Infinite World: Dangerous Game!

020

As soon as Phedra’s blood touched the card, it began to glow, filling the small room with the intense scent of expensive Armani perfume.

A man in a perfectly pressed suit appeared, not a single wrinkle in sight. His shiny leather shoes, the faint glint of gold-rimmed glasses, and the dangerous gaze behind them—all gave off the air of a true predator. He slowly opened his eyes.

The man, Phedra’s so-called best friend, moved to the bed and reached out, causing Phedra to freeze in place. His friend’s body radiated heat, his muscular chest pressing close. Those pale pianist hands held Phedra tight.

The hands that once caressed corpses now held him, and even kissed him enthusiastically. Phedra shuddered immediately.

“I have a favor to ask of you.”

Phedra skillfully dodged his friend’s embrace, “Just listen to me first.”

He wanted to get up, but his friend hugged him tighter, refusing to let go. “Don’t be in such a hurry. Let me hold you a while.” After that, he leaned down for a kiss.

Phedra dodged quickly, standing up: “You say you love me, but you never listen.”

Beatrix Henry stood off to the side, silent.

“Why can’t you just listen to me?” His friend gripped Phedra’s hand, bowed his head, and gently kissed the slender fingers. “Your words are too precious. I’m afraid it’s not enough.”

Beatrix Henry fell into silence.

No. 3 didn’t even look embarrassed at the situation.

[Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!] [Not in such a hurry, let me hold you =))] [Dark, handsome man with gold-rimmed glasses! It looks cool, but it's cheesy.] [Squeezing horizontally up and down from the inside to the outside, fainting from left to right, fainting from left to right, a fainting median of 45 degrees, fainting angle of 90 degrees, fainting angle of 180 degrees, fainting angle of 360 degrees, cross-freezing from the trigonometric function to the limit of the past to the present future fainting from S + was/were + O to S + S + S + S + S + S + WIL + WIL + WIL + WIL + WIL + WIL + WIL + WIL + WIL]faint in the bosom of love. [Time to get on the cotton truck, blush. jpg] [My little husband, may I ask if our eldest husband eats salty food and plays? Or leave me a slot.]

Phedra pressed his forehead, “Listen to me.”

His friend finally loosened his hold. “All right. But from now on, let’s use the mask to talk. It’s dangerous to speak out loud.”

“I want to hear your voice,” his friend hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

Phedra let out a breath.

His friend moved his lips under the mask, asking, “What’s your name?”

Phedra: “…” You’ve acted like a lover for decades and don’t even know my name?

His friend explained quickly, “I don’t know why my memory is so vague, I can’t remember your name. But I know you’re the person I love most.”

Phedra nearly choked, thinking it’s fine to just lie down here.

“Well, I don’t have memory loss. I remember you clearly.”

[ Laughing ] [Go home and raise you.]

Phedra didn’t care about his look, only said coldly, “This isn’t the time to talk about the past. If you want to collect my corpse, keep talking.”

That managed to calm his friend.

“What do you need me to do?”

Phedra said, “First of all, don’t call us brothers. Second, you owe me a huge sum of money, and now you have to sell your body to pay it off. I’m your owner.”

Somehow, the more Phedra said, the happier his best friend looked.

His friend smiled sadly, “Did you sell it all at once, or a little each day? I’ve never seen a bankrupt so happy to sell his body to pay debts.”

His friend even blushed, “This humble body belongs to the young master.”

“…” Phedra pretended not to see it. “Are you afraid of ghosts?”

His friend smiled gracefully, “There’s only one thing I’m afraid of in this world.”

Phedra: “What is it?”

His friend looked at him, eyelashes long and dark. “Losing you.”

It was silent.

Phedra said coldly, “Go outside and talk to the demon, ask what it wants.”

His friend smiled and replied softly, “Yes, sir.”

He opened the window, moved as fast as the wind, and was gone before anyone could stop him.

Even the demon’s severed head outside the window looked stunned as he caught it by the hair. The night wind blew in, scattering long black strands across the floor. Maggots tumbled from its eye socket.

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Phedra got goosebumps. Even Beatrix Henry looked dizzy.

Phedra was annoyed, but in the end, still called his friend back.

He spoke in a very low voice to the head: “You’ve haunted this house for two nights. Do you have something to tell us?”

The head trembled.

His best friend leaned close, keeping his voice low: “My master asks you to talk.”

Beatrix Henry frowned in the team channel. Beatrix Henry: He's scared. Little Bell: I don't understand. Why does she only have a head? Where's the body? Beatrix Henry: Today, the body was still there when I found the coffin.

His best friend found something in the head’s mouth and called Phedra over. He put his hand inside, gently opened the mouth, and revealed something deep in the throat.

Phedra’s eyes widened. It was a gold coin. Most strikingly, the tongue had been cut out.

Phedra fell into thought. A gold coin in the mouth after death… so when was the tongue cut? Before or after death? And by whom?