Cloud Thinking

Things started to go wrong when a young couple who wanted to seek excitement and make out in the wild discovered that all the doors of the manor were locked.

At that time, most people were still toasting and chatting in the banquet hall. Few noticed the changes around them, and they would never have thought that all the exits of the entire manor had been quietly blocked since the arrival of the last guest.

They all became lambs in a cage to be slaughtered.

The young couple did not dare to say anything after discovering something unusual - after all, they were having an affair, and if they exposed the matter, someone would definitely ask them why they went to a remote place, and they would be exposed if they were asked, so they simply pretended to know nothing.

But when a strange dark red color emerged from the surging wine spring, followed by a bloated corpse lying face down and back up, the guests drinking around were so scared that they smashed the wine glasses in their hands and let out shrill screams.

"Dead people!!!"

A vacuum zone suddenly appeared around Jiuquan, and everyone's first reaction after hearing the news was to stay away and escape.

But as soon as I ran, a problem arose - all the doors were locked.

The carriage they had taken when they arrived was now smashed to pieces and the horses were missing.

As for the servants and guards who stayed behind, not only were their figures but even their traces could not be found, as if they had disappeared out of thin air.

Someone relayed the news in panic, and the crowd suddenly fell into chaos. Everyone screamed in disbelief and looked around for someone who could give them a sense of security.

At this moment, Yoliv was being pushed and demanded to explain. Even when someone grabbed his collar and tried to attack him, he just maintained a polite smile, neither resisted nor argued, and calmly watched the fear of these dying people.

"What are you doing?" A clear voice penetrated the noise and reached everyone's ears clearly.

Helia, wearing a dark green dress, walked slowly towards them.

Half of her body was stained with blood, giving it a strange and gorgeous look. Her white lace gloves had turned dark red, and the feather fan in her hand was dripping with blood, as if it had been soaked in a pool of blood.

But the lower half of her face was smiling in the same way as Yoliv's.

Those emerald eyes were equally cold, with a hint of subtle mockery, as if they were cast from the same mold.

A scream pierced the dead silence. Helia looked in the direction of the sound and saw a noble lady in a pink dress that almost exposed half of her breasts. She was so frightened that she lost her balance and fell backward to the ground.

The wide skirt made it difficult for her to stand up immediately, so she could only crawl backwards using her hands and feet.

Oh, Helia remembered her.

Ever since she entered the scene, this person has been spreading rumors about her behind her back, as if the more he belittles her, the more noble he becomes.

Looking at the rich dark red of her name above her head, Helia was puzzled: How could someone so timid as a chicken actually kill so many people? You really can't judge a person by his appearance.

"Miss...are you frightened? Do you need help?"

Unbelievably, there were still people who were so horny that they mistook Helia's appearance for an innocent girl who had strayed into a crime scene and accidentally gotten bloodstained, and approached her to chat her up.

The dirty hand slowly reached towards Helia, accompanied by heavy breathing and a disgusting smell, reminding her of livestock in a pigsty.

She didn't need to do anything at all. Yoliv, who had been surrounded just now, suddenly burst out with amazing strength, knocked away the people around him, and kicked the man who tried to approach Helia away with a flying kick.

Helia confidently left her back to Yolief and slowly walked forward, stopping in front of the noble lady who always loved to gossip and fabricate scandals.

She lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing a pair of seven-centimeter-high satin high heels. She aimed her pointed heels at the woman struggling on the ground like a moth in the water, and stepped down hard.

"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"

A bloody hole was poked in the woman's smooth shoulder, and Helia nailed her to the ground, unable to move. The slightest struggle would cause her to feel excruciating pain.

Helia placed one foot on the woman's shoulder, knelt on one knee beside her, leaned over to remove her mask, and carefully examined her true face - at first glance, it was obvious that her beauty was well-maintained, piled with countless gold, silver and jewels.

She pinched the woman's chin and looked at her again and again, then asked, "How many people have you killed?"

The woman had never suffered such severe pain before. Her mind was in a state of confusion and she could not hear the questions asked. She just kept screaming.

Helia pinched her cheeks to force her mouth open, her free hand holding a blood-stained feather fan.

"If you don't tell me, I'll pierce your throat so that you can't even scream."

The threat had an immediate effect. The woman, always sensible of the situation, immediately stopped screaming and glared at Helia with eyes filled with hatred.

But when Helia twisted her heel, causing the wound to sting even more, the woman finally broke down and cried, "I don't know! I don't know!"

"Don't know what? Do you not remember how many people you've killed, or do you not know if you've killed anyone?" Helia asked patiently, uncharacteristically.

"I don't know! I don't know anything!" the woman replied crying.

Helia studied her for a moment, and felt that this woman probably wouldn't and didn't dare to tell the truth. She looked up at the frightened ladies not far away and smiled brightly.

"Do you know what bad things she has done?" She tilted her head, her voice full of the cuteness unique to young girls.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Judging from their expressions, some of them clearly knew the truth, but they didn't dare to speak out. I don't know if they were afraid of Helia, or the woman she was stepping on.

Yolif behind him could not hold on alone.

As a magician rather than a magic swordsman, his physical strength was far inferior to that of Helia, who had swallowed a dragon's heart, and he would soon be unable to hold on.

He could not use magic on ordinary people, otherwise he would be discovered by the Magic Association and lose his magician qualification, let alone enter the Royal Magic Academy to work for Helia.

When he had accompanied Helia to bomb the human traffickers' base, he had gone with the determination to kill everyone.

Since the person is dead, there is naturally no need to worry about his identity being exposed.

But Helia had no such concerns. She raised her hand and summoned her flaming scythe. She stood up and swung it backwards without looking back, sending all those who tried to rush towards her flying back.

A wall of fire rose behind them, protecting her and Yolief.

"So, does anyone know?" Helia's voice dropped, the flaming sickle in her hand crackling, clearly threatening these helpless ladies.

"I... I know a little..." Someone raised their hand tremblingly, "She's most jealous of pretty people... She brutally beat to death all the maids in the mansion who were even slightly attractive..."

Someone started, and the others followed suit: "She spread rumors behind the backs of those noble ladies prettier than her, and forced several to death..."

"Also... I heard she likes to drink the blood of young children... saying it can keep her young forever..."

"She herself is over thirty and still can't get married. Her former fiancé fell in love with a more beautiful commoner. That's why she hates beautiful women so much..."

Everyone spoke one after another and exposed the woman's evil deeds.

Even if some of them are just rumors and their authenticity is difficult to verify, it is enough.

[Character information collected! Master, you can start now!]

Xiao Si touched his non-existent stomach - that is, the database - with satisfaction. He felt that he had had a full meal and felt relaxed both physically and mentally.

"Shut up!!! You bunch of gossips!!! I'm going to tear your mouths apart!!!" The woman screamed and tried to get up, her long nails leaving deep marks on the ground, but she forgot that Helia was still stepping on her shoulder.

Helia was annoyed by her noise and tried to pull the shoe out but failed - the heel had dug deep into the woman's shoulder.

Helplessly, she took off her other shoe, pressed the woman's forehead, pried open her jaw, forced her to open her mouth wide, then summoned her own life-long fire and fed it to her with the flame in her hand.

Those who spread rumors and cause death should endure the pain of swallowing lava.

Unfortunately, there is no magma on hand, so I can only use fire instead.

Under her magical control, the flames penetrated into the woman's throat, burning her throat and severing her vocal cords, making her unable to make any sound anymore.

The flames continued to move downwards, rampaging through her sickly, thin body, causing her to thrash and twitch in pain like a fish out of water.

This is torture.

But compared to the lives that died at her hands, such revenge was still too light - because she never reflected on her sins until her death.

Helia stepped barefoot in the pool of blood and hooked her finger. The flame pierced the woman's plump chest and flew back to her palm, turning into sparks and dissipating.

"Okay, now I have to move faster." She muttered to herself, twirling the flaming sickle in her hand and moving her wrist, then turned and walked towards the group of guests who no longer had the intention of being a hero and saving the beauty and were only concerned with escaping.

The originally luxurious banquet instantly turned into a battle royale.

In the huge manor, guests in gorgeous clothes fled in all directions, no longer caring about their dignity, and even crawled into dog holes just to avoid the murderer.

Unfortunately, with Xiao Si's cheating system, even if they stuffed themselves into a box or hid at the bottom of a cesspool, Helia could easily find their hiding place based on the names above their heads.

Catch it and kill it.

Naturally, there were also those who, driven to extremes by fear, turned to rage and attempted to resist—among them were swordsmen and magicians.

But facing Helia, a bug-like and heaven-defying existence, there is only one way to go, and that is death.

By the end of the fight, Helia's wrists were a little sore.

She retracted the flaming sickle, looked at the corpses lying in front of her, stretched her body, and her bones made a cracking sound. She sighed with comfort.

She moved her shoulders and stepped over the corpses to walk out, but at this moment she discovered Rant hiding among the corpses.

A person's name does not disappear after death, so Lant's idea of ​​hiding among the corpses is very clever.

If Helia hadn't known him in advance, she probably wouldn't have noticed it at this moment.

She smiled and walked towards where Lant was hiding, deliberately slowing down her movements, in stark contrast to her swiftness when she was killing people.

She slowly and methodically removed the body covering Lanter, making a lot of noise, hinting little by little: I'm about to find you...

When Lant's heart was in his throat and he closed his eyes, ready to face death, he suddenly heard Helia say:

"Huh? Where the hell did I lose my shoes?"

The sound was so close that Lant could even hear her breathing.

Then came the sound of receding footsteps. Helia's bare feet treaded through the rubble, the movement distinct in the dead silence.

The ecstasy of surviving the disaster almost swept over his body, but Lant still did not dare to let his guard down and continued to disguise the corpse.

Was he really so lucky to have escaped such a disaster? How could it be such a coincidence?

He counted silently in his mind until fifteen minutes later, when he was sure there was no more movement around him, and then he carefully crawled out from the pile of corpses.

But when he pushed the corpse away and failed to see the moonlight tonight, his body suddenly froze and his blood almost solidified.

who is it……

"Hello?" Helia waved with a smile. The patient hunter finally waited for her prey.

Instinctual fear made Lant raise his hands suddenly, and he rolled away from Helia as agilely as a mountain cat, instantly creating distance between them.

He looked up, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his face was full of disbelief.

The lace mask on Helia's face was knocked off.

Under the moonlight, the entire face is revealed.

"Belei..." Lant whispered the name, then shook his head violently, and another name came to his mind.

"You actually recognized me?" Helia didn't seem angry when her mask was knocked off. She touched her face with a smile and said, "Is my face already so famous?"

It should be said that even if it wasn't Rand, the other guests present should have recognized him.

That team competition was open to the public, and almost all the nobles in the vicinity received invitations.

As a grand event in the North, no one will be absent without reason.

As the dark horse in the team competition, Belei's appearance is naturally well-known to everyone.

Not to mention the later rumors that Beile was actually Princess Helia, which made it even more memorable.

In fact, the guests tonight had thought that this mysterious woman with the same emerald eyes as Yolief might be Belei.

But they felt that with Helia's identity, she wouldn't need to attend in disguise.

No one would have thought that Helia's purpose of this trip was to take their lives!

Even Claude, the "noble killer", had never done such a thing as slaughtering all the guests at a banquet.

Is this in some sense a case of the disciple surpassing the master?

Lanter stared at Helia nervously. The reminder he had given him had now become concrete, and he didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Although he and Jolivet had severed ties, he still cared about the Frank family's affairs over the years.

So it's not surprising that he knew Belei and knew that Belei was Helia.

He had heard about everything Helia had done over the years.

Because of this, he was certain that Helia was not a good person.

She is an ambitious person in power who can easily stir up trouble.

If Yoriff gets too close to her, he will inevitably become one of her pawns to consolidate her control over the North.

This was the real reason why Lant reminded Helia to be careful—don’t be stupid enough to get sold out and then count money for others.

"Is this the instruction of His Majesty Claude?" Perhaps knowing that he could not escape death, Lant decided to die with a clear conscience.

"No, it's just what I wanted to do." Helia said casually.

"Why?!" Lant asked loudly in confusion, pointing at the corpses scattered on the ground. "Are you really the reincarnation of the devil? You kill people for fun?"

"Just assume I am." Helia didn't argue or answer directly. Instead, she asked, "Have you thought of your last words?"

Lant frowned, clenched his fists, and stared intently at Helia's emerald eyes, which were similar to Yoriff's. Finally, he sighed softly, and with all his strength gone, he said as if ready to be killed:

"Don't... hurt Yoriff... he's a good man..."

Helia was a little surprised: "I thought you would beg for mercy."

Lant laughed at himself, his eyes filled with the despair of dying, but also a bit of relief: "I know why you want to kill me."

"I'm not clean to begin with, so even if I die, I'll be rid of a threat to the people. But..."

"Yorif is one of the few upright and kind people in this filthy world..."

"Such a pure soul, I can't help but get close, but I'm also afraid of revealing my ugly self under his light..."

He looked up at Yuehua, let out a long breath, then opened his arms and looked at Helia with a smile: "Send me on my way."

"Do you think people can overcome their bad nature?" Helia did not take action, but instead discussed human nature with him.

Lanter understood what she meant.

Helia was giving him a chance to live—if he could overcome the madness that had run in his family, she would spare his life.

Both to verify the answer to the proposition and also for Yoriff.

But he refused.

"I don't think so," Lant said. "At least I can't."

For countless days and nights, he had locked himself away, trying to fight the whispers in his head and repent for his crimes.

But in the end, he still couldn't get through it, couldn't resist his body's self-protection instinct, and rationalized all the sins.

I have become a slave to the whispers in my head.

"Oh, that's a pity." Helia sighed regretfully and slowly walked forward to approach Lant.

The blood-stained hands gently grasped his fragile neck, tightening little by little.

Lant did not struggle, but just looked at her quietly, with a relieved calmness in his eyes.

The moonlight shone on his face, which was gradually losing its color, reflecting a strange beauty.

When Yolief hurried over, what he saw was Lant being strangled by Helia and held high up, already dead.

Under the bright moonlight, Helia looked like a ghost crawling out of a sea of ​​blood and corpses, seeking revenge.

The long silver hair was stained with blood and fluttered gently in the night breeze.

Her emerald eyes glowed coldly in the moonlight, breathtakingly beautiful, yet more terrifying than ghosts in the underworld.

She stood among corpses, a pool of blood spreading beneath her feet, and a body gradually turning cold in her hands.

The scene was both cruel and strange, like the final act of some sacrificial ritual.

Yolief stood there in a daze, staring at the scene before him. His throat tightened, but he couldn't utter a word.