"Can you still move? If you can still move, it's time for us to set off."
"Of course I can move." Faraj looked into Dick's eyes and responded.
The two of them walked through the long corridor filled with corpses and safely followed the stairwell to the fourth floor.
The fourth floor does not have multiple compartments like other floors, but is extremely empty.
Moreover, the entire wall has shrunk slightly inward.
In a corner by the window, there is only a long pine table, and a man is sitting in front of the table - to be precise, he is the initiator of the game, the monster who has always wanted to play games with everyone.
To his left and right, two people and a dog stood quietly.
The woman and the little girl were both charred and black, with blood-red eyes. The woman held the girl's little hand tightly.
A puppy with exposed skin and scars was nestled at the little girl's ankle.
As the black mist shook beneath him, the monster suddenly floated three inches in front of Dick.
"Congratulations, Demon Hunter. I knew that this little challenge wouldn't stop a professional Demon Hunter like you."
Before Dick could answer, the monster floated to Judge Faraj a few steps away in the blink of an eye.
It deliberately slowed down its suspended body and looked down at Faraj, "My friend, I also congratulate you. After 33 failures, you finally succeeded."
Faraj's body shook involuntarily, and he asked with some confusion:
"33 times? What does this mean? Why do I feel familiar here?"
He slapped his temples with his palms, suddenly opened his eyes wide, looked at the monster floating in front of him, and shouted in horror:
"Victor, you are Victor! I... I didn't mean it, I'm sorry."
Dick folded his hands in front of him and chuckled, "It turns out this is a puzzle game."
"Huh?" Victor's one eye looked over with interest, "Let's talk about it, Master Demon Hunter."
"You returned to your hometown to open a textile factory, but you encountered various obstacles from the nobles and wealthy businessmen.
The nobleman is the knight Gom, and the wealthy businessman competing with you is Fulari.
After encountering this incident, you asked your old friend Faraj for help.
He promised on the surface, but at night he led a group of thugs, joined forces with nobles and wealthy businessmen, and killed your family.
Not only that, he also set a fire before leaving.
Am I right?"
Victor nodded slightly, and the mist on his body swayed, "You are indeed what I want, but there is no reward."
His eyes fell on the extremely pale Faraj again, "We have been friends since childhood. I remember when you were a child, you were weak and always bullied. I was always there to protect you.
I have never done anything sorry to you, but now, even if I turn into a wraith, I still can't figure out why you did this and why you wanted to kill our whole family."
Faraj's face was covered in cold sweat, and his teeth kept chattering.
But after a few breaths, his face turned ferocious:
"Why?
Because you took away Scarlett and my beloved!"
He looked at the woman behind the monster with a somewhat distorted gaze, "Scarlett is my childhood sweetheart, you still ask why?
I don't know why either?
Why do you, a poor boy, get her favor?
Why didn't she choose me?
I'm jealous of you and everything you have.
Do you still want to make a name for yourself in your hometown?
Tell you, this is impossible!"
"And that's why you killed my wife?"
"What I can't get, you can't even imagine."
After saying this, Faraj burst into laughter like a broken jar.
The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds.
A moment later, Victor suddenly floated behind Faraj, pressing his long nails on his neck. Faraj's laughter stopped when his hair stood up.
Victor looked at Dick and joked, "Demon hunter, if I kill him now, as a person whose duty is to slay demons and demons, will you stop me?"
Dick still crossed his arms and shook his head without hesitation:
"Please feel free to do so. I will continue on my way after taking care of this matter."
Victor laughed loudly and actually retracted his movements.
Faraj thought he was certain to die. After breaking free from the restraints, he hissed in shock:
"Victor, are you pitying me? I don't need your pity!"
"Hmph, pity you?
Think about it carefully, think about it again, my dear friend." Victor's blood-red one eye flickered on and off.
Faraj suddenly covered his ears, black mucus gushed out from between his fingers.
His eyeballs bulged as he looked at the dripping bodily fluids from his body. The ink-like liquid automatically formed words after falling to the ground, which was exactly the handwriting he signed on the arson agreement back then.
He remembered.
All... remembered.
No, it turns out that not only himself, but also wealthy businessmen and nobles have been killed by Victor, who turned into an evil spirit.
At this moment, they are just dragging around the shell of their past, with their souls trapped inside.
Counting the participation of demon hunters this time, they have played this game 34 times.
As for Victor's idea, maybe he felt too bored, so he randomly found a demon hunter to come and witness it. This might be the last time he played this game.
Not to mention that Faraj was sitting on his knees on the ground as if he were mourning his concubine.
Dick Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the wealthy businessmen and nobles slowly approaching behind them, dragging their scarred bodies.
Victor looked at Dick again:
"Witcher, the game is over. I am very satisfied. Our whole family is very satisfied. The resentment is finally dissipating.
You win this game."
After saying that, Victor floated to his wife and daughter again, and the three of them hugged each other tightly.
At this time, all the victims remembered what happened before. They did not want to be imprisoned here forever by an evil spirit, and they turned around to escape.
Scarlett's snake-like black hair tightly entangled the three people, while black smoke slowly rose from Dick's feet, and a dark five-element magic circle appeared at his feet.
Dick did not resist. After the scenery in front of him was broken and reorganized, it soon became brighter again. He had arrived at the gate of the courtyard.
He watched as the dilapidated textile factory began to shake and then collapsed.
Countless blackened arms stretched out from the ground, grasping the last ray of resentment in the air.
Those are the afterimages of the souls of the weavers who were trapped for thirty-four times. At this moment, they are gradually becoming transparent as the Victor family embraces them.
The dense dark clouds in the sky slowly dispersed, and a ray of skylight shone into the damp blue brick floor.
Dick was a little uncomfortable with the changes in light, so he put a hand in front of his forehead.
At the same time, several prompts came from the panel:
Kill the evil zombie X69 and get Energy Points x700.
Complete the demon hunting commission and pass the game of Victor, the extremely resentful evil spirit, to obtain Energy Points x200.
The current total is Energy Points x1200.
In the blink of an eye, all 1200 Energy Points disappeared.
[Bow and Crossbow Shooting](Elite level): The range is doubled.
[Bow and Crossbow Shooting] (Master Level): The shooting speed is doubled, and three arrows can be released at one time when shooting with a bow.
Now all his combat skills have been upgraded to [Master Level].
After doing this, Dick turned around and pushed open the decaying door.