Song Qingwen's words seemed to have something else in mind.
It was as if he noticed that behind this clown who looked like the ruler of the castle, there was someone controlling everything.
So he was testing.
Ke Xiaoliang didn't panic at all.
Because his real game had just begun, but it was already over at the same time it began.
From Owen at the door, to the music hall on the second floor, the casino on the third floor, the swimming gym on the fourth floor... these experiences are all just illusions.
Just like a magician's trick, all the fancy moves are just to facilitate the final move without leaving any trace.
When I saw the 'miracle', I had already fallen into the trap.
That contract...Song Qingwen exposed the "childish" scam in it.
So what?
He picked up the contract, and his heart moved.
If his heart beats, he loses.
In this world, Ke Xiaoliang is not an ordinary person, not an ordinary demon cultivator.
He is the Creator of the world and the Sovereign of all.
His gaze is naturally high enough and far enough.
Even if he is not as experienced and knowledgeable as Song Qingwen, what's the problem?
"My respected master! This time... do you choose to stay, become the master of this castle, control the fate of others, manipulate the hearts of others, and become my 'shepherd'. Or do you give up with regret? Give up such a big temptation, and then always keep it in your heart?" Ke Xiaoliang sat in the cave, with an inexplicable smile on his face.
Opposite Ke Xiaoliang, a righteous 'male disciple' who was in charge of sweeping the garbage, his hand shook and he almost lost his grip on the garbage basket.
This righteous male disciple is male on the surface, but actually female.
This is confusing enough.
Living in a devil's cave, I have been exposed to the perversion and terror of the devil sect monks since I was a child. Now I am in the same room with a "little devil". The temporary male identity sometimes makes him (her) feel at ease, and sometimes makes him (her) feel at ease. She felt even less safe.
After repeating this, seeing Ke Xiaoliang's sudden evil smile made him feel bad.
Song Qingwen was hesitating as Ke Xiaoliang expected.
The trap in the contract has been dismantled by him.
You can get this magical castle in exchange for something you consider precious.
Seems like a good deal.
Even if it is fake, the loss is not big.
Song Qingwen turned his attention to the clown.
"If this place belongs to you, then why are you willing to give it to me?" Song Qingwen asked the clown.
The clown said: "My power comes from this castle, but I am actually very weak. When I have tried all my means and cannot stop you from moving forward, isn't the only thing I can do, is to surrender to you and admit defeat to you? ?”
"What's more...my last move has been seen clearly by you and destroyed by you! I'm just a clown!"
With that said, the clown pushed open the window of the room and jumped onto the window sill.
"I have seen your methods, they are cruel and cruel."
"I want to die with dignity," the clown said.
Song Qingwen said: "As a pure black messenger... is that all you have to do?"
The clown did not answer, but happily jumped out of the window and fell towards the bottom of the castle.
Song Qingwen chased him to the window.
Suddenly a flock of crows flew up and pecked at his eyes.
The clown's suicide was faked, he took advantage of the opportunity to attack, and his last attempt was faked.
Song Qingwen let out gloomy energy, and under the control of the power of wind control, that energy turned into a dexterous knife.
As the wind knife danced, all the crows transformed by the clown were chopped down.
The seriously injured clown fell under the castle and fled in panic.
The shadow hanging outside the castle dispersed.
Song Qingwen hesitated slightly, picked up the contract, and wrote on the contract the temporary name in this huzhong realm.
At the same time, he took out a Bible and placed it on the contract as the price he paid.
The contract and the Bible disappeared at the same time.
Instead, there was a transparent crystal ball, which just fell on the desk.
In the crystal ball, there is a mini castle.
Reaching out to touch the crystal ball, Song Qingwen gained access to the castle and received corresponding feedback.
"To transform the castle, do you need enough sacrifices in exchange?"
"And the products of human souls are the best sacrifices?"
"So, this is why this castle must be made public and various methods must be used to make people hand over their souls?" Song Qingwen felt a little disappointed, but knew that this was natural.
Most things in this world follow the principle of equivalent exchange.
This is a truth that all practitioners should understand after reaching a certain level.
"In this case, my Demon Sect disciples...can't just let them go. It's not a big deal to kill them, but it doesn't hurt to use them as some simple sacrifices. After all, if you want to build a building in the castle, A qualified laboratory also requires a large number of soul sacrifices." Thinking of this, Song Qingwen began to mobilize authority and change the settings in the castle.
All those flashy and messy things were banned by Song Qingwen.
Instead, there are some true or false, incomplete, or comprehensive magical powers, spells, and methods, imprinted all over the castle.
And in each place, corresponding 'gatekeepers' are arranged.
"For simple needs, we should make simple arrangements and highlight the theme."
"My magic formulas, magical powers, and spells are all fragments collected from all over the years. To me, they are actually useless, but to those disciples who are still at the bottom of their cultivation, they are a great temptation. .With these temptations, they are reluctant to leave even though they know there is a scam in this castle."
"And this world... or soon, there will be an explosion of more practitioners. More monks of good and evil will enter here."
"After harvesting them, my large particle collider will be ready." Song Qingwen continued to decorate the castle, and unknowingly he had entered the role.
Seeing Song Qingwen who had successfully started his job, Ke Xiaoliang smiled with satisfaction.
Song Qingwen wanted to use him as a tool.
As a disciple, of course he has learned a lot and will give back first.
Simply harvesting magic points based on world background settings is indeed easy to fall into a period of burnout. Even if the main plot is slowly unfolded, it will no longer be amazing as you gradually get used to the setting.
But with special 'copy' embellishments like the Perfect Castle, it can always be kept fresh and tempting to the monks.
In short... this time, Ke Xiaoliang made a profit.
Count the magic points on your hand.
Ke Xiaoliang pinched his fingers and calculated that soon...his Huzhong Realm would usher in a large number of new practitioners.
After all, a large number of Demon Sect disciples who were trapped in the ruins of the city outside the previous castle and unable to escape chose to withdraw from the world.
And when they exited the world, each of them received five to ten blood symbols as a 'consolation prize'.
These blood symbols will flow into the Demon Sect again, causing more disciples in the Demon Sect to return.
Form a cycle.
"Then there is the Righteous Way... I am already very biased, but the early weakness of the Righteous Way monks in the Huzhong Realm is difficult to reverse. It depends on their own efforts... Of course, a certain degree of suppression is It is in my interest. Because the hatred and dissatisfaction with the Demon Sect will also cause the righteous monks to overflow their demonic value at all times for my use." Ke Xiaoliang smiled for the third time.
The righteous 'male disciple' who was sweeping the floor with his butt stuck out was completely frightened by Ke Xiaoliang's 'perverted' smile.
I feel like I'm about to lose my virginity.
Maybe before something was taken away by this Demon Sect disciple, something else was taken away in advance.
