In fact, there is no difference between day and night in the castle. They are all blocked by a thick black cloud, and the sunlight is dim.
It was only after the sun went down that the darkness became thicker and thicker.
When the night bells rang through the castle, the dinner began.
The plaid shirt and the bald middle-aged man came to the hall first. They sat in the corner with a little unease on their faces.
After the beard fell ill inexplicably, they became more vigilant and dared not touch anything, for fear of committing some taboo and losing their lives in vain.
Even the food in front of them didn't shake them.
Shen Dongqing did not have this taboo.
In his opinion, this game is almost like a vacation, and there is no psychological burden at all. He sat down and picked up a hot piece of apple pie and delivered it to his mouth.
The plaid shirt asked in a low voice, "Are you still eating?"
Maybe the bearded man had an accident last night when he was eating, and he ate the most.
Shen Dongqing stopped and said, "It's delicious."
Plaid shirt glanced at the food on the table, swallowed quietly, but still didn't dare to move.
creak —
The door was suddenly pushed open, attracting everyone's attention.
The housekeeper owes her debts.
I saw that the count was late.
The Count was wearing a black dress, his exposed skin was pale and fragile, and he was wearing a black veil, covering most of his face, and only his full scarlet lips could be seen.
"Good evening, ladies."
The count picked up the corner of his skirt and walked slowly to the main seat.
Following her movements, the black veil was slightly raised, and a fleeting face could be seen.
The Earl was a lady in her forties and fifties, well-maintained and elegant.
But if the beard was here, he would definitely be shocked—the count he killed last night was obviously an old woman who was about to die.
But the people present did not know.
The count raised the wine glass on the seat: "Welcome to you, the harvest festival will become... colorful because of you."
After she finished speaking, she drank the red wine in the glass, and her lips were stained with wine, which made her look even more rosy.
The Count put down his glass, looked at the plaid shirt and the bald middle-aged man who didn't dare to move, and chuckled: "It seems that the girl this time is more shy, am I that scary?"
"no no… "
The plaid shirt and the bald middle-aged man shook their heads, hurriedly picked up the wine glass, and took a sip with trepidation.
The earl hooked his lips in satisfaction: "Then, let's start..."
Zhou Wenyan interrupted her: "Lord Count, what is the harvest festival?"
The earl's eyes fell on Zhou Wenyan, and after seeing that the other party was not wearing a gorgeous skirt, his voice became a lot colder: "Of course it is to celebrate the good harvest given by God."
"Okay, let's start the dance."
The voice fell, and bursts of music sounded in the corner.
The plaid shirt and the bald middle-aged man did not dare to act first, but looked at others.
Zhou Wenyan got up first and stretched out his hand towards Shen Dongqing: "Can I invite you to dance?"
Shen Dongqing was still eating, with bulging cheeks on both sides, and said vaguely, "I won't."
Zhou Wenyan said, "I'll teach you."
The two got up and walked into the dance floor in the center of the hall.
Zhou Wenyan held Shen Dongqing with one hand and put one hand behind his waist, and said softly, "Put your hand on my shoulder."
Shen Dongqing likes to study human behavior and is interested in everything.
He obediently put his hand on Zhou Wenyan's shoulder and followed his footsteps.
Fortunately, Zhou Wenyan was tall and tall, and he did not violate the harmony with Shen Dongqing in the women's step.
The Count looked at the two people dancing on the dance floor, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at the remaining three people.
Feeling the danger, Wu Jia grabbed the plaid shirt without hesitation and pulled it to the dance floor.
Plaid shirt: "What are you doing?!"
Wu Jia: "If you want to survive, dance quickly!"
Then the two big men started dancing stiffly.
The Count looked at the only remaining bald middle-aged man, and was a little dissatisfied with his sparse top of his head, but he stepped forward and picked up the corner of his skirt.
"Beautiful lady, can I invite you to dance?"
The beautiful bald "Miss" shuddered and wanted to ask others for help, but no one wanted to dedicate their lives to others.
Under the black veil, the corner of the earl's mouth twitched strangely: "Don't you want to? That's such a pity..."
The bald middle-aged man said quickly, "I do!"
The count stretched out his hand: "It's a great honor."
But she had a very regretful expression on her face, as if regretting why the bald middle-aged man didn't reject her invitation.
The bald middle-aged man showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and took the count's hand.
The two entered the dance floor.
At a glance, there are already three pairs of dance partners on the dance floor.
It's just that one of the pair's feet is stiff, stepping on each other's feet from time to time, like two geese fighting each other.
The other pair is much more harmonious.
Zhou Wenyan hugged Shen Dongqing in his arms. He was clearly wearing a simple shirt and jeans, but he seemed to be a real aristocratic gentleman, looking down at the person in his arms from time to time.
And Shen Dongqing also integrated into the dance music under his leadership.
And the most bizarre couple is the earl and her bald "lady".
The Count moved gracefully and looked natural, but her dance partner was shaking like a sieve, as if she was doing a veneer dance with her own portrait.
The bald middle-aged man endured his fear, and if he wanted to finish the dance, he hurried away from the earl.
Just jumping and jumping, he suddenly smelled a fragrance.
If there is or not, it is like sandalwood.
After the lingering fragrance, you can still smell a faint rust smell.
The bald middle-aged man was in a trance for a moment, and even forgot his fear, looked straight at the Count, like a puppet, and danced a standard dance.
The song stops.
The count leaned over the bald middle-aged man's ear and whispered, "Tonight, I'll wait for you..."
The bald middle-aged man's face was dull and his voice was erratic: "Okay."
The earl smiled lightly and let go of his hand: "Happy time is always short, the banquet is over, sorry."
Under the service of the servants, she walked out of the hall.
The door slowly closed with a dull sound.
The bald middle-aged man was like waking up from a big dream, sweating like rain, his legs were so weak that he could barely walk.
Zhou Wenyan glanced at him: "It's a pity I wasn't selected."
Wu Jia thought silently: If you are chosen, I am afraid that the earl will be the next victim.
The dinner is over.
The players returned to their respective rooms.
The condition of the bald middle-aged man was not quite right, and he returned to the room with a pale face, and he did not respond when others called him.
Zhou Wenyan, Wu Jia and Shen Dongqing gathered in the same room again.
Zhou Wenyan flipped through the book he brought back from the library, and casually glanced at Wu Jia who was sitting in the corner: "I never thought you were so annoying."
Wu Jia didn't dare to say anything, and could only try to shrink his body to ensure that he would not disturb these two.
Shen Dongqing leaned over: "What are you looking at?"
Zhou Wenyan said, "Anecdotes in Carlisle's territory."
Shen Dongqing glanced at it, and all the little tadpoles were written on it. He didn't know any of them, and immediately sighed sincerely: "You know so much."
Maybe Shen Dongqing's eyes were too bright, Zhou Wenyan coughed a little embarrassedly: "No... just a little bit of fur."
Wu Jia was shocked.
Is this big guy even humble
Shen Dongqing pointed to one of the passages and asked curiously, "What does this say?"
Zhou Wenyan explained: "It is written that the harvest festival has been held in the Carlisle territory since two hundred years ago. In the past, no one has ever heard of this festival."
Shen Dongqing interrupted him: "Wait!"
He hurriedly ran to grab a pillow and hugged it in his arms, just like listening to a bedtime story, and when he was ready, he said, "It's time to start."
"I read the succession history of Earl Carlisle again and found that only men could inherit titles and territories. Two hundred years ago, due to a disease, almost all bloodlines died, leaving only a young girl. The first countess. Since then, for two hundred years, the title has been inherited by the countess."
Zhou Wenyan turned another page.
On it was painted the portrait of the first Earl of Carlisle.
The young girl in the painting is dressed in full clothes and has a black veil on her head, but from the vague facial features, it can be seen that it is very similar to the Earl of Carlisle who is attending the dinner tonight.
"So, the Earl of Carlisle has been the same for the past two hundred years?" Wu Jia said, "But it doesn't make sense. Vampires should be immortal, and the Earl looks to be forty or fifty years old."
Zhou Wenyan closed the book: "Follow up and take a look and you'll know."
The voice fell.
There was a knock on the door just in time.
The bald middle-aged man is scared.
He didn't know why the Count invited him to dance, but he knew it must be bad news, like... death.
The bald middle-aged man walked irritably around the house, pulling out all his life-saving things.
Consecrated Jade Buddha, spells, peach wood...
The bald middle-aged men all hid under their skirts, sitting on the chair vigilantly waiting for the unknown danger to come.
But while waiting, he suddenly tilted his head and fell asleep.
clang-
The bell rang.
The bald middle-aged man seemed to be awakened, and opened his dull eyes.
His hands and feet were stiff and he walked out of the room without a sound.
There was no light on the corridor, it was pitch black.
The bald middle-aged man did not hesitate a step, and walked straight into the thick darkness.
He heard the woman's voice laughing.
"Come. Sweet Lamb, give your all to the Lord."
"With your clear eyes, with your snow-like skin, with your nightingale-like voice, with your satin-like black..."
Under the moonlight, half of the bald middle-aged man's forehead shone like a light bulb.
"...Forget it, just come directly."
The Count stood in a blooming rose garden and held out his hand towards him.
The bald middle-aged man felt a gust of cold wind blowing, which made him shudder. He opened his eyes and saw that he had appeared in the garden, and the countess was standing in front of him.
The countess was smiling at him, half of her face still youthful and half of her face white and boneless. The moonlight shone, and countless tentacles stretched out from her shadow.
Seeing the tentacles getting closer, the bald middle-aged man calmed down unusually.
Since the count wanted his life, he might as well kill the count first.
Anyway, as long as you kill the count, you can clear the level.
The bald middle-aged man showed a crazy smile.
Zhou Wenyan pushed open the door.
I saw a light coming down the steps.
He chased after him, but at the end of the stairs, he saw only the housekeeper alone.
The housekeeper was expressionless: "Miss, what's the matter?"
Zhou Wenyan stood still and said nonsense: "The Count invited me over tonight."
The housekeeper stared at Zhou Wenyan with heavy eyes and said in a steady tone: "Someone has already gone, please don't worry." She rolled her eyes strangely and smiled, "Anyway... it will always be your turn."
There was a sound of footsteps above the stairs.
Shen Dongqing and Wu Jia walked down.
Shen Dongqing saw the two deadlocked at the intersection, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhou Wenyan said: "I was deceived."
Apparently, the Count had guessed their intentions, and staggered the time so that they didn't have a chance to have a good talk with her.
The housekeeper's gaze swept over the three, then turned and left.
It's just that she hadn't taken two steps when her neck suddenly hurt, and she fainted on the ground. The candlestick in her hand fell with a crisp sound, and the fire went out.
Zhou Wenyan raised his head, and in the cool moonlight, he looked more like a villain than the housekeeper lying on the ground.
"Take her back first."
Wu Jia hurriedly ran down, picked up the housekeeper's collar and dragged it up, and asked in the middle, "What about you?"
Zhou Wenyan said, "Well... let's see if we can rescue the Earl."
Of course it didn't catch up.
The bald middle-aged man had chopped up the Earl to pieces, and his limbs were lying in the rose field. Under the watering of blood, the roses looked even more beautiful.
The bald middle-aged man looked like two people he didn't see coming, carrying the blood-stained peach wood sword, and walked back in a trance.
"Another one." Zhou Wenyan said.
Shen Dongqing looked at the rose flower field: "Just like yesterday, there is nothing."
clean.
As if the Count was just a body without a soul.
Zhou Wenyan touched his chin: "How do I feel, after the last two rounds, the game has learned its lesson, and specially prepared an undead boss to make us happy?"
Shen Dongqing muttered: "I don't like cutting people."
Zhou Wenyan smiled: "Go back first."
"We can't find the earl, we can talk to the butler first."
The housekeeper woke up and saw the three people sitting in front of her.
"What are you doing?" The housekeeper found herself tied firmly to the chair, unable to move, she panicked, "Let me go, you are provoking the count!"
Zhou Wenyan knocked on the armrest of the chair with his fingers: "Relax, we will ask you a few questions, after all, we are not bad people."
Shen Dongqing added solemnly: "I won't kill anyone casually."
Housekeeper: …
Even so, it seemed like he was about to slash someone with a knife in the next second.
The housekeeper only panicked for a while, then calmed down: "I don't know anything."
A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.
Zhou Wenyan said in a positive tone, "You are not afraid of death."
The housekeeper's eyes moved.
Zhou Wenyan smiled at her: "Don't worry, we don't like to fight and kill, but... There are still many ways to trap people in one place and never live forever."
Speaking of this, Shen Dongqing has more experience, and he cheerfully gave an example: "For example, put a person in a glass bottle, then fill it with mercury, seal it up, or use nails to nail the limbs and the forehead, and then bury it in the soil. Have… "
Every time he said an example, the housekeeper's face turned paler.
Zhou Wenyan listened carefully and nodded occasionally: "I think your method is very good."
The housekeeper insisted: "There are none of these things in the castle."
Shen Dongqing pondered: "Yes, then we can only use the simplest method. I'll eat you and forget it, although it looks a bit unpalatable..."
He glanced at the skinny housekeeper with disgust.
Zhou Wenyan said, "No, you can't eat indiscriminately."
Shen Dongqing nodded obediently: "Okay, then I'll think of other ways."
The housekeeper's face turned green.
Wait, wait.
Obviously they are the villains, okay
Under the threat, the housekeeper said what she knew like pouring beans.
"The Earl is not afraid of death, but the Earl is afraid of old age."
"The Count found black magic from a forbidden book and was able to maintain his youth, but every year he offered six virgins to the devil."
"No one can kill the earl, no one can leave the castle, no one..."