Otoko Game: Male protagonists, I’m just a scumbag

After hearing this, Lin suddenly turned his head away, not knowing what he was thinking.

Wei Lan was too lazy to care. After all, once he went to Harstad Town, the people from the Vatican would discover his abnormality and attack him.

Because of the holy water, the suppressed vampire power in his body was stimulated. After that, several days will pass and he should have forgotten about it. Moreover, No. 1 should have started to have a semi-strong affection with the heroine.

The heroine is such a scumbag!

But... he doesn't seem to be investigating because of me? Will he change his mind again?

"Oh!" A cry of surprise suddenly came from outside.

"Why did they fall here?!"

It seems that Lin knocked the man unconscious and has now been discovered.

"Come in and take a look!"

Immediately afterwards, there were hurried footsteps.

"Find a place to hide first!" Wei Lan said urgently:

"Otherwise, we'll have to die together! Remember to go to Harstad!"

After Wei Lan finished his supplement, he went to the exit alone.

Halfway through the walk, Wei Lan ran into soldiers who were looking for him. They actually said respectfully:

"your Highness,

One of them desperately asked: "Your Highness, how did you get out..."

Wei Lan only said one sentence:

"Okay! Time is almost up."

When he arrived at the execution ground, there were actually a large number of people surrounding it, all of them shouting for him to die quickly.

Wei Lan thought to himself that he was pretty famous.

Everyone present witnessed his death, and his head fell to the ground. In fact, it was a fake head, and the people were all isolated outside in the dark night, so it was difficult to see it clearly.

Afterwards, he was locked up again, but to prevent any accidents from happening, he was locked up in an abandoned old castle in the forest behind the castle.

"Your Highness, we will send food tomorrow morning." The two soldiers said and then retreated.

Wei Lan was holding a swan-neck silver candlestick. The interior of the castle was already quite old, and the forest outside was filled with gloomy winds, creating an extremely terrifying atmosphere.

The soldier just told him that a room on the second floor was cleaned.

Wei Lan was about to go up to the second floor, but he saw a mural above the big fireplace. There were many objects placed on this floor, all covered with a thick layer of dust. Could this be the old imperial palace?

Although the painting was covered with dust, Wei Lan seemed to have seen the woman in the painting before.

Yes, it seemed to be the original owner’s mother, Queen Karin. Wei Lan held a candle and walked towards the fireplace. He lit the ashy candles on both sides of the fireplace.

I was able to see the painting more clearly and found that it was indeed the original owner's mother. She was truly a beauty, with snow-white skin, long black curly hair, and a very bright and charming smile.

Speaking of which, the original owner was also quite miserable. His mother was executed when he was only a few years old, and he witnessed his mother's death with his own eyes.

Wei Lan thought about it and took a handkerchief to wipe the painting, but he didn't expect that the leg of the stool he was using to stand on suddenly broke.

Wei Lan lost his balance and hit the candlestick that had just been lit with his elbow. He thought the candlestick would fall over, but it didn't move at all.

. . .

No way? Wei Lan seemed to have guessed something.

So stupid? He reached out and tried to turn the candlestick, but nothing happened.

If something happened, Wei Lan might have cursed a few words, but nothing happened, which aroused his curiosity even more.

He turned the two candlesticks at the same time, and they turned immediately. Cracks appeared on the wall, and dust fell and turned into smoke. It seemed that they had not been opened for a long time.

Wei Lan covered his nose, picked up the candlestick and pushed open the fireplace.

It took a lot of effort to push it open. Wei Lan did not go in first, but found a wooden stick outside.

When I went in, I saw that the air was thin and the room was full of things. It turned out to be a storage room.

It was in vain that he thought there was something. After all, with this kind of plot, there must be something strange hidden inside. There were only some porcelain and paintings inside, except for a wooden box in the corner, which was quite attractive.

Wei Lan walked over and used the candlestick to light the candle on the wall, but he didn't expect that his foot stepped on something and there was a sound of a mechanism opening.

The floor in front of him was opened, revealing wooden steps underneath.

Wei Lan's heart was shocked. No way?

He walked down the stairs carefully, but he didn't expect that the stairs would break into pieces as soon as he stepped on them. He fell to the ground, grimacing in pain. The candlestick also fell to the ground and suddenly went out.

Grass.

It was suddenly dark all around, with only a faint light from above. He got up and cursed his father, but the stairs were all broken and he couldn't go up.

Wei Lan had no choice but to feel around. It couldn’t be that there was only such a small space underneath?

Unexpectedly, I didn't know where I hit the wall, and my body tilted while pushing the wall and fell to the ground again.

...It’s really enough, Wei Lan covered his forehead with his hands, he was hit on the head.

Looking up, I saw very simple walls all around, some of which were even peeling off, and flickering candlelight was seen on the walls at regular intervals.

“?” Is this a dungeon?

No, there are prisons everywhere in this country? Wei Lan thought. He stood up and looked behind him. He was completely stitched to the wall, and there was no trace of him at all.

Seeing that he could push the ball forward, Wei Lan stood up and walked forward. He was too curious and had endless energy when it came to the unknown.

They kept going forward for who knows how long, but the scene was still the same. When Wei Lan became impatient, they finally reached the end, but he was so shocked that he was speechless.

It was a huge silver cross, shining brightly, with a...person tied to it?

His fiery red long hair was like lion's hair and was in a mess of curls. His upper body was naked, and his lower body was white as a sheet of cloth, which barely covered his skin and was already tattered.

All the limbs were exposed, with wounds like those of a centipede. The extremely hideous scars seemed to have been formed by cutting with a special knife.

But the most terrifying thing was that on the man’s palms, there were large wooden stakes shaped like nails, piercing through his palms and nailed to the silver frame. The area around his broad palms was completely black, as if it was burning.

Wei Lan's scalp went numb and he couldn't stop shaking. What crime had this man committed to deserve such a severe punishment...

I'm afraid the bones in that hand must have been pierced. How painful it must be.

The person on the silver shelf seemed to notice the movement and raised his head. Wei Lan was so frightened that he had no time to react and was about to turn around and leave.

Then a arrogant voice was heard, even louder in this silent place:

"Why is there such an ugly thing today?"

Ok?

He didn't like what he heard. Wei Lan frowned and turned his head to think what a piece of crap, but he was immediately attracted to it.

The red-haired man snorted and raised the corners of his lips.

Wei Lan walked towards him step by step, fascinated, and then stopped in front of him. The man whispered, like a charming demon:

"Lift your head."

"Your eyes... are so beautiful..." He said this within a second when Wei Lan suddenly said this.

He looked up, and the man's eyes were like violet diamonds, bright and charming.

If it were a purple diamond, it would definitely sell for a lot of money, but unfortunately it is a human eye.

However, Wei Lan thought about it and wondered if the pupils were purple, would they be more valuable? Perhaps they could be sold to people with special fetishes.