I rely on my face to pretend to be poor in the world of infinite flow

In the dark room, the owner of the castle and the man in his arms seemed to have their own light source, and the two similar faces made everyone speechless.

The owner of the castle hugged the young man who didn't know whether he was sleeping or dead. In the darkness, the originally smiling face was gentle and reserved. Although the corners of the lips were raised high, the smile was shining brightly, and the cool maroon eyes were not blinking for a moment. Looking directly at everyone, it gives people an extremely gloomy and almost magnificent danger.

Xie Sha also stared at the person in the arms of the owner of the castle without blinking. Even in the hazy darkness, he could clearly recognize that the young man with snow-haired and beautiful face was his alchemist.

Did the alchemist follow him into the mirror this time?

For this person, Xie Sha will definitely not leave it alone.

"My God, what is this?" The other four guests suddenly exclaimed.

Xie Sha quickly glanced back with the guests beside him, and found a translucent person standing in the corridor behind him, no, to be precise, it was a translucent ghost.

This ghost is exactly the one Xie Sha saw last night from the corner of his eye.

Pale skin and pale clothes that can't be seen clearly, even the hair is pale, only the eyeballs of the godless are gray, like a paper man or sculpture.

However, the paper sculpture slowly turned its head as everyone exclaimed, its dull gray eyes looking in this direction.

Except for the owner of the castle in the room who shook his shoulders slightly and let out a delighted smile, the faces of the others were all ugly.

Anyone who sees that pale thing will understand at first sight that this is that ghost!

"Ghost, the ghost is here, run!"

The first person who screamed and screamed failed to run away. After he uttered the first sound, the ghost blocking the corridor suddenly moved, as if flashing into the crowd quickly, with a thin translucent fiber The thin fingers were like blades, cutting off the guest's neck and trachea in an instant, and blood was poured out like a fountain.

The rest of the people were stunned, their faces covered in blood, their eyes wide open and motionless.

After a while, they finally came back to their senses, screaming incoherently and running away like frantically fleeing for their lives.

The room was not big, and the direction where the ghost killed was not far from the bed. Blood was also sprayed on the owner of the castle who was holding the alchemist.

Xie Sha saw that the other party's rosy lips were slightly parted, and he lifted his delicate chin, allowing blood to fall on his lips, and some spilled on his jade-like face.

The man let out a very light and long sigh, savoring the taste of blood, wiped off the blood on his face with the white handkerchief decorated on the chest of the smoky blue suit, and threw the blood-stained white handkerchief aside.

The lips that drank the blood became even redder, but the curvature of the corners of the lips slowly retracted, showing a dull and dull look.

The cool chestnut pupils were also narrowed slightly, and the chestnut pupils were red and black. He looked at Xie Sha at the door absently, and whispered in an extravagant and low voice: "Well, the banquet has officially started, let's have a taste together. ?"

Xie Sha's eyes fell on the alchemist in his arms again, and a line of blood was sprayed on the other's white alchemist uniform, but the sleeping face was peaceful and peaceful, not alienated like the owner of the castle.

The owner of the castle suddenly laughed, laughed very lowly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a voice of restrained laughter: "This person is no good, he cannot be transformed."

He slowly raised his hand, raised his head and moved his neck, brushed his long hair tied behind his head with a blue belt, and looked at Xie Sha innocently and curiously: "Well, aren't you running away?"

The pale sculpture-like ghost, without any ferocious appearance, was in a state of no spirit and soul. At this moment, it opened its mouth to reveal two sharp fangs, biting the neck of the guest it killed, sucking blood.

When the owner of the castle reminded Xie Cha, the ghost had already finished sucking the blood of the dead guest, and slowly turned towards Xie Cha.

Xie Sha didn't run away, but drew out the long sword at his waist, and slashed at the ghost.

The ghost's head fell to the ground without any trace of blood gushing out.

But, soon, a new head grew out of the ghost's corpse.

And the blood-stained head slowly grew another body, splitting into two identical ghosts.

At the same time, the corpse of the guest who was killed by the ghost on the ground and sucked blood suddenly opened his eyes, stood up like a ghost, opened his mouth, exposed his fangs and bit the neck of the new ghost that was extending from the ghost's head. , like sucking blood.

Within a few breaths, two ghosts were born, and the three ghosts looked towards Xie Sha together.

Xie Cha's sword slashed again, controlling them so that they would not split.

The three ghosts were bruised and bruised, but they didn't bleed. At most, they just staggered and fell to the ground. They quickly got up again and walked slowly towards Xie Sha.

"Well, it's just that this can't kill them." The owner of the ancient castle was still sitting by the bed, holding the sleeping alchemist in one hand, propping his side face with the other hand, tilting his head and looking at Xie Sha, blinking, with a smile on his lips. With a faint smile, he said lightly, "Be careful, there will be more in the future."

Xie Sha turned his head, and on the other side of the corridor, the male and female housekeepers and six servants came towards him together. Everyone's face was pale, showing sharp fangs, and their eyes were bloodthirsty and frenzied.

Xie Sha looked at the alchemist in the arms of the owner of the castle again. Before being flanked by eleven ghosts, he had to retreat outwards to find a wide field of vision.

This Rose Castle is certainly dangerous. At the beginning, everyone thought that it would be safe until the seventh night. No one expected that such a ferocious and cruel side would be revealed on the third night.

Is there really any secret to longevity in such a place?

"Of course there is."

As if knowing what Xie Cha was thinking, the owner of the castle walked out with the sleeping alchemist in his arms, sat on the railing of the garden, and watched Xie Cha who was constantly fighting with eleven corpses in the Night Rose Garden.

His eyes casually fell on the old castle behind him, and he exchanged a glance with the other three guests who were trying their best to hide him from a distance, and then he looked back at Xie Cha, and gently blew his bangs with a contemptuous look.

The extravagant voice was a little boring: "Why resist? Didn't you come here to find the secret of immortality? Now, the secret is in front of you. Didn't you say it? It will satisfy the wishes of the guests."

The man showed a bright smile, only took a few breaths, he raised his chin, his slender white neck, his Adam's apple moved slightly, condescending.

Looking at Xie Sha holding the sword to block the ghost's sharp claws with gentle eyes, his voice was full of smiles, innocent and arrogant childish tone: "Just like the previous guests, it's not that they disappeared or died, but It is to become like the other people in the castle, an existence that is immortal. You are the same, as long as you are bitten, the whole world will be different soon."

The words of the owner of the castle made everyone look surprised.

Not only Xie Sha, but also the other three guests who hid themselves when Xie Sha was fighting against eleven ghosts, and wanted to take the opportunity to search the secrets of the castle.

They all heard the words of the castle master.

Can you live forever if you get bitten?

The state of the ghost is frightening, but the state of the other people in the castle, especially the owner of the castle, is very natural, and it doesn't make people think of a monster.

Even the ten ghosts who fought against Xie Sha didn't look scary or hideous, just filled with a frightening and unkillable power.

As if bewitched, one guest stood up from his hiding place, but was quickly pulled back by the other two guests.

The owner of the castle didn't care. He parted his lips slightly, with a relaxed and proud expression, as if he didn't care about their decision, confident that no one could resist the temptation, and had no suspense about the ending.

He just looked at Xie Sha.

"How? Do you want to stay with me?"

Xie Sha forced the ghosts back again, and before they made a comeback, he looked at the owner of the castle: "The person in your arms is mine, why is he here? What do you mean he can't be transformed?"

The owner of the castle looked down at the sleeping alchemist, as if he couldn't help laughing, but he suppressed his innocent and calm face, raised his fingers and supported his forehead, as if he was thinking about how to answer.

He looked at Xie Sha with an innocent and uninterested look: "Because it has already been transformed."

He pointed at himself, the corners of his lips slowly raised, his maroon eyes showed a bright and bewitching smile, he looked at Xie Sha for a moment, and his extravagant voice couldn't hide the smile: "Isn't I the result of transformation? "

"Nonsense!" Xie Sha said, Qing Juan's face showed no emotion or wavering.

The owner of the castle didn't care about his stubbornness, and just smiled lightly: "Don't worry, it's only the third night, there's still time to take your time."

He lazily stood up, walked towards the castle with the alchemist in his arms, suddenly paused, and looked back lazily at Xie Sha, who still didn't forget to go this way when he was fighting with the ghost who had made a comeback.

Xie Sha: "Stop! Put him down!"

Of course the owner of the castle wouldn't, but he looked back at Xie Cha casually, raised his eyebrows and said something: "It seems that you can't remember. Well, give me a little reminder, I am Yaozu, Tan Yaozu."

Xie Sha's black eyes were quiet, and he watched the other party go away without blinking, and disappeared into the depths of the castle.

How could it be possible, the owner of this ancient castle has the same name as the alchemist's real name.

And that sentence, what does it mean that he is the result of the transformation of an alchemist?

After a night of fighting, even Xie Sha's forehead was dripping with sweat, wet his brows, his face was expressionless, and his fingers that swung the sword were not even a little unstable.

Until dawn broke in the east, as if a light came from the room of the ancient castle, Xie Sha woke up in Jing Dynasty's bed in the next moment.

Another dream.

More and more ferocious and terrifying dreams.

Xie Sha felt the weight of the arm swinging the sword, as if even the heartbeat in his chest was the same as in a dream.

Then, he remembered something and got up immediately.

There were no dead bones on the bed from last night before going to bed.

The expression on Xie Sha's face was slightly blank, and his black pupils trembled unsteadily.

"Why? Why is this happening? Where is the star? Where did the star go?"

Again, once he entered Rose Castle at night, Xie Cha seemed to become another person. Xie Cha at night was more calm and indifferent, and he would forget Xingzhi and his true love from the bottom of his heart.

However, as long as he wakes up in the Jing Dynasty, the young His Majesty will never forget his star.

However, the star is gone.

Even the dry bones from last night were gone.

Was Xingzhi brought into the rose castle by him?Is the mysterious and dangerous owner of the castle in the dream what Xingzhi looks like in another world?

Just like myself, her temperament will change drastically, she will become another look, and just like herself, she will forget her feelings for him.

However, why did Xingzhi call himself Yaozu in Rose Castle?

And the alchemist, why did the alchemist also appear in Rose Castle, motionless like a corpse?

All doubts seem to be answered only by alchemists.

Xie Cha got out of bed, finished grooming as quickly as possible, and immediately walked to the fairy pavilion where the national teacher practiced.

Xiange does not have a national teacher.

"Did your majesty remember wrongly? There is no national teacher in this dynasty. His majesty once said that he would wait for the return of Lord Xingzhi before establishing it."

Xie Sha's black pupils shrank suddenly, and he said softly, "What did you say?"

The practicing alchemists bowed their heads respectfully: "My condolences, Your Majesty, it has been three days since Lord Star passed away."

Xie Sha didn't move, and suddenly pushed them away, and went straight into the fairy pavilion.

Xiange is the capital garden built by the royal family of the Jing Dynasty for the alchemists, and it is a clean place independent of the Qin Tianjian.

In the fairy pavilion, there is a piece of plain.

Inside the red sandalwood coffin, lay a person.

Xie Sha pushed aside the heavy obstacles, lifted the lid of the coffin, and saw the person in the coffin.

A piece of dry bones, barely humanoid.

Just like what he saw last night, Xingzhi died in front of him.

Xie Shaqingjun's face was stubborn and emotionless, but his dark pupils were trembling.

Ah, he remembered.

The alchemist who left him ten years ago was 34 years old, but the national teacher he saw ten years later was still the same as before, with only black hair and white hair.

He looked at that person yesterday without a trace of doubt.

His alchemist is Xingzhi, and when his alchemist dies, Xingzhi is dead.

Why would you forget?

Because, unable to bear such a fact, waiting for ten years is such a hastily lost ending.

So he forgot, and only remembered that his star was back, but he didn't remember that the dead alchemist was his star.

"Impossible, he must still be there, he will not leave me."

That mirror, that mirror was brought to him by Xing Zhi after he returned and before he died.

Xingzhi said: "Everything His Majesty wants to know can be found here."

Sure enough, do you want to go back to that terrible Rose Castle again?

Yes, Xie Sha remembered, he left his alchemist in that dangerous castle.

Because of this, the reality of the Jing Dynasty was changed again, and everyone once again remembered that the alchemist had died.

As long as he brings Xingzhi back from the mirror, everything can go back to the past, and Xingzhi will be resurrected again to be with him.

Xie Sha stroked the dry bones in the coffin with his fingers, his brows and eyes with dark circles were soft: "Please wait a little longer, I will definitely bring you back."

No matter how terrifying that rose castle is, it will bring that person back again.

The only uncontrollable factor is Xie Sha himself. Every time he enters Rose Castle, he will become indifferent and firmly believe that he does not have a true love named Xingzhi.

But there is one thing that Xie Cha in the Rose Castle has not forgotten. He still remembers that the alchemist is the star, and he remembers to bring back his alchemist.

He just forgot that he loved his alchemist deeply.

In that dangerous castle, people seem to become strange and forget the most important feelings in their lives.

The same goes for the owner of Rose Castle. He still remembers Yaozu's name, but he doesn't admit that he is Xingzhi, and he doesn't remember his feelings for him.

But it doesn't matter, as long as you return to Jing Dynasty, everything will change again.

Just after waking up, Xie Sha was already looking forward to the arrival of night.

However, rumors are swirling again in the palace.

"He died again last night, and this time the entire bodyguard team on duty is dead."

"More than a dozen people, none of them survived, and some were cut in half."

"The blood soaked the imperial path, it's terrible."

"These are all Ouchi's masters, the opponent must not be a human, it must be a monster!"

"I heard that there are bite marks on the neck, and some blood has been lost."

"There are new developments in Dali Temple. Last night, a court lady bumped into the scene, as if she saw the murderer."

"Really? Who the hell?"

"He's handsome, he's dark and scared, he can't see his face clearly, but he's a man!"

"Why doesn't Dali Temple arrest people?"

"Because halfway through the statement, the witness went crazy and suddenly yelled and knelt down begging for mercy and passed out. The interrogation cannot continue."

"Then what should we do? People will definitely die tonight, right?"

"It seems to be yes, the vigilance has been strengthened, and I hope His Majesty will be fine."

"That evildoer can't be so bold! Who is it?"

"Remember that alchemist?"

"The one who suddenly came back after ten years away?"

"Yes, to be disrespectful, the matter started when the lord suddenly returned to the country. In the future, he died suddenly before he could face the saint. Maybe he was obsessed. He must want to find the saint, so he kept appearing near the palace. It is also the soul of a cultivator, think about how terrifying it is."

"If it was really that lord, I heard that he died tragically at the post house while waiting for the Holy Spirit, who killed him? If that lord is alive in heaven, shouldn't he avenge himself? "

"That's right."

"I hope Dali Temple will find the murderer soon."

"I hope no one will die tonight...don't die too many people..."

……

It was getting dark soon.

Although Rose Castle has torn away its gentleness on the surface and turned into a hideous and terrifying place, Xie Cha has a reason to go back.

His most important treasure was left there.

Before going in, Xie Sha wrote on his arm in an indelible color: Bring Xingzhi back, he is very important to me.

If he entered Rose Castle again and his memory was tampered with again, as long as he saw this line of words, he would understand his determination and know what to do.

This is the fourth day of Rose Castle.

This time, Xie Sha still appeared outside the gate of Rose Castle.

He took the initiative to open the door.

The garden was secluded, without a single light, and the only source of light was within the building of the castle.

This time, there was no butler and the servant on his body to open the door and greet him.

Xie Sha took the initiative to walk into the castle, and walked along the main road to the buildings of the castle.

Standing at the door, there seemed to be a dead silence inside, without a sound.

Xie Sha didn't push the door open immediately, but thought for a while.

He thought a lot.

Such as the sword at the waist, such as the possible dangers and countermeasures, such as why I came back here again.

Naturally, he also saw the handwriting on his arm before he came in.

The young His Majesty's clear face was calm, and his dark pupils were extremely indifferent.

How stupid, he thought.

At night, he was more rational and sober than ever, and he naturally thought of all the clues.

There is a problem with Rose Castle. The owner of the castle and the alchemist not only look alike, but also have a name called Yaozu.

Whether it was the alchemists seen in the Jing Dynasty or the alchemists seen in Rose Castle, they were all the same as the alchemists ten years ago. This is obviously a huge loophole.

Now that I think about it, this was an obvious pitfall.

The owner of the castle pretended to be an alchemist, and gave himself the key to Rose Castle—the mirror, and lured him here intentionally or unintentionally.

"Do you want to turn me into a vampire too?" Xie Cha said softly.

Such a method of longevity is terrifying.

Xie Sha looked at the message left on his arm again: Bring Xingzhi back, he is very important to me.

The one who left the message was very determined, the traces of cinnabar were carved into the flesh and blood, even if it was washed off, it would still leave traces.

If he brought the mirror to himself in the first place, it would be the conspiracy of Rose Castle. Obviously, the real alchemist never appeared from the beginning.

"Who is the person you want to bring back? Since it is the star, it must be the sleeping alchemist."

After Xie Cha of the Jing Dynasty remembered everything, Xie Cha of Rose Castle also agreed with one point: there is something wrong with his current state, and he seems to have forgotten something important.Emotional indifference is abnormal.

In fact, if King Jing didn't leave such handwriting, what Xie Sha wanted to bring back was the owner of Rose Castle.

After all, he still has many questions to ask him.

Why did he give himself that mirror, what exactly is Rose Castle, why did he say that there were all the secrets he wanted to know?

And, the biggest doubt at the moment is why Jing Dynasty no longer has alchemists and beloved young people, why are there still tragedies happening in the court?Who is the murderer?

After sorting out all his thoughts, Xie Sha pushed open the door in front of him.

The hall of the castle was brightly lit.

Housekeepers and butlers played melodic music on strange instruments.

The three guests sat quietly and solemnly on the sofa, their faces forced to be calm. They didn't know if there was the same reason as Xie Sha that they had to come back, or they themselves couldn't refuse the mysterious invitation to come here at night.

But looking at the three people who were tense but barely calm, it seemed that it was the former.

Sure enough, the temptation of immortality, even with the threat of death, is irresistible.

However, Xie Sha noticed that after last night, the number of guests decreased by one more.

The owner of the castle was sitting in front of a piano. When Xie Sha walked in, he was playing a piece of music with a mysterious and charming rhythm with a gentle and harmless smile.

The music is getting better and better, with the frantic jumping of the fingers, there is a crazy and wanton rhythm, as if a group of vampires will appear at any time, nervously biting the necks of the residents, dancing carnivally in killing and eating.

At this time, the music stopped abruptly, at the most frantic moment of the music.

clap clap clap!

Tonight, the owner of the castle was wearing a pure black suit. The snow-white shirt made the black and white of his body distinct, and the corners of his raised lips became more rosy like roses.

The finger wearing the sapphire ring lightly touched his lips, Tan Yaozu looked at the last guest who came late, raised his chin slightly, and said with a smile: "Welcome everyone to Rose Castle, I hope tonight's The arrangement is to your satisfaction."

"Live forever, I want to live forever." A customer stood up abruptly, took two steps, trembling all over but trying to keep himself calm.

He looked very haggard, as if he was suffering from illness, his eyes widened nervously: "Excuse me, what price should I pay to make me live forever?"

Tan Yaozu was still smiling, pursed his smiling lips, raised his chin and tilted his head to look at people, a little contemptuous and boring.

"Well, I can't wait."

There was fear of death in the haggard guest's eyes, and tears overflowed: "Please, choose me tonight, I don't know if I can survive tomorrow."

The housekeeper signaled to the maid who came in with a drink made of red pomegranate juice, and served it to the guests one by one. Hearing this, she couldn't help frowning, but still kept an elegant smile on her face.

"Since this is your request, please follow me."

The guest gratefully followed the housekeeper and left without the fear of last night, perhaps because imminent death is more terrifying than ghosts.

This time, the other two guests didn't stop him again, but their expressions were a little bad, as if they were still struggling and wavering.

Xie Sha stood not far away, closer to the place where Tan Yaozu played the piano, neither sat down nor sat with the other two guests.

Most importantly, that location is closer to the corridor, and it is the fastest way to reach the room where the alchemist's body was placed last night.

"Why, can you only convert one person a day?"

Xie Sha's provocative and sudden opening caught everyone off guard.

His tone was indifferent, and his clear face was so rational that he had no emotion, but it still made people hear the meaning of sarcasm.

Tan Yaozu raised his eyes, as if surprised but as if he was holding back a smile, looking at him with a hint of indulgence and fun in his eyes.

The butler was a little unhappy, but he suppressed it and said politely: "What does the guest mean?"

There was no obvious expression on Xie Sha's face, and his dark eyes were firm: "How did you arrange the order? Why was that person just now able to be in the front if he wanted to?"

Tan Yaozu suppressed the curve of his lower lip, and looked at him innocently and innocently: "Does the guest mean to be in the front row? Why? Everyone's previous behavior was not like this."

Xie Sha looked at him calmly: "Before it was before. I suddenly figured it out. If you accept the transformation earlier, it seems that the power you get will be stronger. For example, you seem to be much more advanced than these people. I'm here I don't want to have the same identity as ordinary people, but more advanced roles can satisfy me."

Xie Sha's sudden speech stunned the other two guests who were still struggling.

It turns out that it is no longer life or death, but stronger power and higher existence. Is this a dispute from the perspective of evolution?

Before, I hid one by one to avoid becoming the next one, because the previous guest took the initiative to be transformed, thinking of the two guests who could last one night, I suddenly became anxious.

No one wants to be inferior to others, and pay the same price to become a low-level servant. If it can be more advanced and powerful, who wouldn't want it?

But the point is, is this person telling the truth?Does the transformation order really have anything to do with power?

Tan Yaozu looked at Xie Cha innocently, and blinked his maroon eyes: "You are right..."

His words made the butler and the other servants who were still here read it together.

The two guests stood up immediately, staring at them eagerly.

Tan Yaozu raised his head slightly, his Adam's apple on his snow-white neck twitched, and his maroon eyes looked at Xie Cha for a moment: "...The order of transformation is of course very important. Among the blood clans, the tradition of ranking seniority according to seniority is no better than yours. Human beings are poor, and the higher the generation, the stronger the ability. Of course, it is also important to be transformed by whom."

Xie Sha said calmly, "Is it only one transformation a day?"

Tan Yaozu smiled again, the smile in his eyes seemed to know what kind of tricks he was playing, raised his eyebrows contemptuously, but connived: "Yes, there can only be one."

Xie Sha's dark eyes looked at him without blinking: "The person with the highest status here is you, if you come to transform me, what conditions do you need?"

Qin Yaozu smiled and pursed his lips, his maroon eyes were gentle and a little arrogant: "The correct answer is that a solemn ceremony is required, preferably on the seventh night, with many blood sacrifices, but...for you, I can make an exception, Anytime, as long as you think it's okay, I can transform immediately."

There was a vague smile in those maroon eyes, and it was hard to tell whether it was genuine warmth, dangerous tenderness, or a contemptuous and perfunctory affectionate joke.

Just like this person, the ubiquitous alienation.

After his words, the other two guests rushed to stand up, desperately telling their own value and the price they could pay, hoping to be personally transformed by the owner of the castle.

Xie Sha looked into those maroon eyes, didn't hear any sound, just watched.

"The seventh day." Xie Sha said.

Tan Yaozu was on the spot, smiling vaguely and nodding to him.

Xie Sha stared at those eyes, wanting to see a trace of truth from them, to confirm his bottom line: "Before then, I will take my alchemist away."

"Yes." Tan Yaozu remained motionless, still staying where he was, slightly lifting his chin, his face was mild and gentle, his brows and eyelashes were drooping to cover the coolness in his eyes, and his extravagant voice was like a whisper.

Xie Sha looked at him, making sure that the man would not suddenly repent, and walked towards the corridor.

Before he turned his head, his gaze was fixed on Tan Yaozu.

Tan Yaozu just sat there with a patient look, as if he was looking forward to the near future, without any instability, showing that he would suddenly make dangerous moves.

It wasn't until his sight was interrupted by the wall of the corridor that Xie Sha turned his head and walked quickly towards the room.

The door was unlocked as it was last night, and Xie Sha opened it with a light twist.

The snow-haired and beautiful alchemist was still sleeping on the bed, motionless.

Xie Sha walked over, stroking the other party's flawless face with his fingers, it was soft but without the slightest warmth.

When he hugged this person, those closed eyes, the slender and beautiful eyelashes suddenly moved.

"Xing Zhi." Xie Sha's voice subconsciously softened, calling the words he had chosen for the alchemist.

Under Xie Sha's gaze, those eyes opened slowly, as if waking up from a long dream.

Even in the night, the water-blue eyes can see the clear and gentle water color.

He looked at Xie Sha, said a word softly, and then fell into a deep sleep again.

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