Infinite Throne

The sound of the human skin drum is somewhat unique. There is silence everywhere, and each sound is like a beating in the heart. Before they knew it, their heartbeats were beating at the same frequency as the drums.

I don't believe in this dinner, I want to leave here, but I don't know what I'm afraid of, so I don't dare to say anything rashly.

I originally thought this was an exciting game, but now I felt a faint sense of fear in my heart. Even the boldest nobleman secretly prayed that the flowers would not fall into his hands.

Unresolved is the most deadly.

They passed the bouquet of roses frantically, as if it was not a beautiful bouquet of flowers, but a hot potato, a reminder of death, a death note. Even the little girl selling flowers did not hesitate to throw the bouquet to others for fear of keeping it in her own hands.

Invisible music surrounded everyone, and transparent silk threads entangled them like spring silkworms spinning silk.

The prisoners in the basement are not in the cocoon. They all know how powerful No. 11 is and are willing to pay a little more patience for this game.

"Dong——"

The drumming stopped.

The bouquet fell into the hands of an aristocratic lady. She suddenly lost her composure and tried to throw the rose bouquet away. The people around her quickly dispersed.

Although Hua successfully threw it out, the card in her hand already showed the writing: Made into a toy.

"What toy?"

"Is it that kind of toy?"

Compared to hanging, the content on this card is much gentler.

It is practical but not very detailed, making many people smile. You can understand what kind of toy a young and beautiful aristocratic lady was made into after just thinking about it. Some people even breathed heavily and couldn't wait to stare at the slim dress on the noble lady.

"Who will make her into a toy?"

"There are many kinds of toys. I wonder what kind of toys she will be made into?"

"It should be what we thought..."

The guests present were mainly male. In this era of relatively backward spiritual civilization, most of the people who could commit crimes were aristocratic men, and they didn't even bother to cover up their twisted desires.

The eyes that fell on the noble lady were full of ambiguity, and they were vaguely looking forward to what was going to happen next.

This lucky and unfortunate aristocratic lady looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old. She was fair and beautiful, with delicate features, like a life-size doll.

She realized something was wrong and tried to escape. Looking around, the entrance has disappeared, and I can't find the direction to leave.

Those eyes staring at her were like those of hungry wolves, very revealing. Crisis was everywhere. She turned her sights to King Andrew and begged:

"Uncle, I don't want to play this game anymore, I want to go home..."

"Then no more fun." King Andrew still doted on this beautiful little girl. In other words, he also noticed the undercurrent of this banquet and wanted to leave here early.

"You are not the host of the banquet." A cold voice sounded from the void, asking: "Death can leave early. Does anyone want to leave early?"

"I..." The noble lady wanted to continue speaking, but she lost the ability to speak, as if an invisible thin thread had sewn her mouth shut.

The severe pain made her feel like she was falling into hell, and her facial expression was completely out of her control. She still maintained her previous look, proud and beautiful.

She is a noble lady held in the palm of everyone's hand, and it is not an exaggeration to call her an imperial princess. There were no traces of blood or marks left on the places where the silk thread had been sewn, and no one except herself noticed the pain.

She tried to ask for help, but those people looked at her with admiration and showed no intention of helping her.

The girl's desperate eyes are like a beautiful painting, simply too beautiful to behold. Maybe some people have guessed the truth, immersed in the unspeakable excitement, continue to maintain the hypocritical and pale illusion, and joined this carnival of villains.

[Horror value 61%]

"My favorite toy is a stuffed bear."

"It's soft to hold and filled with fresh cotton."

"But it's not special enough."

"Of course my toys have to be unique. If they are like other idiots, then I would rather not have them."

“I’ve been making fresh toys for so many years and just recently found inspiration.”

"First of all, choose a beautiful body. It must be alive, otherwise the toy will not look good and look like a dead person."

"Inject a special potion, and the flesh, blood and bones of the whole body will melt quickly, and a few small openings will be opened to let the melted mixture flow out, leaving only the empty skin."

"If you don't like the sleeping toy, you can kill her while she maintains a normal expression."

"Toys can laugh, cry, get angry, be scared, what they will look like when they die, and what they will look like forever after they are made into toys."

The girl's voice was clear and melodious, like a cute lark, but what she said had nothing to do with cuteness.

She didn't feel at all that what she did was an excessive thing. Instead, she was a little proud, like a child showing off her proud work, hoping to be praised by everyone.

She walked towards the platform step by step, and there was a gentle white light cast from the top, which just enveloped her, changing positions with her movements.

Wearing crystal slippers inlaid with pearls and gems, she stepped on the stairs with crisp steps, perfectly matching the sad and gorgeous music.

The white light clearly illuminated the tiny hairs on her cheeks, casting a graceful shadow on the ground. If one ignores the off-stage environment, she looks more like a prima donna who is about to take the stage.

But her movements were a little stiff, not obvious at first, but getting closer to the platform, the weirder she looked. Like a puppet being manipulated, only her clear eyes could reveal her extreme fear.

Her perfect lip shape was like a gift from God, and her color was similar to that of pink rose petals. She had a kind of innocent beauty that was ignorant of the world, and her words sounded like the cry of a lark:

"I like beautiful toys, and I hope they feel like stuffed bears."

"After washing, the toy is half done."

"Stuff velvet or soft cotton into the cut left before, and my favorite toy is done."

When she finished, the audience was talking:

"What a good inspiration, I dare say it must be much more comfortable than the velvet pillow in my home."

"I remember that I have a few suitable servants at home, but I don't know how to prepare that kind of potion."

"After this banquet, this kind of toy may become a trend in the imperial capital."

"Isn't it a bit too much?" Mrs. Rose's face turned pale, looking at the girl on the stage who looked like an angel from a distance.

"Even if it's excessive, it's not your turn to say it. Madam, you don't know, she is very jealous and hates all women who are more beautiful than herself. Many girls of her age have been made into toys by her, filling up a whole room." The skinless man stared at Mrs. Rose and showed a twisted smile. He personally sent this invitation letter to invite the guests he admired the most.

"Among those toys, there are some missing female nobles, including the former mistress of His Majesty the King."

"She didn't ask for you from His Majesty, did she?" The skinless man asked back.

Mrs. Rose's face suddenly changed. In the past, this noble lady who was the center of attention had invited her to her manor to play many times, but King Andrew refused every time. He said he had to wait.

"It's all lies, made up for the effect of the banquet. She just said these things to scare you, don't take it seriously." King Andrew put his arm around Mrs. Rose's waist and comforted her softly.

Others also echoed:

"Yes, we are just creating an atmosphere. It would be meaningless if you believe it."

"Say it as scary as you can. Don't care whether it's true or not. Of course, this kind of thing is fake. How could it happen?"

"It's just an interesting game..."

Mrs. Rose seemed to believe it, and broke away from the king's arms and sat next to him.

The noble lady who drew the "toy" card stood on the second-floor platform, facing everyone, holding up her skirt and saluting, showing a flawless smile, but there was only horror and fear in her eyes.

Such a strong sense of contrast immediately aroused the interest of many guests. They laughed, drank with each other, and praised the lovely noble lady for her outstanding acting skills.

I don't know where she took out a silver syringe and inserted it directly into the blood vessel on her wrist, allowing the bright red liquid to flow into her body.

"What is that?"

"According to her description, it should be the kind of potion that can melt flesh, blood and bones."

"Is there really such a magical potion? Why doesn't it damage the skin outside?"

"Isn't that the point?"

"Is the thing she is injecting now real?"

They stared at the noble girl intently. She did not disappoint, always looking back at everyone with a perfect smile.

If a person keeps this smile for a few seconds, it can still be called pleasing to the eye, but if it lasts for a few minutes without any change, it will be a bit scary.

The fear and pain in her eyes became more and more intense, and bloodshot eyes appeared, quickly covering the entire eyeball, and soon calmed down.

She was slightly suspended upwards, with the weight of her whole body concentrated on her feet. The gorgeous crystal shoes had fallen off, and the originally white and tender feet turned swollen purple.

It was as if an invisible sharp blade had cut her feet, and the plasma mixture instantly covered the entire second-floor small platform. The blood dripped down and flowed down the steps, like a layer of blood-red fungal carpet.

The strong and pungent smell of blood mixed with the special smell of potion, and the strange fragrance of roses, made people doubt that this pool of blood and flesh mixture was the sum of all the blood, flesh, bones, and organs that flowed out of her body.

She still had that smile on her face, and her body suddenly became light and fluttering, as if it would fly away at any time, like a full balloon.

[Horror value 63%]

[Horror value 66%]

[Horror value 69%]

Countless tiny goose downs floated down from the sky, fluttering like a light snow. Her body then filled up, not as empty as before, as if filled with goose down.

The girl's skin on the outside was impeccable, complementing the pure white goose down. When the white goose down fell on the second floor and the stairs, it was quickly soaked in blood, leaving no trace.

I don't know who started to applaud first, mixed with vomiting and praise.

"What a wonderful performance!"

"Even more amazing than the last one! It's a very good toy!"

"I have successfully overcome my fear of toys and am looking forward to the next performance."

When the noble lady walked back to her seat barefoot, Mrs. Rose quietly pinched her wrist, which was as soft as boneless, just like holding a fine velvet pillow.

It is truly boneless. ,Please remember:,