below, as if asking, who wrote the card that hanged him?

Everyone just felt that he was getting closer and closer, like a devil crawling out of hell, either screaming or retreating.

The prisoners in the basement were also mixed in, and they pretended to be scared, and laughed strangely from time to time, making the atmosphere even more weird.

The music suddenly accelerated, like the approaching footsteps of a demon, controlling the emotions of the listeners invisibly. Even if they didn't realize that someone was playing, the music was still received by the subconscious. Like a catalyst, it increases the horror.

[Horror value 58%]

The fat corpse suddenly opened his mouth and asked:

"Who wrote the hanging?"

No one answered.

He repeated the question again, his voice hoarse and gloomy:

"Who wrote the hanging?"

The screams became louder and louder, and the guests retreated together.

The fat noble suddenly pulled off the rope around his neck and smiled kindly:

"Now you don't need to be afraid."

"I have overcome this fear, and I hope you can too."

He jumped on the spot, his fat flesh jumping up and down, indescribably lively and cute, and he looked like a living person. The miserable appearance of being hanged before quickly disappeared, leaving only a slightly deep mark on his neck.

"Unexpected?"

"I'm not dead, I'm pretending."

He walked towards the crowd, and the group retreated together.

The music became tense, rising with his pace, with a sense of playfulness and some cold horror.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, I'm really not dead!"

"I didn't expect you to be so afraid of being hanged?"

"No way, no way, no one is really afraid, right?"

"This is just a game, you won't be scared, will you?"

He walked closer and closer, his voice was normal and powerful, and his tone was proud.

The skinless man shouted: "You are so stupid, how could we be scared?"

"Those who dare to come to this banquet are the most outstanding upper class in the entire empire, how could they be scared by a gallows?" No. 5 also said in cooperation.

"We retreated just to cooperate with your stupid performance. Isn't it, Your Majesty Andrew?" Lorne supported King Andrew, whose legs were shaking.

"Yes." Andrew tried to show a gentle smile, but there was a bit of fear on his face, which made the smile look a little distorted.

"It's good that you're not scared. You are such a great king!"

The nobleman who came down from the gallows flattered, his tone excited and urgent:

"Now we have overcome the first fear, what is the second fear?"

He sat back in his original position and returned the main stage to Lin Yebai.

The music became gentle and soft again, and began to accumulate energy for the next performance.

In fact, there was not much difference. After coming down from the gallows, the person who controlled the corpse became Lin Yebai.

Just a little bit of vitality is needed to temporarily cover up the horrible appearance of the corpse, continue to bluff, and make the tools sit there obediently and glow.