This villain, please exercise some restraint.

The high-rise building is divided into five floors. But as he got closer, "Mian" looked up, only to find that the first two floors, which were originally glowing with red light, were already dark, with only a few half-closed windows on the higher floors. , leaking out traces of crimson color from time to time.

It was pitch dark on the first floor, and it was almost impossible to see anything. There was only a dim light on the stairs in the corner.

"Mian" clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand and walked quietly towards the direction of the stairs.

Whether it was his imagination or not, the air seemed to be filled with a stronger smell of blood. This smell was even worse than outside the high-rise building.

The moment he stepped onto the stairs, he saw a notice board with a bloody handprint on the winding steps, already standing there quietly.

【Water is the source of life. 】

A few very simple words, and the half-dried handprint scrawled in blood happened to be where the word "water" was.

Then under the dim light of the stairway, "Mian" bowed slightly and looked down. Upon closer inspection, he saw blood droplets spreading up the stairs above, one drop after another, with very few intervals, towards a red thread.

"...Shi Si."

A not-so-good idea quickly emerged in his mind.

This thought made him immediately stand up and run wildly upward.

The second floor is still empty and dark, but if you listen carefully, you can always hear the tooth-aching sound of chewing coming from some corner.

There was still a dim light flickering on the stairs in the corner.

"Mian" felt his heart beating uneasily. At the top of the stairs, he saw the same sign.

[White chocolate bar, crunchy and crunchy. 】

The meaning of this sentence is unclear, but if it is coupled with the small pool of blood under the notice board and the occasional crunching sound between the empty floors, it will not be too vague.

Without any time to think, "Mian" gritted his teeth and quickly ran towards the third floor, which was glowing with red light.

"What beautiful eyes, like obsidian. If I can get one of them, the door to the fourth floor will be open for you."

With a somewhat exaggerated tone of emotion, "Mian" poked his head out and saw a heavy table placed in the center of the huge third floor.

On one side of the table, there sat a black-haired girl with bandaged eyes, her long hair hanging down to her waist. Although she said such words, there was no expression on her face.

Like a puppet.

The face was so pale that you could even see blue veins underneath the skin.

"Are you going to give me the right one or the left one?"

Tilting her head, the girl asked.

The white-haired young man sitting on the other side was still sitting upright at this moment, his expression neither slow nor arrogant, as if he was just here to have fun.

But "Mian" never missed the damaged hem of clothes and the thick white wrapped around the wrist of his left hand. The index finger of his left hand, which was also wrapped in white, was completely wet with blood.

In the flash of lightning, "Mian" thought of the two notices, so - on the first floor, the so-called "water" was actually "blood", while Shi Si cut his wrist to get blood.

So...the second layer is missing...the left index finger, and the corresponding one is-a crunchy white chocolate bar!

"Mian" stared at the blushing face, feeling an unreasonable...anger in her heart.

Yes, anger.

He remembered that when Si was still called "Temperance", he was quite sensitive to pain, and as a Temperance, he always tended to try his best to avoid such possible pain.

Why...why now, he can give up certain parts of his body as he says, and don't want them when he says he doesn't want them...Can't he...not feel the pain?

"If an eye is inevitable from this level, then...come and get mine."

A sudden sound interrupted the girl's pale hand that stretched toward the white-haired boy's left eye. The girl's hand paused in mid-air, then twisted her neck and looked in the direction of the sound source.

The young man in red stood in the darkness with an expressionless face, and his fearless phoenix eyes stared at her with indescribable sharpness and majesty that could not be ignored.

The girl was strangely silent for a moment, then blinked and stood up.

"However, I don't like your eyes. The emotions they contain are so simple and simple, and they surprise me far less than these black eyes."

The girl's hand once again reached towards the white-haired boy's eyes, with the implication that she was determined to win.

"Sorry, if you want to get this eye now, you may have to waste some effort."

The white-haired boy who had been sitting silently raised his head. Under the sweaty white hair, there was a face that was as pale as the girl's.

But the words he spoke were very relaxed, like a casual conversation between friends.

"Oh? Waste some time?"

The girl cracked her lips and smiled, her voice cold, "You should know, right? Either keep what I need, or keep them all as...a dead corpse."

"You're already here, so don't try to be clever. The rules are very simple, and those who are clever...are the ones who die the fastest."

The white-haired boy smiled slightly when he heard this, stretched out his injured hand, and could not refuse, grabbing the girl's cold hand.

Shi Si was very close to the girl, and the bloody smell on his body due to injuries rushed into the girl's nostrils, making the girl couldn't help but move the tip of her nose slightly and sniff.

"It's...the smell of life surging..."

The girl said, feeling a little absent-minded, but after only a very short moment, she felt the stinging pain from her back.

The next moment, the long sword penetrated the chest from behind. The long-haired girl lowered her head and let out a shrill cry. Then it turned into a ball of blood mist, exploded, and finally merged into the crimson air.

"Now, life is indeed surging."

Shi Si stared at the blush that was quickly diluted in front of him, but there was a weak and cold smile on his pale face.

He looked at Mian, and then at the long sword in his hand. Just when he was about to speak, there was a rustling sound from downstairs, as if something was moving up.

The blood on the third layer seemed to become thicker with the arrival of the sound, exuding a strong... ominous aura.

"Mian" said nothing, but once again clenched the sword in his hand.

Perhaps it was the death of the girl on the third floor that disturbed the beings downstairs who were originally being comforted.

Shi Si grabbed Mian, who seemed to be planning to fight, and ran towards the corridor that had been open since the girl was stabbed through the heart by a sword.