Chapter 106

Hunter Felix and factory owner Wei Luo were also here.

"To be honest, I've played so many games, and I've really never encountered such a tricky instance setting."

"Yeah... even the murderer doesn't know he's the murderer, where would I know."

Felix only raised his head when there were few people, not knowing if it was social anxiety or what.

Wei Luo waved his hand and retorted, "You can't say that; this way, those game veterans can't infer the murderer by observing expressions, which is quite fair."

The two saw Su Mian walking over and immediately saluted.

"Princess."

"Princess Highness."

Su Mian was still not used to this awkward title; she waved her hand and looked at the steps of the banquet hall, where the king died miserably.

His limbs were tied to the hanging lamp hanging down, and his limb joints were spread in different directions.

The palms and toes were spread very wide; Su Mian narrowed her eyes slightly and found that it was because the thin thread was tied tightly.

There was a strange sense of distortion, as if it were a carefully manipulated puppet.

What's even stranger is that the king's teeth were all gone, and he opened his mouth when he died, revealing an empty oral cavity.

In the center of the banquet hall, a pair of red cloth dancing shoes were placed on the display stand, with silk ribbons hanging down.

She stared for a while, and suddenly spoke.

"I don't know if you've heard a fairy tale."

"People who wear red dancing shoes will dance forever until they die."

Generally speaking, in fairy tales, only girls will over-display themselves to fight for dancing shoes, secretly sprouting conspiracies.

But Maoshi just said, "Anyone can own red dancing shoes, regardless of gender, age, or age."

If it's in the main world, having "charm" is indeed very popular in that era of looking at faces, but here... what meaning have red dancing shoes been given, making so many people fight for them.

Wei Luo scratched his head, "Little girl, don't make things difficult for a middle-aged uncle like me, I haven't heard of fairy tales."

The three were about to talk when the old butler coughed, appeared from nowhere, lifted his eyelids and stared at Su Mian.

"Princess, it's time."

It's time?

What's time?

She rubbed her fingers and nodded calmly, following him; Su Mian thought it was time for some piano etiquette class.

As a result, the destination became more and more wrong; the wall changed from smooth tiles to mud bricks, and the light gradually dimmed, and the smell of blood could be faintly smelled.

Subsequently, the stone room at the end of the corridor came into view; Su Mian's eye sockets reflected the unspeakably tragic scene, and the dizziness hit her brain instantly.

She stopped immediately, swallowed, and forced herself to organize her expression.

The butler didn't notice anything unusual, just smiled and lowered his head.

"Princess, as you said, after whipping, they took a hot salt bath; those who didn't groan are all here, those who groaned were beaten to break their bones and thrown to feed your pets."

God, what a fairy tale instance.

This is clearly a dark fairy tale instance, right?!

Su Mian picked her ears, a bit unable to believe what she heard, looking at the scene in front of her.

Those blonde men were all shirtless, their strong abs were full of whip marks, and their eyes looking at her were full of numbness.

She persuaded herself for a long time before maintaining the character setting, nodded stingily, and walked forward with her spine straight and dignified.

"Where did the ones I picked last time go?"

Su Mian tentatively opened her mouth, and the old butler took a step forward.

"That one is already dead, Princess; if you are not satisfied, pick a few more this time."

That means only one was picked last time, and picking one this time will be enough.

She breathed a sigh of relief and scanned these white-skinned people.

Rather than people, it's better to say a group of slaves who are not even as good as servants; it seems that the difficulty of this princess character is quite high.

Suddenly noticing a tall figure curled up in the corner, Su Mian looked closely.

Red hair.

By mistake, she pointed casually, "That one is not very clear, drag him out."

Hearing this, the group of men raised their heads and moved to drag the one inside out; the red-haired man's arm was dragged out by a huge force and hit the railing hard, but this person didn't groan.

It's not him.

Su Mian quietly examined the man's face; his pupils were gray, and half of his face was hanging in his hair, not clear, but the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, looking very contemptuous and very annoying.

"Princess... this, this is a special case."

The old butler leaned forward slightly, looking embarrassed, "He is a mute; according to your requirements, he was selected, but... this guy is brutal, and has beaten many servants to death."

The implication is just to take a look, this one is too dangerous, don't get close.

"What's his name?"

Su Mian was a bit unwilling; she raised her head to ask; the red-haired man lifted his eyelids in the dark, silently examining the girl outside the iron door.

"Back to Princess, his name is Saphir."

"Princess, do you want to see others..." The butler looked at Saphir's expression and secretly thought it was bad.

If he let him out and hurt the Princess, he couldn't afford it even if he took his head to see the King.

Su Mian frowned when she heard this name; she looked at the man, and for some reason, her heart moved, so she masked her complex expression and turned to show a spoiled expression.

"I want this one! He looks very resistant to beating."

The old butler wiped his sweat, terrified, "Princess, Princess... this really won't do."

"Are your old bones hard? Dare to challenge me?!"

Su Mian pretended to be evil, threatening to grab the old butler's neck, "Do you want me to help you loosen up?"

"No no no... can't, Princess."

The old butler was miserable, so he had to turn around and call two guards to open the door, using iron chains to bind the man's hands and feet.

The iron chains on his hands were connected to an iron collar on his neck; the iron ring was two or three centimeters thick, looking like it could bend an ordinary person's spine.

But the man stood there straight, without any abnormality.

The guard handed the end of the chain to Su Mian.

She held it with her right hand and pulled it lightly, finding the man staggered, and then retracted her force.

"From now on you are not called Saphir."

She spoke with her back to the man; Su Mian's long eyelashes drooped, masking the emotions in her eyes.

"Change your name to Forty."

Saphir.

Sulfur.

It means sulfur.

The man didn't give any response, because he was a mute; I don't know if it was because of the smiling lips themselves or something else.

Su Mian always felt he was laughing, giving people a feeling of a bottom-level violent pleasure criminal.

Honestly, the DM couldn't become a passerby NPC in the instance, but when looking at those eyes, her brain twitched and she spoke, not thinking much.

It doesn't matter, anyway, she had to choose to maintain the character setting, it's all the same.