Scumbag bosses have become paranoid villains

Probation progress: 3

When Yu Ge woke up, he could only feel the continuous and difficult pain coming from the depths of his brain.

She propped up her upper body, which was sore and limp due to the high heat, just in time to see the curved top of the head decorated with wine red velvet, echoing the rubies embedded in the gold and silver bases on the surrounding bedposts. .seven

Decorating the furniture with rare and extravagant jewelry ivory or outlining complicated and gorgeous patterns with gold and silver threads is a very typical decoration style in the blood castle.

"Host, the venom of the attacking target should directly act on the nervous system. Although I can neutralize most of it for you, there will still be some sequelae." The system dutifully began to ask, "How do you feel now?"

"……fine."

Yu Ge lay back on the pillow wrapped in silk brocade, and tapped his forehead heavily with his knuckles a few times.

"It doesn't affect normal thinking, but my mind is groggy, a bit like the feeling of just getting drunk."

444 was silent for a few seconds. After detecting that the host's physical indicators were not too abnormal, he continued to discuss the task content with her.

"Host, I think the target of the attack seems to have deep feelings for you," it said, "Why do you still have to put on a posture of wanting to die, isn't it more convenient for you to influence you if you are loving and loving?" ?”

Yu Ge poked the soft bald head of the system in his mind, "Let me ask you, if a person who failed to seek death, insisted on staying alive for eight full years, and deliberately revisited his hometown, what do you think would be the general reason?" ?”

444 struggled to break away from her sinful hand, "That's because I'm afraid of death or I don't want to die yet."

"No, human beings are born to cherish life very much. If it is not a last resort, they will never take any risks with their lives. Most people have complained sincerely that they don't want to live anymore, but how many people actually practice it? ?”

The young host drank a glass of ice water and coughed twice.

"As long as a person can really commit self-destructive behaviors that go against instinct, even if it's just impulsive or can't think about it, then he must have desperate courage and unswerving determination." She said lightly, "Death seekers often suffer Struggles and pains that ordinary people cannot imagine, so this will will not be easily changed, nor will it be shaken just because of a failed attempt."

She re-read the script that she performed herself, to clean up her personal emotions, and to guess the change of the character's mentality from the perspective of a bystander.

"I think... such a person will live in mediocrity for so many years, probably because they are waiting for an opportunity."

The system asked in bewilderment: "...What is the opportunity?"

"There are many kinds," Yu Ge limped to the ground, "such as wanting to see someone for the last time, accomplish something, return to a certain place, make up for regrets, repay debts, or...need to get a promise , in order to walk steadily.”

"It's so complicated." The system yawned. "Host, I understand. Now you have to use the character set that is dedicated to death, but if this continues, how can you love each other with the target?"

"Farewell, I'm actually unlikely to fall in love with the lord."

She changed into a men's shirt and leggings embroidered with ruffles, with a subtle look on her face that could not be described in words.

"4, you still don't have a thorough understanding of the script," the host said earnestly, "This old immortal really has a clear distinction between love and hate, but the way she engages in objects... can only be described as contrary to human nature."

444: ...

This is true, but...

The target of the Raiders is not a human being! ! !

……

Yu Ge supported the brightly painted wall and moved to the door one step at a time. As soon as he opened the door, he was pressed against his chest by a cold long sword.

The man holding the sword behind his back is a male blood race, with a burly figure and good appearance, but unfortunately, half of his face is covered with uneven flesh-colored bruises. The scars are quite large and spread all the way to the collar. It should be serious burn.

This is one of the most loyal confidantes of the blood lord, Barron, the chief guard in the castle.

With a coffin face, the head guard sent the tip of the sword a few centimeters away, and directly touched the opponent's heart.

"Miss Yu Ge, please back away." He said, "The lord asks you to rest in the bedroom."

He maintained this extremely threatening posture for several seconds before he saw the young human with an oriental face raised his head quietly.

The expression on that face was the same as it was eight years ago, still indifferent and alienated, and no waves could be seen in the dark eyes, as if everything that happened around her had nothing to do with her.

...but obviously it shouldn't be.

This woman is a traitor among all the blood races in Carrollville City, the chief culprit who brought disaster to the manor eight years ago, and the minion and mouthpiece of the Human Holy See.

Across the distance of a long sword, he could clearly smell the rich fragrance of flowers lingering in his nose, which was the sweet and tempting smell of the other party's blood.

... Is she using this taste to confuse the lord?

Before Barron could sarcastically speak, Yu Ge raised his finger and flicked the tip of his sword lightly with a very contemptuous attitude.

"Chief guard," she asked calmly, "won't you kill me?"

The slight tremors from the tip of the sword spread all the way along the hilt to the palm of the hand, the male vampire forcibly suppressed the roiling anger in his heart, and almost heard the sound of his own sharp teeth grinding.

"Do not."

He put away his sword with a swish, and sneered at this provocative question.

"I do hate you," he said, "but I am different from you. Compared with my loyalty to the lord, my personal feelings are not worth mentioning at all."

Yu Ge lowered his eyes and sighed softly. There seemed to be some kind of strange regret mixed in that sigh, and it seemed to be a little peaceful as expected.

"Oh, that's fine."

She turned her head and set her gaze on the human skeleton in the corridor that was purely for decoration, without any intention of turning around and going back to the room.

"Chief Guard," she asked rashly, "you were a human before, right?"

Barron frowned.

"So what?" He said gruffly, "That was all hundreds of years ago."

With a pale face, Yu Ge leaned his slightly arched back against the door frame due to discomfort, but his calm eyes still stubbornly lingered on the pale and complete skeleton at the corner of the stairs, as if in a Through those dark and hollow eye sockets, mourning for a lost soul in the long river of time.

She said in a very gentle and ordinary tone: "Then you must have attended many funerals."

The head guard was startled suddenly, and he couldn't help but clenched the hilt of his sword tightly.

The hierarchy in the castle is strict, and those who are lucky enough to serve the lord are mostly pure-blooded blood races from all over the world. Blood races transformed from ordinary humans like him are actually very rare.

Therefore, he has not mentioned this kind of topic related to birth, aging, illness and death with others for many years.

He once quietly stood outside the railing of the church cemetery, squatted under the wings of the statue of the angel of death, and even hid in the luxuriant canopy of the linden tree. As a stranger, he witnessed the death of countless relatives.

His parents who died in the war, his first wife who died of cancer, his gray-haired little sister, his little grandson who contracted the plague before he was full-term...

His brother, who was struggling all his life, even bought a cemetery for the elder brother who had been away for a long time before he died, hoping that the family would be reunited in heaven after death.

He once bid farewell to all his ties in the world, and hated the fragility and impermanence of human life.

Even though he is already a monster who feeds on blood and kills for pleasure, the deep pain of saying goodbye to his loved ones forever is still like a curse from a god, always inadvertently turning into an inextinguishable fire, burning him inch by inch That useless heart.

That heart was no longer beating, but there was still human blood inside.

"I respect the loyalty of the blood race."

His long thoughts were interrupted by Yu Ge's light words.

This young oriental woman was caressing a silver chain pocket watch with her fingers, pressing it open and closing it occasionally, making the buttons make crisp clicking sounds from time to time.

She seemed a little sad, a few deep scratches gradually appeared between her brows, and a certain nostalgic and gentle meaning flashed through her eyes, as if it was just an illusion of others.

"But human life and death have always moved me more."

Barron had worked with this woman for several years, and he had never seen such a gentle expression on this human face.

Taking advantage of the height advantage, the blood race glanced down secretly. The pocket watch held in the opponent's hand is a very old style, so simple that there is no decoration. The hands on the dial have silently stopped, permanently frozen in the a moment of meaning.

Embedded in the cover is a miniature photograph that has turned yellow.

It was a brown-haired girl in her early twenties, with delicate features and a calm appearance, smiling shyly and reservedly at the camera.

The chief guard heard his own dry voice, "Is this your... deceased relative?"

"No." Yu Ge shook his head, gently stroking the small portrait with his thumb, "This is my... former best friend."

On a certain afternoon ten years ago, she had just killed two priests for the lord, and was planning to stop by St. Sival's Church, rejecting the Inquisition Team's invitation to cooperate with her.

Both sides of the high steps leading to the back door of the church are covered with lush windmill jasmine, and the light green flower fragrance blows with the summer wind, dispelling the sticky and sour smell of blood and smell on her body.

She had a small accident when she started that day, but she didn't kill her with a knife. One of the pastors leaked urine when he was struggling, and it splashed on her trousers.

But Yu Ge didn't feel sick when he was young.

She knew that when she rushed back to the castle, her gentle and mature mistress would ask her attendants to burn the clothes she wore, and would bring her rich food after she was bathed and clean, and repeat the same before going to bed. kiss her forehead.

That was a gift she deserved.

She's not dirty, she's just doing her duty for her master.

And the human blood flowing over her shoe is the best proof of this loyalty.

"My God, God bless you."

At the end of the stone steps, the brown-haired girl in the wheelchair put the hymn aside and pushed the wheelchair to slide in front of her.

"Are you a wandering traveler?" The girl raised her head, her amber eyes were like flowing sunlight under the sun, "You are hurt."

There was obvious anxiety and worry on her face, and she even leaned forward recklessly, holding Yu Ge's cold, bloody hand.

"I……."

Suddenly covered by the other party's scorching body temperature, Yu Ge subconsciously retracted her hand, and she heard her hoarse and difficult voice sound intermittently.

"I... I'm here to find someone, his name is Dyna Jones."

The man surnamed Jones was the deputy head of the heresy trial team at the time, and had contacted her twice before.

"Oh, then I know." The girl opened the soft handkerchief that had been smoked with essential oils, and took her hand again through a layer of fabric, "Come in with me, that's my dad."

She looked at the expressionless strange girl with a smile on her face.

"My name is Sierra Jones."

Her tender and smooth round fingertips brushed the blood between Yu Ge's fingers, bringing a few faint pains to the numb and sluggish nerves, and the pain spread along the cracked wound to every inch of her blood vessels, In the end, they gathered in her decayed chest, making her experience some extremely rare subtle emotions.

Novelty, bewilderment and a little insignificant and indescribable envy.

Sera, who grew up in a monastery, is passionate about all things beautiful and soft.

Candied grapes sold in the market, cotton pillow covers with exquisite embroidery, leather gloves with cashmere lining, dolls with golden wigs stuck to them, and the colorful and flawless world of bliss in the legends.

She likes to act like a baby with her parents and sisters, but she also takes care of her friends with the most sincere and straightforward care.

The young Yu Ge had never seen such a human being.

Her world is full of darkness, blood, sharp blades, and the master's cold kiss, and Sera's existence is like a weak and faint candle, hot and different, making her unable to help but want to observe and get closer.

With a mixed mind of curiosity and jealousy, as Sera's friend, she received her own Christmas gift for the first time in this small church, and tasted the potato salad made by her mother for the first time. Waffles, it was the first time that I whispered to my peers, and it was the first time I heard the choir's soul-washing chants.

It was as if the condensed blood in his body finally began to flow slowly. For the first time in his life, Yu Ge, who grew up in the blood clan, had a strong identification with his human identity.

Her gratitude and loyalty to her master made her unable to betray the blood clan, but this dabbling and greed for the warmth of the world also made it difficult for her to completely reject the invitation of the trial team.

She respects her master, but she also looks forward to being an ordinary human being, looking forward to the day when she can be open and honest with her close friends, and confide in her long-suppressed fear and grievance deep in her heart.

Until one rainy morning eight years ago.

She made an appointment to learn how to cook red wine with Sera, so she sneaked out of the castle after the master fell asleep and rushed to the back door of the church.

She could no longer wait for this girlish playmate.

In a certain vacant brick crack behind the windmill Jasmine, someone stuffed a small wooden box, inside only a corner of parchment with jagged edges and an ordinary pocket watch.

"Yu,

Sorry, I can't tell you this news in person.

I'm Dyna Jones. Serra had some accidents. We decided to go back to our hometown to hold her funeral. We expect to return to the city in half a month.

Selah...sneaks out at night to look at the stars, and gets her neck bitten off by an out-of-control vampire newborn.

The pocket watch was found from her desk. It is a birthday present prepared in advance for you. It is a pity that it can only be given to you in this way.

Yu, you are my youngest daughter's best friend. Whether you are willing to cooperate with the trial team or not, I guarantee that the door of the Jones family will always be open to you. You are welcome to visit us at any time.

Dyna Jones. "

Yu Ge silently clutched the corner of the paper, and the cold rain soaked the wound on her neck along the tip of her hair.

...That was the imprint that the master left for her before going to sleep, the tooth marks deeply imprinted on her life gate by the blood race.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021010422:09:222021010521:35:22期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦

Thanks to the little angels who cast the landmines: 2 big ki who don’t like to talk; 1 big white mushroom, Zhuge big cat, Shirley, Ah Feifa, and orange outsider who eats melons silently;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 28 bottles of Ruoyun; 10 bottles of icberlin, Mo Jun, Fengyuruge; 2 bottles of Xiao Zhan paste; 1 bottle of Huayu and Sangsang;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!