The silence gave the air a layer of coldness, as if another inexplicable force was crushing in mid-air and hitting Bo Jinghan's back hard, making her almost want to bend her back and that
A proud head.
But over the years, Bo Jinghan has been good at cultivating her energy. Even after standing in this weird and solemn atmosphere for a long time, she still straightened her back with all her strength, letting herself and the invisible guy behind the scenes do the same thing.
A tug-of-war form of resistance.
Back and forth, the sound of mechanical gears suddenly came from the silent space.
It seemed like metal friction, making a clanging sound.
It was a bit harsh, as if it was coming from underground, and also seemed to be coming from the direction of the ceiling.
But there was no such old voice.
Bo Jinghan took a deep breath, looked up, and slowly curved the corners of his mouth.
"Hey! Old thing——"
"Haha, young man, where are your politeness? Is this what Old Man Bo taught you, asking you to treat your elderly elders like "Old thing"? If I am an old thing, who are you, a little thing!"
Hearing this, the smile at the corner of Bao Jinghan's mouth became a little stronger. She seemed to be less nervous than before. Even though the sound of rumbling metal friction became more intense, she was already smiling like a spring breeze, looking up at her delicate smiling face.
Looking up at the sky, lowering his eyes, whispering.
"For a person who I have never met and who has never treated me with any courtesy, I don't need to be polite. Besides, are you a human being? The old man of the Edwards family I know is already lying in bed.
In the coffin. If such a person can be regarded as a human being, he is just a dead person. Therefore, it is reasonable and reasonable for me to use "old thing" instead of the original title. It is better than 'dead Mr. Edwards', etc.
You should be more polite when calling me!"
After saying that, she suddenly raised her eyes and raised her eyebrows sharply.
There is provocation between his eyebrows and his eyes.
"Oh--"
The old man who was not angry but smiling, behind the screen, suppressed the heavy pressure in his heart, laughed hoarsely, and said in a cold and slightly bewitching voice: "Cynthia, are you particularly eager to see me now?
I?"
"I'm not in the habit of seeing ghosts, but I'm just curious about what grievances you have that force you to climb out of the coffin!"
The old man Quan Dang didn't hear Bao Jinghan's venomous words. He only chuckled. The hoarse voice passed through the continuous sound of metal friction again and spread into the empty room: "Come on, keep moving forward.
Come on, I've prepared a banquet and am waiting for you. Cynthia, you'd better stay alive and don't let me down too much!"
The voice has not yet died down.
It seemed to be mixed with some heavy breathing and a sinister smile.
echoed above Bo Jinghan's head.
But she didn't have time to think or refute.
Just hear "Boom--" a loud sound passed by my ears.
Accompanied by the sharp sound of metal friction, it gradually stopped.
The room that was originally empty and surrounded by mirrored walls suddenly found a dance floor in the middle of the ground. The beam of light above her head that was originally shining on her also went out at that moment, and then hung in the center of the room.
The crystal lamp in the room suddenly lit up, illuminating the entire room as if it were daytime.
The dazzling light made Bo Jinghan instinctively close his eyes, but at this moment, a jazz dance music suddenly played in the quiet room...
