Josh opened his eyes and saw the castle in front of him.
It's like a witch's castle in a fairy tale full of dark elements, surrounded by withered and blackened thorn plants.
But among the thorn bushes bloomed red roses richer than blood.
The entire castle was surrounded by a courtyard. There were also some strange toys and wooden sculptures in the courtyard, which seemed to be toys to make children happy, but they were all discarded casually.
The clouds in the sky were very low, and lightning occasionally passed by, as if heavy rain would fall at any time.
There was a moist smell floating in the air, mixed with the rusty smell of some kind of biological decay and the strong fragrance of roses, which was particularly pungent.
Josh glanced around him, was startled for a moment, and then quickly curled his lips.
Interesting.
In addition to the four teammates, there were seven people standing diagonally opposite. It looked like they were two additional teams, all standing in small groups.
One of the teams caught Josh's attention. There were only four people in that team, two men and two women.
What's interesting is that the two boys look exactly the same, and the two girls look exactly the same. They look like two sets of twins.
The four-person team on the other side consisted of men and women, and they looked like strangers.
However, there is no hard competition between different teams in this team.
If you want to clear the dungeon, you can choose to survive for 7 days and clear the level directly without participating in any competition. You can also choose to find the hidden props in the dungeon, or complete the level after achieving hidden achievements.
But if it were so peaceful, it wouldn't be "God Making Game".
Josh thought to himself that since this comprehensive book contained strong rules, there would probably be rules that would guide them to kill each other.
Rob hugged Josh's hand tremblingly. The 185-meter-tall man huddled next to Josh, who was less than 1.6 meters tall, and looked particularly petite: "It's so scary. Is there a female ghost? Little tactician ,I am afraid!"
Josh patted his head and said, "It's okay. Female ghosts generally like to pick strong men to suck their masculinity. You are safe."
Rob: "Hey, oh, oh, oh..."
The gate of the castle was pushed open with a creak, and a slender middle-aged man wearing a tuxedo, suit, vest, boots, and a white wig on his head walked out.
His face was gray-white, as if his skin had not seen the sun for many years. The blood vessels on his face were almost clearly visible, and his cheeks were so thin that he looked like he had just escaped from a refugee camp.
He stood in front of everyone, bowing his head slightly and elegantly: "Hello, distinguished guests, I am the steward of this castle, Thomas Byron, you can just call me Thomas. Please come in, the kitchen has been prepared for you A sumptuous dinner was prepared.”
He led everyone inside.
As soon as we entered the castle, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.
The light also became dim.
There were women wearing dusty floor-length maid skirts and lace aprons around, busy working back and forth, but the expressions on their faces were very dull and expressionless, like puppet tools that had been designed in advance.
The castle was only illuminated by candlesticks on the walls, and the floor was dark gray with ornate and intricate patterns carved on it, making the entire castle more lifeless, gloomy and depressing.
Most of the large ornately carved windows were closed, and the rose thorns outside were swept up in the air by the strong wind and danced wildly. Their reflections were reflected from the windows and fell to the ground, like some kind of sharp monster that was twisted and deformed and clawed out.
After passing through the gorgeous and exquisite but dark and depressing corridor, they were taken to a closed restaurant. The restaurant was empty except for a long table in the middle. The table was filled with various rich and sweet foods, and exquisite rose candlesticks were placed on it. In the middle of the table, it illuminates the entire long dining table.
There is no more, no less, exactly twelve places on the dining table.
Josh looked around the room calmly.
The walls on both sides of the restaurant are covered with dark green wallpaper with gilt patterns, and six oil paintings are hung on each side.
The oil paintings are portraits of men and women with different expressions and postures, but most of them have one characteristic.
The people in these paintings all look at the dining table in the center, which corresponds to twelve positions.
Everyone took their seats.
The oil painting on the wall directly opposite Josh is a portrait of a girl, staring at her expressionlessly, with her hand pulled on the edge of the frame.
His face was expressionless, but his eyes were extremely large and exaggerated. They were bloodshot, as if he had been staring for a long time. His eyes were uncontrollably dry but he couldn't close them no matter what.
Someone nearby also noticed the content of the oil painting and tugged at the person next to him in horror: "This painting is so scary. Let's change positions. I always feel like it's staring at me."
The man smiled: "Fool, this has just begun and you are already scared?"
Although there was helplessness in his tone, he still changed places with her.
Thomas stood at the end of the long table and looked at everyone: "Dear guests, welcome to the castle. There are a few things I must pay attention to here that I must tell you in advance."
The table fell silent.
Thomas smiled slightly and was very satisfied with everyone's cooperation: "I will provide guest rooms for everyone tonight. Each guest's guest room is numbered and the style of the guest room is different.
In order to allow everyone to have a more satisfactory experience, starting from tomorrow night, everyone will have to change to a different room. You can only choose one that you have not stayed in before.
Secondly, don’t go out after 9 pm every night. There will be other little things visiting the castle. We can only ensure the safety of the guests who stay in the guest rooms.
Finally, don’t go near the attic, otherwise we can’t guarantee that something unpleasant will happen.
By the way, food is rationed every day at 8 a.m., 12 noon, and 6 p.m. Each meal lasts for 15 minutes. Please come to eat on time and don't waste food. People who don't show up to eat and waste food will be punished. I wish you all a happy meal~”
The butler withdrew.
As he left, the gloomy atmosphere in the entire restaurant became stronger.
Josh stared at the oil paintings on the wall keenly. After the housekeeper went out, the eyes on these paintings became more intense.
As if he couldn't wait to crawl out of the frame.
The squeamish girl's voice sounded again: "What is this? It's disgusting! We don't really want to eat these, do we?"
Josh's eyes fell on the table, and he realized that the food on the plate was really weird.
The steak looks delicious and juicy, but if you look closely, you will find that the meat is covered with blood and the tendons hidden in the beef are still beating faintly.
The seemingly rich creamy mushroom soup was still bubbling inexplicably, and the mushroom turned over turned out to be an eyeball that could only blink.
Even if you look closely at the red liquid in the goblet, you will find that the thick liquid does not look like wine at all, but more like some kind of fresh blood.
The spaghetti covered in black pepper sauce in the disk was even squirming on its own, like earthworms that were not fully dead.
"Ugh..." The girl couldn't help but vomited.
(End of chapter)
