Chapter 371

Compared to the previous nightmare, Lu Mian could now "see" even more clearly; the dark red-haired man behind the narrow glass window actually looked 70-80% like Count Puifu.

As he raised his right hand to gouge out his own eyes, the muscles on his face squirmed, and his contours changed, instantly becoming exactly the same as Lu Mian's.

It was exactly the same as Lu Mian Lee from Cordu Village, not the current Charles Dubois!

When the dark red-haired man with Lu Mian's face gouged out his bloody eyeballs, Lu Mian also felt a sharp pain in his eye sockets, and his vision went black.

At the same time, a crazy "hahaha" laughter rang in his ears, which infected him, making him want to vent the irritability, violence, and bloodlust in his heart.

Suddenly, his right palm felt slightly hot, and that kind of pure madness surged into his mind.

The irritability, violence, and bloodlust that didn't know where they came from were immediately squeezed out of his body, and the crazy "hahaha" laughter disappeared instantly.

Lu Mian's vision also returned to normal, and he saw the novelist Arnold sitting opposite him and Count Puifu to his side.

They were smiling, watching other participants choose King Cake, completely unaware that an abnormal change had occurred in Lu Mian.

Lu Mian counted the missing King Cake pieces and glanced at Laurent, who was choosing, discovering that only a few seconds had passed, while he felt like he had experienced a long hour.

Relying on the "Beggar Monk" ability, he forcibly endured the emotional fluctuations caused by the "Blood Emperor" aura in his body, vaguely sensing a strange, crazy, bloody, and cruel spirit hovering in the void above his head.

This spirit, which made one tremble all over, was eager to enter Lu Mian's body, but was deterred by the hidden Alista Tudor aura, never daring to descend, and could only circle constantly above the living room, like a vulture wanting to feed on a corpse but afraid of a natural enemy nearby.

All the participants in the King Cake game present did not notice that such a spirit filled with madness was staring fiercely above their heads, choosing King Cake with laughter.

"Come on, come dance with the 'Blood Emperor'! Let's see if you are crazy, or if Alista Tudor is crazy!" Lu Mian, whose emotions were somewhat unstable, sneered in his heart.

Of course, he also knew that his "Blood Emperor" aura was just an empty shell. If that spirit really forced its way into his body, he would have no way to stop it and could only hope that Mr. "Fool"'s seal would be triggered and produce some effect.

And now it seemed that the crazy and cruel spirit also had no reason, was difficult to think, and could not distinguish what effect Alista Tudor's aura could specifically produce, only knowing to fear it instinctively.

Lu Mian controlled his state slightly, watching Ailuo and others choose King Cake while sensing the crazy spirit moving rapidly, and pondered corresponding questions:

"This seems to be the essence of the Sauron family's King Cake game...

"Puifu uses his own bloodline to summon the residual spirit of his ancestor through a simplified ritual, letting it enter the body of the person who eats the token and becomes the king...

"If such a crazy and bloody spirit really occupied my body and eroded my mind, I might have lost control on the spot. Ordinary people would almost certainly go crazy. What does Count Puifu rely on to stay normal? At least he looks normal, and he has been king who knows how many times...

"No wonder Termiboros asked me to change a piece of cake last time. If I lost control, its fate wouldn't be much better...

"Son of a sow! Why didn't you remind me today? Knowing that I have the 'Blood Emperor' aura on me and don't need to worry about being invaded by that crazy spirit, you chose to be a mute?

"Where did this crazy spirit come from? It's been two or three hundred years; why does it still exist?

"Does the Sauron family have a special way to preserve the spirits of high-ranking people, accumulating them generation after generation, or is it that Vumeda Sauron actually didn't die, or is the pollution of his remaining Beyonder characteristics too severe, and the Sauron family wants to rely on this method to eliminate it bit by bit? But it's been two or three hundred years!

"Gardner Martin's purpose is to confirm Vumeda's status...

"Uh, this crazy spirit has been hovering above my head, unable to fall... Will it slowly retreat later, or change its target, or create other mutations?"

Lu Mian's mind was highly tense, constantly paying attention to the crazy spirit hovering in mid-air.

If it really showed signs of forcing its way in despite the "Blood Emperor" aura, or brought other bad changes, Lu Mian would choose to "teleport" away directly.

Arnold, Malen, Elet, and others chose their King Cake one after another, leaving only the piece offered to Vumeda Sauron on the tray.

Count Puifu smiled and looked around:

"Everyone can start eating. Whoever bites that coin will be today's king."

After speaking, he took a bite of the King Cake in his hand elegantly, then took several more bites, his expression gradually becoming dazed and panicked.

There was no coin!

Count Puifu looked at the other participants in astonishment, the confidence that everything was under control gone.

At this very moment, he had only one thought in his mind:

"No, impossible! I am the one most like the ancestor!"

He locked his gaze on Ailuo, who was the only person present with Sauron family blood.

Although Ailuo was puzzled by her cousin's panicked and fierce look, as if he wanted to tear her apart, she still ate several bites of the King Cake.

Still no coin.

Count Puifu was even more confused. His gaze kept moving, and one guess after another flashed through his heart:

"Could there be an illegitimate child of a family member here?

"No, even if there is, I am the one more like the ancestor!

"Is there a high-ranking person of the 'Hunter' pathway on the scene?

"Impossible!

"Or, has someone here suffered from underground pollution?"

Seeing that Count Puifu was already scratching his hair in pain, and most of the game participants had eaten several bites of King Cake, Lu Mian slowly raised his right hand and took a bite.

As expected, his teeth hit a hard metal object.

He then spat the thing into his left palm; it was indeed a 10-Felkin coin.

Count Puifu's pupils suddenly dilated, staring fixedly at Lu Mian's face, wishing he could dig out every piece of flesh to examine it carefully.

The novelist Arnold laughed:

"Oh, finally there's a new king. It's always Puifu, which just gives me aesthetic fatigue; he can no longer think of good prank ideas."

Lu Mian picked up the coin and glanced at Arnold with a cold gaze:

"Who told you to speak?"

Arnold's body trembled, and he instinctively closed his mouth.

Lu Mian barely controlled the influence brought by the "Blood Emperor" aura again, only feeling that the crazy spirit above his head was circling faster and faster, seeming more and more impatient and violent.

He slowly looked around and revealed a smile:

"From now on, I am your king, or would you prefer to call me Emperor?"

For some reason, all the participants, including Count Puifu and Miss Ailuo, felt a throb to obey Charles's orders.

Of course, it was just a throb, a throb coming from the dual influence of words and momentum.

Among them, the poet Elet, who had just reached a sponsorship agreement with Charles Dubois, stood up completely unconcerned, pressed his hand to his chest, and bowed:

"Yes, my Emperor!"

Others, either following the spirit of the game or influenced by the throb in their hearts, also stood up and saluted in their own way:

"Yes, Emperor."

Lu Mian smiled at the corner of his mouth and pressed his right hand down, signaling that everyone could sit down.

He then looked at Count Puifu and raised his chin slightly:

"I order you to offer gold worth 30,000 Felkins."

Count Puifu was stunned, and complex emotions churned in his heart.

This was the first time he had been ordered by someone in the King Cake game.

He subconsciously wanted to refute in a joking tone, but remembered that once this occult game truly started, one could not disobey the king's orders, otherwise there would be a very miserable end.

Count Puifu gritted his teeth, stood up, and said:

"Yes, Emperor."

He left the large living room and, in the quiet waiting of the crowd, went up to a certain floor of the castle's main building and took out 5 heavy gold bars from the safe.

For him, 30,000 Felkins was not a large amount.

Seeing Count Puifu really offer him gold bars worth 30,000 Felkins, Lu Mian's heart was filled with regret:

If I had known he would obey orders, I should have asked for more!

"The problem now is how to bring the gold back later. Playing similar games normally, even if you accept 30,000 Felkins in person, you have to return it privately, otherwise you will deeply offend Count Puifu... Also, how should I explain to Gardner Martin that I became king but nothing happened?" Lu Mian thought while putting the 5 gold bars into his side pockets separately.

He turned to look at the novelist Arnold:

"Your task is to give someone present a kiss. The target is..."

As Arnold looked expectantly at the beautiful ladies, Lu Mian pointed to the poet Elet, who had just puffed on his large pipe:

"It's our poet."

After a brief stagnation, a guest whistled, and others began to boo.

Arnold stood up unwillingly, muttering:

"I really don't want to kiss that guy with bad breath; I could accept Malen instead..."

Although he was so repulsed, he still obeyed the order and kissed Elet's lips lightly.

Elet didn't care at all and laughed "hehe":

"I can feel your stiffness, Arnold. Cheer up, don't be like a country bumpkin who hasn't seen the world."

Lu Mian watched and listened expressionlessly, with most of his attention on the hovering crazy spirit.

Although it did not try to invade anyone's body, under its influence, everyone became a bit restless, and their emotions showed signs of instability.

The novelist Arnold, who usually liked to joke and was happy to be joked about, felt his expression turn cold after hearing Elet's teasing, as if he wanted to pick up the table knife and give the other party a jab.

He finally endured that impulse.

Lu Mian suspected that if the crazy aura didn't leave or dissipate, as the game progressed, the participants would become more and more restless, more and more irritable, and more and more bloodthirsty.

Just at this moment, a sharp, fearful scream rang out somewhere in the castle.

ps: Sorry, forgot to set the timer, sweat.

(End of chapter)