Soul Chuan Ke Xue: I call gin and wine my wife

The shade of the mansion—

Two crossed chains pressed against the old wooden board, and two adult men had to pull together to lift the lid.

Belmode covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and although he looked disgusted, he still walked into the basement along the exposed steps.

There was a musty and damp smell in the empty basement. Even though there was a transom window, it still couldn't get rid of the rotten smell in the room.

A chain hung from above, lifting the silver-haired man's hand.

Maintaining such movements for a long time was exhausting enough, but the man just closed his eyes, and there was no expression of unbearable pain on his face.

Belmod touched his cheek with a black-gloved hand, and said with a smile: "Oh! Gin, I didn't expect that you would be reduced to this after not seeing each other for a few days?"

"What? Your little lover doesn't come to see you?"

Gin opened his eyes.

The dark green pupils were as deep as the still water of a deep pool, but a few red bloodshot streaks spread in the whites of the eyes, and the eye sockets were extremely red.

Like a demon that just crawled out of hell.

Belmode was shocked.

After a few seconds, she returned to normal, her delicate red lips raised at an upward angle.

"As long as you are willing to bow to me, I will intercede with that gentleman on your behalf, how about that?"

The woman's fingers kneaded Gin's face through her gloves, and finally slowly moved down his neck, reaching the scar on his chest that had been beaten to pieces, and pressed hard.

As expected, she heard Gin groan.

According to the man's temperament, he would probably tell her to get out of here.

But even after being slighted like this, Gin still didn't speak, but his eyes were lowered, as if he wanted to hide something.

Belmode was suspicious, raised his hand to open his eyelids, and saw those unfocused pupils.

His eyes were distracted and it was difficult to concentrate, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his head, as if he was suffering from pain.

She was slightly surprised and let go of her hand.

"I didn't expect that they would use this method to deal with you... Sometimes, I really feel worthless for you."

Belmod glanced at the skylight high on the wall.

As the sun sets, there is almost no light outside. The incandescent lights in the basement flickered on and off, making people feel even worse.

"Originally I just wanted to see your joke, but now it seems that the person who becomes the joke might be me instead."

Belmode reached out and patted his cheek to keep him awake.

"Lancer is already here. With his fearless and vengeful character, he should fish you out soon. Just be patient a little longer!"

After saying this, Belmode did not look at the man's face again, stuffed something in his hand into his clothes, and left with the two men.

Gin closed his eyes again, and what Belmode had just said echoed in his confused but dull mind.

He listened to it over and over again, and finally curled up his lips after barely understanding the sentence composed of these words.

On the other side, Lancer never saw anyone else in the mansion after being taken to a room for rest.

Vodka was originally taken to his own guest room, but later he sneaked over and asked him what he should do next.

"It looks like I won't be able to see Gin today."

If what the old man said is true, Gin is still suffering in some dark room.

So, Lancer sent vodka to the mansion to find out some information and came back.

He felt very tired after taking the trial antidote for Drug A, so he fell down on the big bed in the room and slept straight into the night.

"Dong dong!"

With two knocks on the door, Lancer opened his eyes and sat up from the bed suddenly.

Only the housekeeper's deep voice sounded outside the door.

"Master Lancer, it's dinner time. Please go to the restaurant to eat."

The half-closed curtains blocked the scenery outside. Lancer saw the starry night sky through the gaps between the curtains, and pressed his forehead with his hand.

The non-stop running around was so tiring that he actually slept until now.

After the housekeeper called him tentatively a few more times, the door to the room was finally opened by Lancer from inside.

The housekeeper seemed to be slightly frightened, but he quickly stood up straight again with his face as normal.

Lancer put Gin's windbreaker on his body, his slender and tall figure barely holding up the shoulder width of the windbreaker, and his peaceful appearance became somewhat sharp.

[System: I always feel like there’s a bit of pretentiousness...]

Lancer's eyelids twitched and he said calmly: "Lead the way."

The butler nodded slightly to him, and then led him to the restaurant.

The mansion is so grand and huge, so the size of the restaurant is naturally more than ten times larger than that of ordinary people's homes.

After walking through the corridor of the mansion, the housekeeper stopped in front of a double door carved with European patterns, and then pushed the door open for Lancer himself.

Everyone in the restaurant who was enjoying the food turned their attention to the door.

When they saw Lancer, they all had the same confused expressions on their faces.

Some people frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "Who are you? No one can enter the restaurant here!"

Lancer sneered, "Brainless idiot!"

"What did you say?!"

"Don't you know the butler next to me? If I am not qualified to serve, will he bring me to the restaurant?"

These guys who were not easy to mess with immediately understood: "You are also from our family? But why have we never seen you?"

As Lancer walked into the restaurant, he chuckled and said, "You are so noble, how forgetful you are! Did you forget all about your 'care' for me so quickly?"

He crossed the empty seat at the dining table, walked behind those people, and sat directly at the main seat of the extra-long dining table.

Those people's expressions changed immediately.

"Are you crazy?! Do you know whose position this is-"

"boom!"

Before the middle-aged man who stood up could finish speaking, he was shot in the shoulder by the gun that Lancer suddenly held in his hand. He overturned the chair and fell heavily to the ground.

The silver-haired man raised his index finger to his lips with his free left hand, signaling for silence.

His thin, light-colored lips were slightly raised, and he looked harmless, but his smile could send chills all over.

"I don't care whose position this is, it's not the first time I've done this. If that gentleman wants to trouble me, I welcome it."

"After all, I really want to know - who are the guys who used despicable and despicable methods to push Gin to the forefront?"

The guns were pointed at each other, and everyone looked at him timidly.

It's like looking at a hopeless lunatic.