Chapter 367 Game: The Number of Memories

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Annan is very clear.

From the very beginning, the rotten husband was just to attack the heart.

If he guessed correctly, this rotten man was not the rotten man summoned by Annan and Dmitri at all.

Instead, through some means, he directly drilled into the "real rotten man" in the nightmare!

This is not difficult in principle.

Although Annan lost his memory, the rotten man did not lose his memory.

Of course he knew how he responded to the call and cast the curse of extinction on Dmitri under Annan's scheming; of course he would know... Bella will definitely remember this bet.

As long as Bella dies, her nightmare will probably be this scene.

If Annan could predict that he would enter this nightmare in the future, he would leave a message in this nightmare.

Of course, the rotting man can also guess that Annan will enter this nightmare.

He also dealt with this period of history...maybe it was just a trap randomly arranged, or it might be a mechanism to detect Annan, or it might even be just a mark used to contact his own body.

And when he was in Roseburg, he was repelled by Annan and kicked out of Noah's kingdom.

He and Annan had already forged a grudge.

But the rotten man would retreat without hesitation, and even had no intention of attacking Annan afterwards. Isn't it because he had already arranged a backhand?

The rotten man knew that Annan would eventually enter this nightmare. So all he had to do was just wait quietly.

Although Annan never heard what he said to Kafni.

It can be based on Annan's understanding of rotten husbands.

He must have said something meaningless and offensive. For example, use verbal traps and say things like "he doesn't love you", "he doesn't need you", "he hates you" to Cafney.

Although Cafney is indeed talented, she is still a fourteen-year-old girl.

She had just spent her childhood alone, and put her heart on herself. At this time, hitting her is the easiest thing to shake Cafney.

——But for Annan, this is really too boring.

It's like adults coming to break children's toys and tearing up children's homework to make them cry. It can be said to be very unstyled behavior.

"As a god, you came here like a gossip boy, telling the truth and lies," Annan sneered, "Aren't you ashamed?"

"I don't think so."

The rotten man said with a smile: "I even feel happy in my heart.

"You think it's a boring gimmick, it's not [style]. But for me, it's what I do best.

"Lying requires talent. To tell a seamless lie, you need wisdom... Unfortunately, I don't have as good a brain as you. But what I am best at is shamelessness."

The rotten man's smile is still as warm as a spring breeze, but his words are as vicious as a snake: "I just like to smash the wheelchairs of the lame and the crutches of the blind; I trick a girl into poisoning her father; I hide bombs in cesspit. Of course, they will also deceive others into making a contract full of traps, pretending to be the other party's secret keeper to deceive the other party's curse.

"Of course I have the power to wipe out everything with ease. I have long been able to do whatever I want... However, it is impossible for me to know everyone's bottom strength, and it is impossible for me to always meet someone weaker than me. If I meet someone who is weaker than me It would be bad if it was stronger but didn't show it.

"Therefore, each of my swords is full-strength and poisonous. I am just an incense maker who is not good at fighting... As long as it can weaken and defeat the enemy by non-frontal means, no matter how cheap I am able to do."

"That's really hard work for you."

Annan said coldly.

"It's not hard work, it's not hard work," the rotten man smiled warmly, "It's better to say it's... personal interest."

The murderous intent in the words of the rotten man,

Finally, he stopped hiding: "After I killed you, it would be bad if she came to take revenge. Although I am not afraid, it is always better to have fewer enemies.

"I originally wanted to add a little more material, let her stab you, or at least bury a nail. But since you don't want to..."

The rotten husband didn't finish his sentence.

Annan felt a strong killing intent, wrapping around his limbs like a sticky and cold snake——

No, that's not an illusion.

When Annan woke up again.

He realized he was sitting on a throne.

But his limbs were tightly bound to the chair by four small white snakes, and his body became extremely weak. It's like just recovering from a serious illness, and even the spirit has become very weak.

And the rotten man was half-kneeling in front of him, like a courtier.

"...What are you planning to do?"

Annan squinted his eyes and asked without fear: "Aren't you even talking about the rules?"

"If I could, of course I'd like to."

The rotten man saluted Annan very respectfully, and stood up from the ground very regretfully: "My dear majesty... But it is a pity. In that case, you will just leave this nightmare."

"Do you still want to kill me directly from the dream?"

Annan sneered: "You look like a clown."

The smile on the rotten man's face faded a bit: "Of course, of course. I know you don't believe me...not a word.

"However, it's not good to keep talking about beating and killing."

The rotting man said slowly: "Then why not, let's play a game first."

The ground in front of Annan rumbled, and a low stone table was formed in front of him.

And fifteen scarlet cards emerged in front of Annan.

The front of the card doesn't have any decorative patterns, just numbers written in scarlet.

"Let me explain the rules of the game."

The rotten man said slowly: "Do you still remember the three cards you picked?"

"certainly."

Annan replied calmly: "Four. Eight. Twelve. For me and Cafney, three numbers that are meaningful, and these three numbers themselves are also related, very systematic and very regular— - They also signify 'double, double, triple' at the same time.

"Although according to my calculations, no matter whether I use Kafni or Senior Saar to set the numbers, the final goal can be achieved... But I still choose to set the numbers with Kafni as the center. She will probably be happier Some."

"Looks like you know her well?"

"At least better than you."

Annan's body was filled with numbness, but he still said without fear.

The rotten man nodded.

"very good."

As he spoke, he inserted a strange dagger into the table.

This dagger glows with a purple halo and has three spinning blades. It looks like a thinner ice cream cone.

"Caffney guessed five numbers out of these fifteen cards before. Our rule is that if she guesses a card you picked, she wins; she doesn't pick a card, or picks a card Zhang above even if she loses."

The rotten man said slowly.

The young Annan raised his eyebrows, and the corner of his mouth raised a mocking arc: "It seems that she picked more than one."

"Then the rule of our hand is...you have to guess the five cards that Kafni picked.

"You choose a card. If this card is not chosen by Kafni, then this [Blade of Oblivion] will hit you several times according to the number on the card—as long as you are hit by it Once, a person's memory is randomly forgotten.

"And if you guess the number that Kafni picked, you have to choose another card, and this [Blade of Oblivion] will hit me several times according to the number on this card.

"This game will end after you pick out the five cards Kafni chose in the previous round. That is to say, you must successfully attack me five times to win; otherwise, you must turn over all the cards and the game will end. It's over. And then I win.

"Of course, you are at a disadvantage."

The rotten man smiled: "But in this game, you can directly attack me, the god, and cause permanent damage. So even according to the rules of the Magic Tower of Thousand Faces, we are fair...even your side On the contrary, it is more dominant.

"—Dare you bet, Your Majesty?"