Chapter 413

Suddenly, Sima Di seemed to think of something.

He shot to the door and frantically pounded on it.

"Belier! Belier! Belier!"

"What are you shouting for! What do you want!" Awen's furious voice rang out from outside the door.

"Where is Belier? Where is Belier? Where is Belier?"

"What do you want with him?"

"Belier! Belier!" Sima Di did not answer, only continuing to pound on the door.

"So noisy! That guy went out on business!" Awen kicked the door again. "You old hag! Do you miss a man again? You say you won't obey Belier's orders, yet the moment he leaves, you miss him?"

"When will Belier return? When will he return?"

"Evening! He'll be back by evening! Speak up, you bitch, what exactly do you want?" Awen asked.

However, Sima Di no longer answered, nor made any sound.

Awen's heart jumped; he quickly took out his keys to unlock the door. Three different locks were on this door: electronic, fingerprint, and an old-fashioned padlock.

If this guy is dead, it would be disastrous; Belier would surely come to kill me!

However, after Awen opened the door, he found Sima Di completely unharmed.

Sima Di, who had been squatting on a stool eating silently, turned his head, gave him a look of disgust, said nothing, and continued eating on his own.

Awen was so angry he wanted to go up and beat him, but fearing Belier would hold him accountable, he could only let it go.

"If there is another time, you're dead!"

Awen issued a threat and slammed the door shut with a clang.

About a quarter of an hour later, Sima Di finished his meal.

The plastic bag was clean, not a single grain of rice remaining.

"I was very good, I listened to your words... I had to eat it all."

107 Everyone stop right now!

The feeling of suffocation struck again.

That lump was stuck in his throat.

He tried to spit it out but couldn't. He tried to swallow it but couldn't.

The pain was extreme.

What exactly happened?

Sima Di opened his eyes and saw the familiar room.

He curled up in pain on the floor, his fingernails leaving long scratches on the tile floor, making an unpleasant sound.

This is... that time?

The time when he crumpled the plastic bag into a big ball and tried to choke himself to death?

From the perspective of his current self, that method was nothing but stupid. Because it not only failed to kill him, but instead brought him endless pain.

After a very, very long time, Sima Di finally heard the footsteps of someone rushing over.

But in reality, only two minutes had passed since Sima Di swallowed the plastic ball.

Belier entered first, with Awen following behind him.

Belier had always felt a bad premonition today, so he ended his business early and rushed back.

Sure enough, he looked up at the monitor screen and saw that troublesome Teres.

Trying to commit suicide again!

Belier helped Sima Di up.

Sima Di painfully clutched his own neck.

"What exactly did you feed him!" Belier shouted sternly, his gaze fierce.

Awen was somewhat panicked.

"Heaven knows what he ate that he shouldn't have! But I swear I only gave him today's meal!"

"What did you give him today? Was it with bones?"

"No... no, just very ordinary food. Even if he swallowed it all in one gulp, he shouldn't have choked... Rice? Right! It was the rice! The plastic bag used to hold the rice! I haven't seen the plastic bags from these past few days!"

"Plastic bag... you really thought of that..."

Belier and Awen exerted great effort to pull the plastic ball out of his throat.

Sima Di lay on the floor coughing continuously.

This feeling of pain, he had actually tried it a second time.

Belier stood up, looked down at him, his expression cold.

"Teres, are you trying to learn from You Erjie and commit suicide by swallowing gold? What a pity. Here you do not have the right to die; the only thing you can click is the 'Start Game' before your eyes," Belier said.

"That guy chose such a useless successor? A useless person who only thinks of escaping through death? Tsk tsk, what a pity. It would be better if I did it. At least my underground dungeon looks better than that island," Awen said, his eyes filled with contempt.

"Awen..."

"What?"

"I think you misunderstood. The standard for selecting the Spade is not simply cruelty and madness. Your underground dungeon proves nothing but your perversion. You are still far from the standard of the Spade..."

"What? Then what exactly is the standard? Is it a useless person like this fool who killed someone and is now so scared, thinking of death every day?"

Belier did not answer Awen's question, only looking at him coldly.

With just that one glance, Awen felt the chill soak through his soul, leaving him with no rebellious thoughts toward Belier.

"I... I understand, I understand." Awen glanced at Sima Di, who was still coughing in pain. "Then what about him? He has finished reading all the materials left by the predecessors, yet he has shown no change at all..."

"I already have a plan in my heart," Belier said.

After all, Belial had gone today to acquire a mental hospital within that Eastern nation.

Sima Di did not know how long he had been coughing; he only felt slightly better when the scenery before his eyes suddenly shifted.

"Hehe, Sima Di. Heehee... it is Sima Di."

Sima Di looked at the opposite side in surprise.

How could he not recognize this fellow? That was his roommate, with whom he had lived for nearly a year...

Sima Di suddenly thought of something and looked at the person opposite him in terror.

Since he was here, it meant...

"I heard you ate human flesh?"

"No, no, I have never eaten it."

Sima Di rose, his whole body trembling as he moved toward the door.

However, he still underestimated the movement speed of a madman.

Before he could react, Sima Di was tackled to the ground by him.

This fellow bared his teeth and grinned at Sima Di, his eyes seeming to inspect where it would be convenient to take a bite.

"Hey... let me go..."

"Let me taste... I'll only taste a small bite, a tiny, tiny bite."

"No! Get away!"

"So stingy... but I have still decided..."

He bit down without hesitation on Sima Di's neck.

"Ahhh!!!"

The intense pain caused Sima Di to faint.

108, hurry and save me!

Brad fell silent for a few seconds, grinding a mouthful of silver teeth to dust.

"So... you are speaking up for this person who is utterly unworthy of the title of the Tenth Generation!"

"I am not speaking up for anyone; I simply wish to die... haven't you killed Mr. Bruce enough?" Zi Zi Busheng stepped closer to Brad, one step at a time.

"That Bruce wasn't killed by me..." Brad seemed to be defending himself.

"Stop talking nonsense... release him and kill me. That is all."