"Vampires are not so obsessed with their souls. They are obsessed with blood. What is your identity?" Nangong Baiye's face got a little closer.
Beiming Liancheng licked his sharp fangs: "I am indeed not a blood clansman..."
"Then what are you? A werewolf? No, it's not like that." Nangong Baiye's fingertips swiped the blade, drawing blood.
Beiming Liancheng watched her movements, raised his black-gloved fingers, put them on her sexy and shiny thin lips, and made a shushing gesture. His lowered eyes were golden and full of evil: "Junior sister, I'm just an ordinary person.
of human beings.”
"You told me before, don't talk about humanity with vampires." Nangong Baiye smiled brightly: "Now you say you are an ordinary human being? Senior brother, your lying skills are getting worse and worse."
Beiming Liancheng looked at her with a smile, elegant and changeable: "Okay, I admit, I lied to you before."
"You are also lying to me now." Nangong Baiye was not stupid enough to believe what he said.
Beiming Liancheng curled his lips: "What exactly do you want me to do? You are such a difficult junior sister to maintain."
"Your Highness, are you tired of being the same in front of others and the same behind others?" Nangong Baiye deeply felt that her senior brother had at least four or more personalities.
However, what is certain is that whether he is cold as frost or evil and rogue, he has brought every character to the extreme... It makes people hate him to the extreme, but at the same time, he feels that he is so handsome. Damn it!
Beiming Liancheng yawned lazily: "I can still control it now."
It's really shameless.
Nangong Baiye slapped his hand on his waist: "Back to the topic we just talked about, what other problems does the Jiang family have?" After asking, he added harshly: "If you don't tell me, I will use my mouth without rinsing.
Kiss you!"
Hearing this, Beiming Liancheng's beautiful eyebrows wrinkled, as cold as an ancient royal god: "Uncle your claws on me."
"Don't let go." Nangong Baiye simply hugged the man's waist. Anyway, she had said such harsh words, and why was she blushing and shy? She was bound to get an answer.
The temperature on Beiming Liancheng's body was getting colder and colder. He grabbed her by the back collar and tried to throw her out of the room.
"Hey!" Nangong Baiye raised his eyes and looked at him, his black hair sticking softly behind his ears, which was not annoying.
Beiming Liancheng lowered his head, raised his index finger, and poked her cheek.
The cold touch made Nangong Baiye's thoughts clearer: "Ye Mei will definitely not harm anyone, but you are dragging her to death, with an expression like you haven't found out something at all. Could it be that... the Jiang family
You have more than one enemy?"
"Uh-huh." Beiming Liancheng continued to poke her face, and the coldness in his eyes became even worse. What does it mean to pull her to death?
Nangong Baiye stretched out a hand, grabbed his fingertips, and said with shrewd eyes: "But if there are other enemies, I can't possibly not feel it, unless it relies on other media... People from the Jiang family
The trouble started after we went to the cemetery. They took things they shouldn't have taken..." As he said that, Nangong Baiye stood up immediately, grabbed the fur coat thrown on the bed, and left the inn without looking back!
The fog was blown away a little by the wind.
In the cell, which has not been exposed to sunlight all year round, Jiang Xin curled up in such a cold condition.
He is waiting for someone, someone who can release him from this hellish prison!
The reason why he took the blame so happily in court was because he knew that no matter when the time came, he would have a way out!
Thinking of this, Jiang Xin moved. He didn't know why, but from the very beginning, he had a very strange feeling, as if something was peering at her from the dark in this house.
But this cell is a separate cell. There are no jailers around, let alone jailers. There are only two or three criminals. Even if there are, at this point, everyone is sleeping and waiting to die. There is a long distance between them.
He won't turn around to look at him.
, but the feeling of being spied on was so strong that his neck began to feel cold...
suddenly!
There was a click outside the cell door.
Jiang Xin, who has been working with metal all year round, was able to identify the sound of the iron lock opening.
The strange thing is that the jailer did not come in, and nothing unusual was seen outside the cell door.
There was a clang, and the sound of iron tools rubbing against each other sounded again!
Jiang Xin looked around subconsciously, but there was still nothing...
Nameless tension gripped his heart, and he took a step back and shouted: "Who is there!"
No one answered, but the sound of the door lock shaking became louder and louder, echoing in the empty prison. It was so loud and harsh!
Jiang Xin began to be afraid. There was obviously nothing outside, nothing at all!
So what is shaking the door lock?
Jiang Xin didn't dare to think about it, and stepped back step by step, stepping on the hay used for sleeping on the ground, and the palms of his hands were covered with cold sweat.
suddenly!
A woman's smooth and seductive voice came from behind him.
"master"
An extremely ordinary name was called from behind him. His neck was stiff and he didn't look back. He held up the protective jade with trembling fingers.
"master."
There was another soft call.
When I was a kid, I heard an old man say that if someone calls you from behind at night, you should never answer!
Jiang Xin was smart, covering his mouth tightly and shivering in the corner. As long as he persisted in not saying anything, everything would be fine until dawn!
Bang!
As if annoyed by his behavior, the cell door opened.
Jiang Xin stood up sweating profusely, breathing heavily, and looked outside the cell. A jailer looked at him, shook the money in his hand, and said in a breathy voice: "You finally woke up, get up.
Someone wants to see you."
It turned out to be a nightmare... Huh, Jiang Xin wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his back hand, lowered his head and thought, the person who comes to see him at this time should be him, which means he can go out!
After Jiang Xin wiped his sweat, his whole face lit up and he waited quietly.
After a while, a person came into the prison. She was wearing a bright red dress, holding a bamboo rice bowl in her hand. She stuffed some money into the jailer's hand, and then smiled at Jiang Xin.
"Why is it you?" Hope failed, Jiang Xin's tone was obviously displeased.
Aunt Jiu was so wronged that she pouted her red lips and laid out the dishes one after another: "Master has entered the cell, he is walking around the house, and there is so much noise. Who else wants to see you except me."
After hearing this, Jiang Xin sighed and hugged the person over, saying with a sweet smile: "It's not in vain that I love you. Don't worry, after today, I can go out."
"Seriously?" Aunt Jiu looked very happy.
Jiang Xin touched her leg without changing her temper, and hissed again: "Don't let those jailers listen to this."
"Okay." Aunt Jiu nodded happily, and while arranging the banquet in her hand, she casually called out again: "Master?"
"Huh?" Jiang Xin picked up the wine glass and took a sip happily.
moment!
Mrs. Jiu's movements slowed down, her raised hand turned stiffly, and her neck twisted. Her posture was indescribably weird: "You agreed."
Jiang Xin also noticed that the hand holding the wine glass was trembling a little.
He remembered!
It was this voice that called me in my dream!
…………
"Please, please first..." From the other end of the prison, Master Zhang's breathless respectful voice came.
Nangong Baiye didn't intend to be so eye-catching, but His Highness's aura was so strong that anyone who looked at him would rush to fawn over him.
Mr. Zhang nodded respectfully and bowed his head respectfully. Every time he took a step, he turned around and said, "It's dark in this dungeon. Your Majesty, Seventh Prince, please be careful where you step."
Nangong Baiye once again looked sideways at Beiming Liancheng, who exuded an intimidating aura. His face and decent clothes were too out of tune with the environment here.
Beiming Liancheng seemed to dislike the smell here. He pursed his sexy thin lips slightly. His slender and elegant hands were wrapped in black gloves, only the porcelain white wrists were exposed, faintly exuding temptation. He was not worried.
He walked forward unhurriedly, his thick eyelashes cast a light shadow, but there was an evil playfulness at the corner of his mouth...
Something's wrong!
Nangong Baiye narrowed his eyes. It took at least half a stick of incense from the time they entered the cell, but there was no change in the surroundings. It seemed that no matter how hard they walked, they would never reach the end.
"Ghosts beat the wall." She lowered her head and muttered three words to herself.
Master Zhang didn't hear clearly and asked, "What is Miss Bai Ye talking about?"
"Nothing." Nangong Baiye had a robe in one hand and a talisman in the other. When Master Zhang wasn't paying attention, he casually slapped it on the cell door. His walking posture did not change, and he was still thinking casually.
Mr. Zhang sighed and sighed: "We are finally here, His Majesty the Seventh Highness, and Jiang Xin is locked in the cell in front."
Hearing that someone was coming, the jailer immediately stood up, with obvious panic on his face, and hesitantly said: "Sir, sir!"
"Yes." Mr. Zhang put his hand behind his back and said with official authority: "Take us in."
In the dungeon, there are one level and one lock. There are almost six locks in total. The crimes inside the dungeon are more serious. This design is also to prevent prisoners from escaping.
The jailer held the iron lock with trembling hands and glanced inside again and again with his eyes. He could tell at a glance that he was feeling guilty.
Nangong Baiye raised his eyebrows: "Has anyone been here?"
"Ah?" The jailer shook his head quickly and stammered: "No, no, no one."
Nangong Baiye narrowed his eyes and followed the jailer in.
The jailer seemed to be deliberately stalling for time. The soles of his shoes were scraping against the ground, but he did not move forward.
Nangong Baiye simply avoided him and walked quickly to the prison.
The cell door is open, but Jiang Xin... is dead!
"What, what's going on?" The jailer didn't expect this at all, and shook the hand holding the oil lamp back and forth.
Nangong Baiye squatted down and touched Jiang Xin's face with his fingers: "The body is still hot. He died just now. It was a homicide!"
"Impossible, this is impossible! I have been guarding outside all the time!" the jailer yelled, terror filled his eyes. Even if the woman who gave him the money killed someone, he didn't see her go out?
A big living person just disappeared from his eyes? Is this possible?!
He shook his head in disbelief, trying to get rid of the fear in his mind!
suddenly!
The gloomy oil lamp dimmed, and an inexplicable cold wind drifted over. With a bang, the iron door was shut tightly, and a strange "gurgling" sound sounded in the prison——
"What the hell!" Mr. Zhang also began to realize that something was wrong, trembling on his legs and shouting!
The jailer who had his head lowered raised his eyes, and his eyes rolled strangely: "Hey..."
The laughter was very hoarse, not like it came from a human, but a bit like a cat.
Yelling, catching it in my heart time and time again.
It was very uncomfortable for those who heard it. Nangong Baiye felt that it was a bad feeling. It was a bit like "The Grudge" he watched in modern times, and he couldn't grasp the reality.
Mr. Zhang was so frightened that he couldn't even speak. He pointed at the jailer with trembling fingers: "He, he..."
"The ghost is possessed." Nangong Baiye grabbed the person and blocked him in front. He bit his finger with his tiger teeth and smeared the sweet blood on the exorcism knife.
The jailer looked at her movements, as if he wasn't afraid at all, and just smiled sinisterly...
Nangong Baiye held the exorcism knife coldly, and the surrounding area turned into black with no one around!
The jailer is gone, Master Zhang is gone, and even her perverted senior brother is gone...
Nangong Baiye tightened the handle of the knife and walked forward tentatively. It was a very depressed house. There was nothing in the house, even the trees were bare.
The layout of the house is somewhat familiar, with a long river running across the backyard, bottomless.
As Nangong Baiye walked, he listened to the sound of his footsteps echoing in the huge house. The road ahead was dim and the surroundings were so quiet that he could only hear his own breathing.
After walking like this for a while, a room appeared in front of her. She reached out and pushed the door open, and was greeted by a biting cold air.
The entire boudoir was deathly quiet.
Nangong Baiye looked around, but there was nothing except the long hair that the woman pulled off when combing her hair.
She flipped through it casually and suddenly felt a cool breeze blowing on the back of her neck, and subconsciously turned her head!
Apart from her, no other person appeared.
She couldn't explain why, but she had an indescribable aversion to this place. Just as she was about to lift her legs to go out, she heard a crunch... a crunch... a crunch... a sound like the shaking of an old iron bed reached her ears.
inside……
Nangong Baiye slowly turned his head and looked at the source of the sound. The door to the back room opened a crack and the light of the oil lamp came out, making the whole room a little dark.
Nangong Baiye narrowed his eyes, held the exorcism knife tightly, and walked over with light steps.
The closer she walked, the clearer and harsher the sound became, making it extremely uncomfortable.
When she kicked open the door, the sound stopped!
There was a person lying under the bed. That person was none other than Mrs. Jiu. There was no expression on her face. She just turned her head and looked at Nangong Baiye: "Miss Baiye, why are you here? Aren't the cases all over?"
Is it over? Do you have any more questions to ask me? Then come over and pull me out."
Mrs. Jiu's hand just came out from under the bed. There were spots on the back of her hand with corpse marks. Look at her lips again, they were unnatural bluish white: "Miss Bai Ye, help me, it's too cold under the bed."
It’s so cold, my hands are numb from the cold.”
Nangong Baiye told himself that he couldn't go there, but his steps seemed to be out of control and he walked towards the wooden bed...