"But I still want to see the real light shining into the castle. It's too dark here. I don't like it."
Tang Ning stared at the Lord, his expression frozen on his face.
Tang Ning: “!” He, he looked angry!
Tang Ning had a problem of getting nervous when others got angry, but "he" obviously didn't have that kind of personality reaction, so he ignored him and continued eating.
Tangning: “?”
Eat quickly, the food is getting cold.
Obviously, in his view, it was more important for Tang Ning to have hot food than for Lord Jue not to be angry.
Tang Ning has always been a person who would obey the orders of the strong. In addition, in Tang Ning's understanding at this moment, whether "he" will be angry or not is more important than Lord Jue's mood.
So Tangning really looked away obediently, picked up her knife and fork and continued to enjoy her breakfast.
Lord Jue was just left aside by Tang Ning.
The blond, blue-eyed vampire stood for a while, feeling a little subtle about the priest. In fact, they had met yesterday, but the impression left on him by the priest yesterday was like someone wearing an invisible hood, concealing his light and edges, and being unusually quiet.
The priest now is completely different from yesterday.
But it fits the rumor about His Excellency the Priest.
He watched the overly beautiful priest poke a small berry with his fork and put the juicy fruit into his mouth. Compared with this fruit, the priest was like an unripe fruit on a tree in the clouds, which was out of reach and too arrogant. If he took a bite, perhaps the fruit would be sour.
It's so sour that it makes people's faces wrinkle.
The sour taste stands out among the greasy sweetness.
He went to the curtain, stretched out his hand, and slowly pulled open the heavy curtain under the shocked gaze of the butler. The bright light made the vampire instinctively feel uncomfortable, so he turned sideways and stood behind the curtain that had not been fully opened yet.
The gauze-like morning light sprinkled into the castle that was dark all year round, and embraced the black-haired young man who was having dinner. He had long hair and eyes as mysterious as the night, but when the sunlight coated him with a layer of spotless gold, he reminded people of light far more than Lord Jue.
It is a reflection of a person's temperament and has nothing to do with simple hair color or eye color.
He was so suitable to be bathed in the light that when Jue saw this scene, the slightest displeasure in his heart melted away silently.
Lift up, that duke, he ordered.
Tang Ning looked up in confusion after hearing this.
Go easy on him. The tone of "him" carries a hint of condescension.
Tangning: “?”
Although she didn't quite understand why she wanted to do this, Tangning still raised the corners of her lips.
It is hard to tell whether it is the sunlight that makes his face particularly dazzling, or his lightness that makes the sunlight brighter.
Those black eyes were clear and bright, as pure as a newborn baby's, not some high and mighty priest. The strong contrast made it difficult to associate him with the picky and arrogant priest just now.
"Let's continue eating," he said.
Tang Ning bent down to continue eating without knowing why. He didn't realize that when he bent down, the Lord's hand was still grabbing the curtain, neither pulling it anymore nor letting it go. It seemed as if it was suspended in mid-air.
Don't do this to others in the future, he warned.
Tangning: “?”
We look like this, they are lucky to see us at first sight, if we still waste our emotions to be so kind to them, it is really a compliment to them. "He" said.
Tangning: ...Oh.
The feeling of the sun shining on his body was indeed more comfortable than being in a dark environment. When Tang Ning put down his knife and fork, the vampire came to him and said to him, "I will set up a constant temperature formation for the priest as soon as possible."
In the entire castle, only Lord Jue has the ability to cover the entire ground with formations in a short period of time.
The vampire duke who could say this was equivalent to putting aside his noble status and working as a bricklayer for Tang Ning.
It was a pity that Tang Ning didn't understand Lord Jue's responsibility, so he acted very calmly.
Although “he” understood, he was too lazy to explain anything and even said with a bit of disdain: What a shabby castle, even floor heating needs to be installed.
So Lord Jue stood there for a while, and when he felt lonely, he turned around and left silently.
Stand up, he said.
The other players at the table were still sitting there eating in silence, but Tang Ning stood up and stood out from the crowd. Everyone looked at Tang Ning and waited for her to speak.
Tangning was also waiting for "him" to speak.
Well, let's go and digest the food after dinner.
Tangning: “…?”
This way it doesn't feel like an A-level copy full of crises, but rather like a retirement copy.
What's strange is why he keeps following "his" words... Obviously "he" is a ghost...
Do you like working so much? "He" thought about it and decided to go to the fifth floor. Didn't he get the number 502 from the Pen Fairy yesterday
Tang Ning, who was still hesitating whether to rebel, immediately obeyed after hearing this because 502 was also the number he wanted to investigate.
Tangning left her seat and heard Jiang Mianmian's voice behind her, "Tangning, what are you going to do?"
Tang Ning had mixed feelings towards his teammates. When he turned around and looked at Jiang Mianmian, the look in Jiang Mianmian's eyes seemed no different than before.
Tangning glanced at the others and met their gazes one by one.
In fact, the analysis that "he" just made about the mental journey of Jiang Mianmian, Si Tai and others were all "his" one-sided words.
What "he" said was not necessarily right. A ghost, especially one who harbored ill will towards his other teammates, would definitely speculate about his teammates with the greatest malice in order to destroy Tang Ning's feelings towards his teammates.
But his teammates were not as desperate as he imagined, and were not willing to pay the price of their lives to protect him.
The vast majority of people in this world are somewhere between very good and very bad.
Tang Ning looked at his teammates and suddenly understood the answer to the question.
Because his control over Tang Ning was very rare, maybe not to the extreme level, but this level was enough to leave his teammates behind.
In fact, on the first day, he could still sense some dangerous aura from "him", but from the first night when he handed over the control of his body to the other party, "his" attitude towards him suddenly changed a lot.
These were very subtle changes, and Tang Ning had no idea why he could sense them.
"I'm going to put the instructions given to me by the Pen Fairy into practice," Tang Ning replied.
"What instructions?" Jiang Mianmian asked.
Tangning was not one to hide anything. He said directly, "Yesterday I asked the Pen Fairy which rooms were safe. The Pen Fairy told me a number, 502. I want to go there now."
What number did the Pen Fairy tell you
Jiang Mianmian stood up and followed Tangning. The others also looked at each other and went to the restaurant with Tangning.
If Tang Ning is not polluted now, then what he said is very likely to be true. If Tang Ning is polluted now, then he is very likely to do something that is not good for everyone, so no matter what the situation is, we need to follow.
The carpets in the corridor were uniformly replaced with soft pure white.
Tang Ning stepped on the carpet. He was handsome, even his feet were impeccable. His bare feet left light marks on the soft carpet.
Apart from anything else, this carpet does feel much better when stepped on.
Tang Ning arrived at the fifth floor.
If we understand 502 according to the house number, the room on the fifth floor is likely to be 502. Count two rooms from left to right, and two from right to left.
Tangning bit the tip of her tongue and tears suddenly filled her eyes.
That strange state enveloped him once again. Tang Ning's amazingly sharp perception allowed him to sense a lot of cold air. The carpet had clearly changed from scarlet to pure white, but his vision was still stained with an ominous red.
There were strange whispers all around, as if something was hiding in the darkness and making noises.
Tang Ning felt extremely uncomfortable. He took this precious opportunity to quickly look around the room he was in doubt about.
The second to last room on the left at the end of the corridor gave Tang Ning a sense of foreboding, but he did not feel any sense of danger from the other rooms.
He closed his eyes, tears seeping from his eyelashes, cutting off that wonderful state.
When he opened his eyes again, Tang Ning chose a room and pushed open the door.
It was daytime now, and there was no need to light a lamp to clean out the house.
There was a plaster sculpture placed in the center, with a removable candle in its hand.
Is this a house with hidden props
Tang Ning tried to step closer to the room but was stopped. Isn't the ground so dirty
There was indeed a thick layer of dust on the floor.
At this time, Lord Jue, who had been laying the floor heating all the way to the fifth floor, came up. When he saw Tang Ning standing at this door, he took the initiative to greet Tang Ning.
Tangning nodded slightly.
Lord Jue came to Tang Ning's side and praised the door that Tang Ning had opened, saying, "The Priest's Eye of Truth can really work here."
It was the first time that Tang Ning knew the "eye of truth" of this body of his.
"Why don't you stop, Your Excellency the Priest?" asked the Duke.
Tangning was silent for a moment, "The floor is too dirty." In fact, Tangning herself didn't care whether the floor was dirty or not, but that "he" couldn't stand it.
Lord Jue saw Tang Ning frowning and immediately stepped forward, "I will help the priest take down this holy vessel."
He stretched out his hand, and a black shadow shot out from his hand, extending to the hand of the sculpture in an instant, easily taking the candle and placing it in Tangning's hand.
"It is said that this is a holy artifact from the Eastern gods. If a determined Eastern monk uses it, he will not be affected by the curse of the ancient castle." Lord Jue spontaneously introduced it to Tang Ning.
Eastern monk
Tang Ning was holding the candle and standing behind the monk. The other players were also standing next to Master Jikong. If Tang Ning remembered correctly, the card drawn by the monk was called Ascetic Monk. That card required props, and the monk swore that he had the card and it would never be contaminated.
"Sir Jue, is this the kind of Eastern monk he is?" Tang Ning pointed at Jikong, whose expression couldn't hold back.
Lord Jue, "He looks very guilty now, not like a determined oriental monk."