Endless Debt-Chapter 748 - 223 Demon Expert_4
The woman pushed open the large door and led the group out of the golden hall. It was pitch black all around, and Bologue could feel the ground shaking slightly. In the distance, he could faintly hear the howling wind.
Another door opened in the darkness, and the scent of fine wine wafted from behind it. It was a vast banquet hall, with rows of long tables within, heaped with plates covered in food scraps, like mountains piled on the tables, and diners as large as hills seated on either side.
Waiters pushing carts brought dish after dish to the tables, but the food was devoured by the diners almost as soon as it was set down. The pace of serving gradually couldn’t keep up with the diners’ consumption. Some hungry diners directly grabbed a waiter, pinned them on the table, and countless hands reached over, quickly tearing apart the waiter into fragments, leaving only bloodied bones.
Bologue asked, "What is all this?"
"People’s desires, all kinds of desires," the woman answered honestly, responding to Bologue’s question without reservation.
Opening another door, Bologue and the others arrived at a quiet place, where the warmth inside the room and the gentle light diffused through the water vapor, with the sound of gurgling water making them feel relaxed.
It was a bathhouse, with bodies soaking in warm water, people seemingly asleep, their eyes tightly shut.
Compared to the previous scenes, this bathhouse was undoubtedly much more relaxing. The woman then led them through one bizarre building after another, observing groups of strange and maddened people venting their desires in all sorts of twisted ways.
Until the final door opened, the woman stood respectfully at the entrance, not entering along with Bologue and the others.
Bologue glanced at her, then stepped inside. Now, they were completely passive, under the Control of the Witch of pleasure, and even Bologue couldn’t think of another solution beyond plunging into the heart of danger.
A round table was placed at the center of the room, surrounded by seven chairs, with two of the seats already occupied. Bologue saw them at first glance—it was Ewen and Cinderella.
Everyone sat down in turn, and an eerie silence filled the room. Bologue then noticed that the center of the round table was covered in a red cloth, beneath which low breathing sounds could be heard faintly. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
Palmer also noticed it, cautiously extending his long blade to lift the red cloth, revealing a head underneath—it was Bai Ou.
At this moment, Bai Ou’s head was covered with rivets and iron plates, as if a rough doctor had healed him with cold metal. Below his head protruded iron pipes connected to a pedestal, merging with the huge round table.
Accompanied by the harsh sound of metal scraping, Bai Ou’s head slowly shifted, his remaining single eye sweeping over one face after another.
Suddenly, Bai Ou’s mouth opened in an abnormal angle, releasing a piercing wail from within, though this time it was merely a simple cry, devoid of Injury of Bliss’s impact.
Blood gushed from the severed area of his head, far exceeding what a single head could contain, flooding the round table and forming a crimson mirror surface.
Various patterns and textures rose from the scarlet blood mirror surface, like a war sandbox, constructing diverse miniature landscapes, with delicate little railways threading through, wilderness, coasts, mountains, cities, and towns, as if crafted by a master artisan swinging a chisel, everything exquisitely perfect.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let us continue this unfinished ’Absolute Night’s Journey,’" Bai Ou said, as the blood coalesced into a slender arm, picking up a twelve-sided die.
