System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Although the hotels in the southern part of Ibiza were run-down and dirty, they were cheaper than the Andamans, who didn't bring much money. They couldn't afford a better place to live.

He wants to be in Suramar, step by step, to vent out all the suppressed things in the past.

After spending an afternoon, Andaman found a suitable hotel, and the hotel could even provide dinner, which made Andaman feel satisfied.

And it only costs three shillings to stay one night (1 Sou pound = 20 shillings and 1 shilling = 12 pence), and it also takes care of the food. Andaman thinks there is no better place than here.

Even if it is broken, the receptionist is also a fat and ugly old man.

After finding a place to live, Andaman relaxed physically and mentally. It happened to be time for dinner at the hotel, and all the guests arrived at the restaurant to prepare for dinner.

Compared with some high-end hotels, dinner can be regarded as a banquet to make friends and chat. In the restaurant of this dilapidated hotel, it is quieter, without noisy voices. What a happy expression.

Just when Andaman was about to enjoy the overcooked bean soup in front of him, something seemed to have crawled over his feet, which made him lift up his feet and hit the wooden table directly, causing the soup to splash a little.

"Oh, damn it, there are rats in this restaurant." Andaman dragged the small round table back cursing, watching the rats screaming and running out on the wooden floor with some fear.

To be honest, rats are the creatures that he hates the most, they are cowardly and dirty, and they also carry the horrific plague.

Just when he was about to drink the remaining half bowl of soup with a spoon with a little anger, a somewhat familiar figure appeared in the corner of his eyes.

Her green slightly curly hair was brushed back, and she had a strange makeup that was reapplied at some point. This was such a woman, who was enjoying the not-so-delicious dinner in front of her gracefully.

And the people around seemed to be unable to see this strange woman at all.

There was a violent fluctuation in Andaman's heart, and his intuition told him that bad things would happen if he continued to stay here.

At the moment, he didn't even care about eating, he stood up directly, and walked towards the outside of the hotel.

But when Andaman passed the woman's seat, he heard her talking to herself.

"Mouse... is it a mouse...hehe..."

The gloomy weather outside and the quiet and depressing atmosphere of the restaurant made Andaman sweat continuously on his forehead.

"Something's wrong..." Andaman muttered inwardly, speeding up his pace.

When he was about to leave the restaurant, he couldn't help but glance back. The place where the woman was originally sitting was empty, only soup bowls, knives and forks were left...

The knife is gone.

Chapter 10 Chapter 10 The Mysterious Doctor

"Ha ha......"

In the alley, a man was running and shuttling in the alley, as if he was avoiding someone's pursuit.

The sky was getting dark gradually, but the man was still running crazily, as if he was followed by some scourge.

Finally, the man seemed to give up, stopped, leaned his back against the wall beside him, panted heavily and looked behind him.

This person is obviously Andaman.

"Don't hide, I know you're there!" Fear kept growing deep in Andaman's brain, and the dripping sweat even made him feel a little dehydrated.

The magic in his hand has been constructed, and the inscription formation flashes in his hand, but he doesn't know where the target is.

"call out--"

There was a short sound of piercing the air, a flying knife, no, a table knife pierced the air, directly piercing Andaman's right hand that was constructing the magic.

"Ah!!!" The flame exploded in Andaman's hand, and the backlash of magic caused his right hand to completely lose consciousness.

Andaman fell to the ground weakly, a dehydrated and dry eyeball rolled out of his jacket pocket and stopped by the wall.

Andaman's scorched right hand continued to bleed out. The pain deepened his fear, and the fear amplified his pain. He had completely lost the confidence to resist.

"Woo... I beg you, I am willing to do anything, I beg you to let me go, I promise you, I am willing to do anything..." Andaman collapsed, He cried like a madman into the clearing ahead.

Under his prayer, in front of him, at the corner of the alley, a figure stepped out.

The strange bright red suit, green hair, this unaesthetic color matching with her makeup, makes people feel not ridiculous, but weird.

The figure seemed extremely relaxed, bouncing over in the distance, as if it was a clown about to perform on stage.

Under the illumination of the kerosene lamp, the coming face was fully revealed. It was Syl, but her mental state at this time seemed unstable.

The collapsed emotions made Andaman unable to use his spiritual vision to judge the strength of the comer. He lay on the ground like a dog, just crying helplessly.

"Woooooo..." Another sob came, but it wasn't Andaman's.

Andaman stopped crying, raised his head stiffly, and saw the crazy woman in front of him, learning to cry by herself.

After seeing himself looking over, he laughed again.

"Haha, hahahaha, interesting."

Looking at the woman clapping her hands for some reason, Andaman became even more frightened.

He tried his best to move his body back, but it was not as fast as the woman's hand in front of him—the woman reached out and pulled out the table knife stuck in his palm.

"Ah ah ah Gululu—"

The intense pain made Andaman scream, but in the next second, his neck was cut open.

Plasma gurgled in the trachea, and he would be choked to death by his own blood in a short time.

Perhaps death is the best relief for him.

"Hey, hello, Andaman, hello Andaman, Andaman Andaman." A hoarse female voice called Andaman's name impatiently.

Andaman, who was already slumped against the wall, had no strength to raise his head anymore.

"Hey--"

The woman stretched out her left hand, grabbed Andaman's hair, and said to him with a smile, "Hey, hey, can I do a magic trick for you~"

She held Andaman's hair in one hand, letting him look at her, and twirled the other hand in the air.

Andaman looked at all this weakly, at the end of his life, there was nothing to be afraid of.

"Dang~" The woman closed her palms and opened them again, with a bouquet of beautiful flowers in her hands.

"No, no, it's not this." She shook the flowers, and the branches spread out, revealing the dagger inside.

Andaman didn't have any fear, instead he showed a resigned smile, as if he thought it was good to end his life like this.

"No, no, hee hee hee, hahahahahahaha it's this one!"

The woman laughed wildly, the exquisite dagger fluttering in her hand, and when she put her hand behind her back again and stretched out, there was already a dirty mouse in her hand, which was screaming.

"Gulu Gulu-wugulu!!!"

Andaman's eyes suddenly turned into panic, the blood blocked in his throat made him unable to speak a word, he could only shake his head weakly and helplessly.

"Come on, open your mouth, you haven't eaten yet," the woman smiled, pinching Andaman's mouth, "Come on, have a good meal."

Andaman didn't know where the strength came from. He kept his mouth tightly shut and clenched his teeth so hard that his gums were bleeding from biting, and he refused to open his mouth.

Letting him eat rats alive may scare him more than letting him die.

"Hey, your mouth is hurt and you can't eat, so it's like this." As if thinking of something, the woman gave up pinching Andaman's mouth.

The woman squatting in front of Andaman raised Andaman's chin with her hands, allowing him to expose the throat that had been cut just now.

The woman held down the mouse's head, and roughly stuffed the mouse into the wound in its throat.

"Hee hee hee!!! Isn't this still edible? Ah?! Hahahahaha!!!"

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

Following the woman's movements, Andaman's wound continued to grow wider, and the painful and desperate screams echoed in the alley, and it took an unknown amount of time before it stopped.

"The kidnapper has been killed"

"Mission [Ambition] Completed"

"Reward: Lucky Draw Chance X1"

"Hidden Mission Completed"

"Reward item: Stardust Flying Blade"

Syl's originally crazy eyes came back to his senses because of this system prompt.

She frowned in pain, as if she couldn't resist the spiritual erosion.

With the best of his strength, Seale communicated his thoughts to the system.

"Draw... draw..."

This time there is no fancy lottery interface. The moment Syl finished talking about the lottery draw, a chapter of flashing blue cards appeared in Syl's sight.

Consciousness gradually disappeared, and Searle could no longer care about the description of the card, so he could only use his last ounce of mental power to convey his last thought to the system.

"Transform!"

The surrounding space was distorted like the railing behind the female anchor with the beauty face turned on, and in an instant, the bloody clown girl disappeared.

Instead, there was a man about the same height as Searle himself, covered in a long black windbreaker, with a silver beak mask on his face, standing calmly in a pool of blood.

"The Warm and Mysterious Doctor"

"Fusion progress: 20%"

"Occupation: None"

"Strength: 11"

"Physique: 25"

"Inspiration: 11"

"Agility: 7"

"Charm: 25"

"Skills: [Flesh Stitching] [Despicable Life]"

"Comprehensive evaluation: A guy who is not so crazy...is he here?"

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