Trafford’s Trading Club

You cannot obtain souls by killing with your own hands. Only souls obtained through trade can be sacrificed - the second rule of club trading.

If the other party has malicious intentions, the club owner is given the power to eliminate them - the tenth of the club's trading rules.

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After the ancient well was opened, a corner of a stone staircase leading underground was revealed. After waiting for a while, seemingly waiting for the air replacement inside to be completed, Jonathan walked in holding an oil lamp.

The old butler stopped outside the entrance and said humbly: "Masters and ladies, please come in."

Kista's eyes tightened and she was the first to follow Jonathan into it. After him, everyone followed down the stone stairs one by one.

The butler did not go in in the end, but just waited in front of the entrance of the ancient well.

"Does the castle actually have such a basement?"

"It seems to have a history of hundreds of years?"

"Maybe it's more than just that."

The location is about thirteen meters underground. After reaching the bottom, there is a passage that can only allow one person to pass. After walking forward for about twenty or thirty meters, there is a cast iron gate. Years of humidity have caused the door to become rusty.

Jonathan opened the door with the key again, and everyone walked in.

Huge space.

The overall structure presents a circular structure, with a total of twelve stone pillars on the edges as supports. This is a space of about 300 square meters. On the circular wall, there are many reliefs of the same characters carved on it.

Wearing ancient clothes and holding swords in both hands... this is the head of a certain generation of the Ceausescu family. Among the many portraits of past leaders preserved in the castle, there seems to be one like this.

And the weirdest thing is that in the center of this underground space, there is a sarcophagus, placed on the three circular steps.

At this time, Mr. Jonathan suddenly turned around, walked to the door, and said calmly: "You guys, sit down... don't say anything. I will be back in half an hour, and then I will choose from among you." A successor.”

With that said, Jonathan closed the iron door directly, ignoring the questions from these descendants.

The rule passed down from generation to generation is to seal the devil at the cost of the souls of future generations. But even if the soul is used as the price, the sealing time is limited.

Then take life into account and use the longest sealing time. After the sealing time expires, the sealer's life will come to an end.

Only young people with strong souls can obtain the longest seal time. Young people have nothing to say, so they can choose offspring under the age of thirty.

And the soul is powerful...

For hundreds of years, even within the seal, the demon still tried to escape. The devil has cursed the entire Ceausescu family. As long as those descendants with strong souls get close, they can hear the whispers from the devil, or they may be slightly disturbed and see some strange phantoms.

If you keep it within half an hour, you can hear and see, but it will not be affected. Of course, in order to prevent the descendants who enter from knowing this secret early and pretending to obtain this inheritance right, it is necessary to remain silent before starting... The one who reacted the most was the qualified successor - for hundreds of years, Zio The Sescu family has always followed this ancient rule.

Jonathan had been like this thirty years ago, and his uncle had been like this even before that.

This is also an impossible move. In the beginning, this rule was only established because of the resentment of the ancestors. However, as the sealed demon suffered endless pain, the Ceausescu family had no choice but to do this.

Year after year, the endless pain caused the devil to accumulate resentment against the Ceausescu family. If the soul is impure and affects the strength of the seal, giving the devil a chance to escape, it will probably be a devastating blow to the Ceausescu family.

After all, that trading place is all about trading money. To put it simply, you get what you pay for.

"Before sunrise." Jonathan counted the time silently.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of footsteps coming from ahead. Jonathan couldn't help but frowned...Who else came in? Housekeeper? No, the housekeeper can't come in, and he won't come in either.

In front of him, a young man also holding an oil lamp appeared in front of Jonathan. Jonathan frowned in surprise: "Osmond? Why are you here?"

Osmond opened his eyes and looked at Jonathan's expression, and said calmly: "You...don't you want me to come?"

Jonathan frowned and said: "You have nothing to do here, go back to me."

Osmond suddenly sneered: "Sure enough...there are some shameful things about the Ceausescu family hidden here, right?"

"Get out!" Jonathan suddenly shouted, "This is not the place you should be!"

"What? Are you afraid that I will know the dirty, despicable, and even dehumanizing things you are hiding?" Osment walked in step by step.

Jonathan was about to say something, but at this moment he suddenly heard screams coming from inside the gate... angry screams.

Yell.

Jonathan's expression changed slightly, and he no longer cared about Osmond's arrival, but quickly opened the door.

The scene before him made his heart burst with fear.

What did he see?

Several fell in a pool of blood... Apparently the first ones to fall were women. At the same time, a young man from a family was being pushed to the ground by several other people at the same time... The young man held a dagger in his hand.

Bloody.

Crazy.

"Let me go! Let me go! Only those who survive can truly get the Ceausescu family's inheritance! You! All of you will die!!"

The young man who was covered was screaming crazily!

Jonathan felt incredible when he heard it...could it be that the whispers or fantasies brought about by the demon were so strong that in just a blink of an eye, people's minds were already lost?

No... he could hear the devil's whispers, as if it was making a mocking sound.

Not teasing, but like... watching a very exciting show! Jonathan can feel it...because he is the sealer of the previous generation!

Not only the young man who was covered, but also the others had ferocious expressions on their faces. As if possessed, under their eyes.

Red! It's glowing with a strange red color.

"Crazy... stop them!" Jonathan shouted loudly at this time: "Go and stop them! Who is coming... Kista! Kista!"

He was already old, and he was looking at Kista, who was bowing his head and keeping silent.

"You...want to die too, right?" Unexpectedly, Kista raised his head at this time and stared at his grandfather with hatred, "What a vicious old man...you want to kill us all. Is he buried here?"

"Kista, what are you talking about?"

"Nonsense?" Kista suddenly acted like those young people who had something strange, with dark red eyes and slightly trembling body: "I heard... I heard... the devil hidden here... Sure enough! Qi! The secret of the Osescu family! Sure enough, your selfishness! You old and immortal selfishness!"

"I don't know what you said." Jonathan took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Obviously you have also lost your mind. But I need you to wake up, right now!"

"Hahahaha! Osmond! Osmond!" Kista pointed at Osmond behind Jonathan and sneered: "There is no such thing as choosing a successor! You have already determined the successor long ago... Let us come here just to follow the ancient family motto, let us use our lives to fill this devil, right? Then Osmond can easily and happily get everything from the Ceausescu family!"

"I don't know what you are talking about." Jonathan said angrily: "I have not established the heir to the will at all!"

"No?" Kista sneered: "Aren't you going to admit it? Then why don't you let Osmond in? Could it be that he is not from this family?"

"This is not something you should pay attention to. Now, stop everything here immediately!"

Kista laughed loudly and said: "You don't dare to say it, right? You don't dare to say it, do you really think about it? You don't dare to say... Osmond is not your grandson at all, but your biological son." Right? You don’t dare to say that you really thought about letting your daughter get pregnant with your own child because of your ugliness and filthiness, right? "

"You..." Jonathan's expression changed drastically, he suddenly gasped and clutched his chest in pain.

"Are you feeling guilty, right? You are about to die, right? You made this determination because you are about to die, right? You know... Osmond is the most suitable person! But you don't You are willing to let him bear everything for the Ceausescu family! So you would rather sacrifice us!"

"Hu……"

Jonathan finished the sentence without words, and felt a strong angina as soon as he opened his mouth.

"You vicious old man... I will not let my fate be manipulated by you!" Kista's eyes were completely red: "I will not give up everything I have! Let him bear the responsibility for who should bear it... …you!"

Saying that, Kista rushed toward Jonathan crazily, and actually hid a knife in his sleeve.

The knife was inserted into Jonathan's stomach without any suspense, and then twitched violently.

Jonathan's eyes widened and he finally fell to the ground. He felt that life was passing quickly. He watched Kista turn around and fly towards Osmond in an instant.

Osmond was shocked for a moment!

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"Hmm...what a beautiful sound."

In front of the entrance of the ancient well, the maid of the club was gently tucking her arm behind her ear, pretending to be listening.

She looked back at Luo Qiu and Li Guo smiled slightly: "It's been a long time since I heard such a beautiful sound."

Although they had only known each other for a short time, Boss Luo still felt as if he was meeting each other for the first time. Luo Qiu glanced at the old housekeeper lying aside.

He watched with his own eyes as Osmond knocked him unconscious and then walked inside.

He doesn't have Yuye's hearing yet, but judging from the slightly happy expression of the maid, something is probably going on inside, right?

"Go down and have a look."

If there are centuries-old roots in the club, then face it.

Just as he was thinking this, Youye suddenly tilted his head slightly, and Luo Qiu also noticed it and turned around.

There was a nun walking among the grass, coming slowly.

"This place is desolate. I can't imagine there are other guests." The nun said softly.

Luo Qiu thought about some of You Ye's explanations about the Black Order, but he stepped aside and said calmly: "We have no intention of participating in what happens inside. We are just spectators at the moment."

The nun suddenly said: "In other words, no matter what I do, you two are not going to pay attention to it, right?"

Luo Qiu nodded.

I really just planned to come here to collect the bill...

"But it's hard for people to believe such words..." The nun suddenly sneered, "Especially the guy who hides his head and shows his tail."

Luo Qiu shook his head, no matter how much he said, there was no actual action. So he directly moved his body out of the way, allowing the other party to enter the underground secret room.

The nun was silent for a while, then walked straight towards the entrance of the ancient well.

She passed Luo Qiu's position, but suddenly her body dwarfed into a half-crouching posture. At the same time, the hem of the nun's robe was chatting at the same time.

There were no stockings on Miaoman's hidden legs, but a black gun bag - a silver-white pistol - was tied to her exposed thighs.

Pull out.

Completed in one go, with flowing movements.

Luo Qiu's first reaction, watching all this happen at close range, was...so handsome.

However, when the nun pulled out the silver-white pistol hidden in her thigh and pointed it at Luo Qiu with lightning, it was also the moment when her body flew out at the same time.

Because the moment the nun pointed her gun at Luo Qiu, the club maid had already kicked her sideways, swept across the nun's body, and kicked her away.

Boss Luo's exclamation had just started to rise, and an intuitive feeling came over - this nun seems to be a slut...

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PS1: As mentioned in the article, these chapters are an over-the-top plot similar to a novice tutorial. By the way, the style of the club, after the monsters are introduced, there are also some strange existences and the like. …So Boss Luo won’t be too active.

PS2: But I really like the new character Sister Ramias. As for why you like it? Of course, because this is the character I made. I ask you if you like the nun with a gun under her skirt? like or not? like or not?

PS3: So is what I write urban literature? Of course it is...a wonderful story wrapped in urban literature, laugh~

PS4: Wait, even if it is an over-the-top plot, is it human for the protagonist to not be active at the end? There will be another update in the evening, which may be late, because I have to go to the hospital for infusion, and I really can’t handle the fever. I may take a nap when I get back.

PS5: Who can give me some membrane techniques=. =