14: Chapter 14 Devil's Villa

Luo Yuejian was lost again.

She gave the Man in the Suit a faint glance, ignoring his madness.

However, in the eyes of the Man in the Suit, this glance carried a sense of affirmation, which made him secretly confirm his thoughts: It really was this book!

The Fragile Girl pursed her lips and spoke softly: "May I see the contents of this book?"

Taking the book from the Man in the Suit, the Fragile Girl began to examine it carefully. The more she read, the more shocked she became, and she couldn't help but steal glances at Luo Yuejian while reading.

How did the White-haired Girl manage to do this?

Although she had always known that the White-haired Girl was very capable, while they were still searching for clues aimlessly, the White-haired Girl was actually already studying the formation.

She had seen the wall full of books in the parents' room yesterday; the entire wall was packed with books.

How on earth did the White-haired Girl discover this formation book among so many others?

No, no... that wasn't the most surprising part.

The most surprising part was through what clues, which they hadn't noticed at all, did the White-haired Girl discover that the formation was the final condition for clearing the level?

Was the White-haired Girl even human?

The Fragile Girl looked at Luo Yuejian with slightly complex eyes; such insight could simply be called divine power, right?

She bit her lip; such a gap was truly despairing, and even just keeping up with the White-haired Girl's pace was a struggle...

On the other side, the Man in the Suit saw that the White-haired Girl gave no indication, and he had already begun preparing to complete the formation.

According to the records in the formation book, the formation that existed in the Secret Room, composed of red and purple double lines, was called the: Hexagram Spirit Body Dual-Line Exorcism Formation.

Just by hearing the name, one could tell that this formation was for exorcism.

Clearly, as long as the demon in this Villa was driven away, this game could be cleared.

Thinking of this, the Man in the Suit was exceptionally excited.

No one wanted to stay in a house where people could die at any moment for even a second.

However, the Fragile Girl, who was standing to the side studying the formation book, frowned.

This formation had actually already been half-completed.

She studied the formation earnestly, her brows knitting tighter and tighter.

The Man in the Suit, who was nearby, saw the Fragile Girl's expression and his heart skipped a beat.

He hurriedly asked: "What is it? Is something wrong?"

The Fragile Girl's face was a bit pale, and she opened her mouth: "I don't know where to find these lizard legs, spider leg hairs, and this mouse's eyelashes."

Her tone was dry: "And, one of the materials to construct this formation is... 6000 milliliters of fresh blood."

6000 milliliters of fresh blood!

The Man in the Suit was startled.

He had participated in blood donation before and knew clearly what 6000 milliliters of fresh blood represented.

The human body's blood volume accounts for 7%-8% of one's body weight.

If an adult weighs about 70kg, the weight of the blood in their body is about 5.0 kg, which, converted to volume, is only about 5000ml.

None of the four of them were very fat; even if they drew blood from all four people on average, it would be a huge drain on their bodies.

However, losing about 10% of blood volume leads to life-threatening danger and counts as excessive blood loss.

Even counting the blood of the already deceased Man with Slicked-back Hair, they would very likely need the... sacrifice of one person.

This person obviously could not be the White-haired Girl.

The Man in the Suit and the Fragile Girl exchanged a glance, and the figure of the Middle-aged Woman, who was still in the living room completely unaware, simultaneously popped into their minds.

The Fragile Girl bit her fingertips anxiously, not knowing what to do.

The Man in the Suit steadied his mind and said to the Fragile Girl: "First collect the blood of the Man with Slicked-back Hair and see how much there is. The rest... we will discuss the rest later."

The Fragile Girl nodded and followed the Man in the Suit outside the door.

The process of draining blood from the Man with Slicked-back Hair was slightly bloody.

In order to drain as much blood as possible from the body of the Man with Slicked-back Hair, the methods of the Man in the Suit were slightly cruel.

The thick smell of blood in the air made the Fragile Girl unable to help but dry heave a few times; she couldn't bear it and returned to the Secret Room first.

After a while, the Man in the Suit walked in carrying two large bowls of blood.

His brows were slightly furrowed, and his voice was low: "Nearly 3500 milliliters of fresh blood; the Man with Slicked-back Hair lost quite a bit of blood when he died."

They were still 2500 milliliters short.

According to standard blood donation amounts, an adult can donate at most 400cc of blood, which is nearly 400 milliliters.

Adding the White-haired Girl, it would be at most 1600 milliliters of blood; after all, both the White-haired Girl and the Fragile Girl in the school uniform were little girls who looked very light in weight and couldn't even reach the standard blood donation requirements.

This was still far from the required 6000 milliliters of blood, very far.

Even if they risked excessive blood loss and each donated a bit more, it wouldn't exceed 2000 milliliters.

How on earth were they supposed to make up the extra 500 milliliters?

Both the Man in the Suit and the Fragile Girl felt helpless and lost regarding this task, which could be said to be impossible to complete.

For a moment, the entire Secret Room fell silent.

They could hear each other's breathing, each breath heavier than the last.

Their hearts were enduring all kinds of torment.

Both the Man in the Suit and the Fragile Girl knew very well what the worst outcome was.

As long as they killed one person, they could collect the remaining blood without injury.

In their eyes and hearts, they were struggling intensely.

They had all come to this game from a peaceful modern society.

No one had ever killed anyone.

For now, their bodies and minds were still bound by the law.

And for the Interstellar audience, one of the programs they loved to watch most was contestants in the game losing their original moral bottom line, losing their dignity, and losing everything to save their own lives for various reasons.

This was an unchanging source of entertainment.

At this moment, in the livestream room:

[It's here, it's here! The classic program!]

[Is it the distortion of human nature, or the loss of morality?!]

[What's there to watch? When it involves your own life, you'll definitely save yourself first.]

[Hehe, no need to think, they definitely won't dare to lay a hand on the White-haired Beauty. That Middle-aged Woman outside who has been timid all along is going to suffer.]

[This incident tells us: You must participate in colleague gatherings or discussions. Otherwise, you won't know what kind of role you will play in them.]

No one wanted to die.

Faced with such an impossible task, perhaps... surviving should be their goal...