Whispering Verse

"So are you ready? This is gonna be fun."

The saint said with a smile, and with a bang~, the cork of the first bottle of ten bottles of blood wine popped open automatically:

"The first bottle is the blood of evil souls. I spent a hundred years collecting the souls and blood of 999 evildoers to brew this bottle of blood brew."

God's collection was completely different from the blood that other people had brought last time. When the cork was opened, Shade actually heard wailing and cursing sounds coming from the bottle.

"Blood brew turns out to be not only blood, but also soul."

"Of course, it would be too boring if it were just the blood and soul of sinners. So, in my last year, I found a girl with the purest soul, turned into a mortal and fell in love with her, and on the wedding night, I She killed and poured her blood and soul into the blood brew.”

The expressions of both Sha De and the armored old man changed slightly. The other party was indeed the evil god.

"The last soul is a pretty good catalyst, a wonderful catalyst, giving this bottle of blood brew an extraordinary taste. So, is anyone willing to drink it with me?"

He looked at the mortals at the table.

Although the contents of this bottle of wine may not sound poisonous, the "soul" in the occult is contagious. After drinking the blood brew brewed by so many painful souls, unless one's own soul is strong enough, it will definitely be contaminated.

This is the basic knowledge about the soul in mysticism. Both Shade and the Witch know it, so they shook their heads immediately. Although Shade has a drop of divinity stored in his soul, he is not sure whether he can withstand the power of the blood wine brewed by the god himself.

Seeing that Shade and the witch refused at the same time, the old man and the twin girls also shook their heads wisely.

"What a pity. If a mortal drinks this bottle of wine, it can directly increase the power of his or her soul."

The saint said regretfully, and the wine bottle automatically poured a shallow amount of liquid into his glass. The saint shook it slightly and drank it all:

"Unexpected guest, don't you pursue power?"

"I just wish there were other ways."

Shade answered very cautiously, a strange smile appeared on the saint's face, and his sharp teeth were slightly exposed:

"Okay, then the second bottle.

This one is so interesting that I call it ‘the wine of blasphemy’. What is contained inside is the blood and soul of the traitor among the vampires who blasphemed me. Because the blasphemer never disappears, the wine contains more and more ingredients and the taste becomes richer and richer. To this day, I cannot even use a simple number to tell you how many blasphemous souls there are. So, would anyone like to drink with me? "

This bottle of wine sounded even scarier than the previous one. Shade and the Witch shook their heads immediately, and then the old man and the twin girls also rejected it.

"You are really boring. If you choose to drink the bottle of wine just now, it can directly transform any of you into an advanced vampire race. This is a power that is readily available, but none of you have noticed this. "

Power always comes at a price, especially free power. His temptation was of no use to Shade, the witch, and the armored old man, but the twin girls seemed a little moved.

But as the older sister, the girl in the white dress continued to shake her head rationally and still chose to reject the bottle of wine.

"The third bottle, the wine of elements. Earth, fire, water, air, and ether. In the distant past, I captured five powerful elemental life forms and took their blood to brew this bottle of wine. Someone is willing to try For a moment?"

He looked directly at the witch at the table, who hesitated:

"O God, I am willing to drink this glass of wine with you."

She became the first person to choose to drink with the gods at this drinking party.

"So does anyone else want to give it a try?"

He looked at Shade again, and Shade asked in his heart:

"What will happen if I drink this blood brew?"

【Only when you get in touch can you get the answer. 】

He hesitated and nodded:

"I want to try it too."

This kind of blood brew was obviously not acceptable to ordinary people, so the armored old man naturally rejected it directly. Although the twin girls have the potential to become witches, they are not witches yet. After hesitating for a while, they also chose to refuse.

So this time, the wine bottle poured half a cup of liquid into each of the three wine glasses. The blood brew of elemental life is also bright red, but the red color has some rainbow-like colors.

The crystal lamp's pendant clusters of tines swayed above the long table. In this hall that gradually turned blood red, the god held a goblet and looked at Shade and the witch while tasting the wine. As if she had been prepared, the witch drank the drink in front of her before Shade picked up the cup.

The next second, her body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it was about to explode. But as the witch muttered words, the energy that had nowhere to vent was directed towards her long hair.

The excessive spirit, or ether or mana, caused her hair to grow rapidly, until the long hair like a waterfall piled up into a hill behind her.

"The Witch's Hair Growth Spell."

She said to Shade.

Shade nodded, picked up the cup and took a sip, tilting his head as if listening to some sound. Then, in the astonished eyes of the other four people, a huge brass wheel appeared amidst the sound of whistles and bells. The four-color spiritual light penetrates the steam mist and shines in all directions.

Shade also drank the liquid in the wine glass in his hand. As the cold liquid with a fishy and alcoholic smell slid into his throat, the huge spirit that almost made him exhale in pain poured into his body. body and soul.

The danger after drinking this glass of wine actually lies in how not to be exploded by the huge spirit or ether in it. Ordinary spells, thaumaturgy, or the power of the witch are not enough to quickly consume these spirits, and the growth spell used by the witch just now should be exactly that kind of special spell.

Fortunately, Shade also mastered the power to consume a huge amount of spirit at once. When he put down his wine glass with a thud, the girl in a white dress at the table had already stretched out her right hand to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky:

"Snowing?"

The secret lock unfolded, pulling one end of the long table where everyone was sitting into the snowy street. But whether it was because of the presence of the saint or the influence of this strange [Night Manor], they were still sitting at the long table, and the long table penetrated the mystery and the manor, as if the two spaces were forcibly spliced ​​together. .

But being in the mystery still greatly weakened the influence of the saint. At least the remaining four people can now look around.

The armored old man looked up at the starry sky above his head with a look of nostalgia on his face; the twin girls looked at the falling snow in front of them in surprise, wondering what they were recalling; only the witch looked at Shade and hesitated for a moment:

"Mystery lock?"

"Yes."

It seems that the special ability of "mystery lock" also exists in the witch's power system.

"I remember the last time I was sitting at the table on this street, I was playing cards with the captain. I actually used the Mystery Lock twice in a row within half an hour."

Shade thought in his mind, while the spirit in his body quickly maintained the thaumaturgy through the life ring, his right hand twisted in the air, as if pulling a burning match out of the air:

"The first wish is for me."

He hesitated for a moment and then changed his words:

"Our ability to resist toxins increases."

He suddenly blew out the matchstick in front of him, and a tiny flame spread towards everyone. The witch looked even more surprised, while the gray-haired old man touched his body in surprise. The girls looked at Shade at this moment, but they didn't expect him to do this.

This is of course not a permanent enhancement, but a state that will be consumed. Shade originally thought about using the four wishes of the [Little Match Girl] to increase his resistance to poison, but he still felt pity in the end. After all, when facing the gods, even if it is the power of the Mystic Lock, the difference between one part and one quarter is not big.

"Second wish."

Then he pulled out a second burning match:

"Our mental resistance increases."

Then the third match:

"We can stay in a near-death state longer."

Finally, there is the fourth match. Shade consumed all the souls he brought with the bottle of blood wine and all the souls recovered after entering the Night Manor:

"Our luck has turned out really good."

The starry sky above me disappeared, and the snowy streets disappeared around me like a faded oil painting. Only the last few snowflakes staggered down from above, fell into the palms of the twin girls, and then melted.

"You rejected the blood of sinners that I offered, and then showed me your mercy. Does this mean that you are trying to tell me that you are kind?"

God asked.

"Sorry, I guess I didn't mean it."

God smiled:

"Well, next, is the fourth blood. You see, this is really interesting, isn't it?"