Xu Zhixi has never been a pure, kind and well-behaved girl.
On the contrary, she retaliates in some ways.
She has been frail and sick since she was a child, and her body is much thinner than her peers. Otherwise, they treat her as a fragile porcelain doll and keep her away from them, deliberately isolating her.
If he just isolates her, she won't care.
But if someone bullies her and offends her interests, she will fight back.
The same goes for bullying people she cares about.
Jin An is the person she cares about.
Although this may just be the setting of the dungeon, when she thought of what Zhou Min and Lu Yinyin did to the young Lin Jin'an, and the scene of the young man floating in the water with a pale face, she wished she could eat the flesh and blood herself and peel off his skin and bones.
She pretended to eat the steak as if nothing had happened, glanced at Zhou Min who was banging on the door frantically, and said with a soft smile: "Miss Catherine, why don't you open the door for him."
The girl's voice was soft and soft, her beautiful porcelain face had curved eyebrows and innocent eyes, and there seemed to be no bad intentions in her clear and moist eyes.
Catherine dragged the huge skeleton towards the door step by step, grabbed Zhou Min's back collar, and threw it aside casually.
She opened the door easily and stepped aside.
Zhou Min got up from the ground, looked at the open door, and rushed out with joy.
Seeing this, Lu Yinyin also stood up tremblingly and walked towards the door.
It didn't take long.
"Ah——" The screams echoed throughout the world.
Lu Yinyin stepped back from the door in a panic, fell to the ground, got up again and ran in staggeringly, as if some savage beast was catching up behind her.
Zhou Min also ran back. His hair was messier and there were a few blood stains on his face and arms. He ran to the corner and squatted down to hold his head.
Several bright white ghosts floating in the air entered the door about half a meter away, wandered around twice, and then retreated.
There was a "bang" sound.
They also closed the door.
"Pfft..." Xu Zhixi couldn't help but laugh out loud. The girl showed her small white teeth and smiled sincerely with joy. The pale face was flushed again.
He Lu's face was slightly condensed, and he stood up, took out a short knife, and pointed the tip of the knife directly between Xu Zhixi's eyebrows.
"Perhaps you should explain why you knew there was a ghost outside the door?"
Her voice grew colder.
"Or are you really colluding with ghosts?"
Xu Zhixi's eyes moved to the tip of the knife, which was only half a foot away from her. The cold light shone on the blade, and the warm yellow light shone on the blade, coating it with a golden halo.
In a daze, she seemed to be back in the first copy.
It didn't last long, but it felt like a lifetime ago.
The girl's expression was natural, she raised her head slightly and looked at He Lu, her red lips moved up and down, "Maybe it's because you didn't observe carefully just now?"
"I just discovered that all the ghosts look different, and some of the faces are very familiar, as if I have seen them somewhere. When I saw the oil paintings on the side of the corridor, I knew that those ghosts came from these oil paintings. "
Everyone's eyes moved to the oil painting of figures on one side of the corridor. The oil painting was rich in ink and color, and the figures in the painting were lifelike.
"And I remember that there is a long corridor from the gate to here, and there are various oil paintings hanging on both sides of the corridor. So, I guess they will be attacked by ghosts when they go out."
"You bitch!"
Zhou Min's eyes were about to burst, and he stared at Xu Zhixi fiercely.
There was a "咻" sound, and a white light flashed.
After a few "pops", Zhou Min's face turned left and right, and there were several red palm prints on his fleshy face.
The white light disappeared into a mural again.
The people of Zhou Dynasty were stunned.
"Mr. Zhou Min, trouble comes from your mouth." Allen smiled and pushed up the frame of his glasses.
Lu Yinyin hugged her legs and huddled in a corner, a shadow enveloped her, her body trembled, and the expression on her face could not be seen clearly.
…
Allen pushed the dining cart away, followed closely by Catherine.
There are only five people left here.
He Lu crossed his chest and raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you tell me everything you know."
"I only know these, and they are all my guesses. It's getting very late now, and everyone is very tired after a long night of hard work. It's better for us to discover the rest tomorrow."
He Lu frowned and stared at Xu Zhixi for a long time, then suddenly raised his lips and smiled meaningfully, "Okay, let's all go and have a rest."
Zhang Chengyi wanted to say something more, but He Lu patted him on the shoulder and stopped talking.
Everyone returned to their rooms, including Zhou Min and Lu Yinyin. They did not dare to stay in the banquet hall on the first floor.
Xu Zhixi returned to the room on the second floor from the beginning. The windows were tightly closed. The roses in the thin glass bottles on the wooden table by the window were still beautiful, as if they were frozen in time.
Looking at the oil painting beside the bed, only the frame and background were left, but the man with blood-eyed and black hair in the painting was nowhere to be seen.
When Xu Zhixi thought of what she had just seen in the dark night, she felt heat rising up, and her heart was beating rhythmically in her chest.
I thought that the souls in this copy were very innocent, but I didn't expect that one big one and one small one were more exaggerated than the other!
Xu Zhixi soaked in the bathtub and remembered what they said when they left.
"Let's do something more interesting next..."
How interesting is that?
She leaned back, not against the cold bathtub, but against the smooth texture, and her long, well-articulated hands touched the base of her ears.
The other arm wrapped around her waist from under the water, and its rough fingertips rubbed the soft flesh of her waist.
Xu Zhixi trembled,
"Jin'an?"
The man chuckled and rested his chin on her bare shoulder.
"I'm here to keep the appointment..."
"Um?"
Xu Zhixi bit her lip, enduring the numbness and trembling in her body.
"Go to Miss Xu's invitation to bathe together."
His deep voice was a little hoarse, and he chuckled in her ear.
The water splashed up, drawing silvery arcs in mid-air. The mist steamed up, slowly climbed up the cold tiles, turned into water droplets, fell, and dripped on the broken rose petals on the ground.
The rose petals were stained with crystal water drops and swayed gently.
Xu Zhixi was like a drowning cat, helplessly hugging the person who could save her.
The cat opened its beautiful eyes and almost wanted to be "on the verge of death", letting out a delicate and soft moan.
The heavy rain outside the window was pouring and roaring, and the violent wind and rain swept through the soft branches, which were broken, then wrapped and entangled.
…
The boy lay on the bed, laughing softly as he recalled the girl's soft skin like marshmallows and red lips softer than flower petals in the dark.
The young man who had always been cold and self-reliant rolled around on the bed for the first time.
The old man proposed to hold a dance for the girl, and in order to take credit, he took the initiative to grab this opportunity.
The thought of those bright and moist eyes lighting up in preparation for his surprise made him feel happy.
However, he couldn't understand why the old man was so willing to give this opportunity?
Without thinking much, he went to discuss it with Allen and other ghosts.
…
Xu Zhixi lay on the cold bathtub, her mind blank.
A figure slowly walked up to her.
She raised her eyelids with difficulty and saw the young man's sullen handsome face, his eyes were scarlet and his black pupils were filled with storms.
The girl's eyes were wet and red, her eyes were soft, and her fair skin was covered with gorgeous petals.
The treacherous old man behind her had blood-red eyes full of satisfaction and provocation.
The boy was about to explode.
He now knew why the old man had entrusted him with the inspiration for the ball.
