After returning the camera photos to Luo Yinghao and Lan Yaya, Yang Zimei returned to his room. Just as he was about to sit down, there was a knock on the door from Sadako, "Master, I'm in."
"Um."
Yang Zimei didn't want to be disturbed at this time, but she was curious about what Sadako wanted to do with her, so she let her in.
Sadako pushed the door open and walked in. She, who was always used to wearing her hair down or in a bun, actually tied up her hair in a high ponytail like Yang Zimei, exuding a youthful atmosphere.
"Owner--"
Sadako walked in with a little brisk pace, "I want to take my photos."
"Sadako, you look nothing like me originally, but the photos you take look like this. What do you think?"
Yang Zimei picked out the photos of Sadako, placed them on the table one by one, and asked Sadako.
Sadako smiled and took the photos in her hand and looked at them carefully, "I don't have any opinion. A slave is like his master. That is a matter of course."
"Sadako——"
Yang Zimei looked at her, "But, I don't really want you to be like me. I am the unique me, and you are the unique Sadako."
"The master is always unique. No matter how much Sadako looks like his master, he will not replace his master. Master, please rest assured."
Sadako said sincerely.
Hearing this, Yang Zimei's heart sank.
Yes, Sadako looks more and more like him. In the end, will he be bitten by her and replaced by her?
And he ended up becoming a living dead?
Thinking of this, a chill rose up, making her skin crawl and she became increasingly uneasy.
She only left a photo of Sadako and asked her to take it away, then turned to Xiaoqian's room.
Xiaoqian has become lethargic since her disappearance and spends a lot of time sleeping in bed every day.
Yang Zimei came in and pushed him awake.
"Sister, don't you want to accompany Brother Zhutian? Why do you still have time to come to my place?" Xiao Qian asked as he rubbed his eyes.
"He returned to the United States again, Xiaoqian, look at this photo -"
Yang Zimei showed Xiao Qian the photo of Sadako.
"Sister, when did you wear Sadako's maid uniform? Haha, you look a bit like Sadako."
Xiao Qian said with a smile.
"Xiaoqian——"
Yang Zimei's expression was solemn, "This is not a photo of me, but a photo of Sadako. Luo Yinghao took a photo of Sadako just now. When he took the photo, it turned out that he looked like me. This is simply too weird."
"Sadako?"
Xiaoqian looked at the photo carefully and nodded, "Yes, your forehead has a little cinnabar red, but it's not in this photo. What's going on? How can her photo look like you? Sadako is prettier than you."
Yang Zimei rolled her eyes at him, and then said in a depressed mood, "Xiao Qian, I'm afraid that she will bite the Lord in the end and replace me, and I will become a living dead without any thoughts."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Qian also retracted his laughter, and his childish face became serious, "Your worries are not unreasonable. A weird existence like Sadako is very insecure in itself."
"Xiao Qian, I really want to terminate the contract with her. I don't want her to be with me anymore. Think about it, what kind of spell can I use."
Yang Zimei knew that although Xiao Qian had lost his previous memory, he seemed to have some kind of special ability, and he was also familiar with many magical spells, such as invisibility.
"I'm trying to think about it. However, in my understanding, once a blood contract is made, it can never be canceled."