Chapter 381 (1/2)

Chapter 381: Crafty Satan

The haunted house version of the Dark Citadel was renowned for it’s fear-inducing hallways The creators took pains to ensure that everything was real; if one encountered a vampire in the dark rooms of theof sa your blood The olves, even the corpses, were not props There were periodic areas for visitors to escape if they so chose, but of course they’d forfeit the cost of their ticket

This hy in the West, there was a saying: A ave a medal of bravery to anyone who completed it

The house was a series of ue, according to the introductory h to make Qianlin’s face pale

“Don’t worry, we’re not really going to walk through the whole thing We just need a ticket to get passed the door It certainly see”

A few minutes later, with tickets in hand, Lan Jue and Zhou Qianlin walked into the haunted mansion If the exterior was somber, the dark confines of the mansion were bleak They could only see the patches of what sress was slow

Feral sounds, guttural and monstrous, swept by them as they passed It sent shi+vers down Qianlin’s spine The te they went A stuffy blackness surrounded them, a cocoon of darkness where monsters lurked

Lan Jue was unfazed, but Qianlin gripped his hand tight Luckily, she didn’t have to suffer long A few turns froainst the smooth metal surface of the wall There was a crackle of electricity, and the pair was gone

So long as it conducted electricity, Lan Jue could use it to travel He didn’t have a map, but that didn’t matter Their destination was up

In a flash, they reappeared in the highest room of the Dark Citadel attraction It was bathed in red, with every inch painted crians had been pinned to the walls like artwork, stretched across canvases of dried huest ‘piece’ on display

Qianlin wasn’t ready for the sudden and grotesque change in scenery Her eyes popped wide once she registered where they were Then, bending at the waist, she began to retch

“Kiss me!” She squeezed her eyes shut and raised her head toward him

Lan Jue looked at her The room didn’t bother him, but there was horror written on his face now “You… you’re not going to vomit in my mouth, are you?”

Before he could even finish, Qianlin swung around and wrapped hi She pressed her mouth to his

“Huerghhh–!”

Lan Jue only felt a hint of her ice-cold lips before she vanished He was really beginning to dislike this place! Looking around, he was also set on edge by the gruesome decor Still, it was better to share than to do it alone – maybe the Pope would like a look

Perhaps because of the sto they were alone – no visitors or employees ithin earshot After a moment’s examination, Lan Jue determined that this was an interlude between scenes and not a scene itself What was the point, he wondered, when the breaks werefroo

Lan Jue began to film the scene from his communicator He waved his free hand, and two bodies appeared on either side of the pinned-up cadaver Uriel and Raphael looked like corpses theave each a close-up so the Pontiff’s Citadel could appreciate the artistry

Lan Jue finished his s it directly to the Pontiff He shot it off to the Accountant so he could work his particular brand of ic

“Godda … aren’t you afraid it will influence my development?” Came the Accountant’s reply

“Alright, stop screwing around,” Lan Jue said with a note of irritation in his voice “Send the video to the Pontiff’s Citadel through encrypted channels in two hours”

The Accountant sounded shocked “What the hell is going on? Is this some sort of joke? What the hell did you do to the Citadel? Why wasn’t I invited to the fun, I thought ere brothers?!”

“Fun?” Lan Jue said “Well if you think facing down a pissed-off Pontiff is fun, by allthe Gour to the North for the grand tournament anyway”

“I heard about this,” the Accountant whined “But I wasn’t invited! The Gourmet said I was too weak and didn’t allow ood in a fight, either”

Lan Jue laughed “Alright, don’t get your panties in a knot – I can help you there You won’t be in a fight, but I can e I’ll let the Gouret the details from him”

The Accountant snickered “Two hours Got it, they’ll get your e”

“Do not let theed

“You think I don’t know this simple shi+t?” The Accountant snarled “You’ll see – they have screens all over Reie will pop up Hah! So what’s the deal, are we going to kill the Pontiff?! Man, Grandpa would get ood for that!”

“Go ask hihed