Escape from the Sly Door [Unlimited Stream]

Shen Mo felt like he had a son, a very big child, but the little earl who was feared by others became clingy to him.

"Brother, hug."

Mo Mo looked at the little earl who was begging for a hug with his arms outstretched, and frowned, "I can't hold you." To be honest, it's not that I can't hold you, it's just that he almost lost his old waist last night.

"Hehe, it's not this hug." The kid laughed again.

Silence is now very sure that the child who laughed in his ear all night and all night is this vicious little devil.

...Little ghost, does your mother know that you are so clingy?

"It's like this." Silaire opened his hands and wrapped them around the young man's slender waist from left to right, and gradually tightened along the middle of the waist until the whole person stuck to it.Silent wearing a silky shirt can easily feel the boy's soft cheeks on the back.

The child also made a comfortable "snurling" sound, just like the contented sound of some small animal nestling in its own nest. The silence is now very certain. The "bride" this guy said is actually There is a sense of dependence on him, a kind of dependence and warmth that cannot be expected from parents, elders and servants.

Mo Mo touched the top of the boy's hair, the tentacles were soft and cool, like the finest silk, especially fragrant. He should be glad that the children here don't have the bad habit of adults rubbing hair oil on their heads.

"Silaire, this is not love." The child seemed to be expressing intimacy with his favorite little friend, but this was not love. Shen Mo felt that he had to make this little boy sober

"Brother, I like you." Charlene Silaire tightened her arms even more, as if she was afraid that the youth would disappear in the next second.

"You just depend on me..."

The person in the embrace raised his head, silently met those stubborn eyes, and the two looked at each other. Charlene Silaire repeated, "Brother, I like you." The tone was extremely firm, and there seemed to be a kind of love in the big eyes. A power to be feared.

Of course, Mo Mo knew what a terrifying scene it would be if a "ghost" became enraged, and he knew right away that he couldn't explain clearly, and he had to find the target and leave as soon as possible.

"Brother, don't you believe me?" After a while, Silaire pouted.

Like a child who wants candy, he lowers his head and raises his head again, opening his eyelids from time to time, looking up at Silence eagerly.

People have thousands of faces, he believes, and so do ghosts, looking at those big eyes.Shen Mo said: "Where are those seven people?" Shen Mo was sure that the seven people must still be in this castle.

The countdown hasn't started yet.

Silaire buried her face in the young man's waist again, as if she didn't want to say anything.

It was rare, as if Silaire didn't want to go to them in silence.

Silence dug people out.

Silaire looked helpless, and there was a look of being helpless with silence on that small face?

"Brother, you can't save them."

At the end, the kid laughed again: "But you can try to beg me."

Silence frowned: "I need to confirm their current situation first."

As if feeling the firm will of the young man, Silaire raised his head and confirmed it again.

"Brother, are you sure you want to watch?"

He is also a person who has seen Senluo Hell, there is nothing to dare, and he nodded silently.

The young master shrugged, "Okay."

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Into the cellar, across a long slab of rock, dark and damp all around.

"Squeak." A dirty creature in the darkness made strange noises.

"Brother, be careful." Silaire took Shen Mo's hand, and a huge mouse passed by Mo Mo's toes, screaming and crawling into the gap in the wall.

Charlene Silaire lifted the hem of her clothes in disgust, and even in the dark environment, she could still see two or three dark stains on the delicate fabrics.

The soles of Silence's shoes are already wet, and the dungeon's gutters have a rotten smell, which seems to be a mixture of feces and rot, making people want to block their noses... Both of them can't reach the boy's hand The dull sound made by the crutches hitting the ground, Shen Mo felt that the little boy didn't want to step on the puddles, so he used the crutches to support most of his weight.

"I'll carry you?" Shen Mo said, the crisp voice also had a hint of ethereal at the moment.He never imagined that there would be such a dirty place in the castle, let alone that one day he would see the legendary European dungeon.

"No." Silaire refused.

Shen Mo was slightly surprised, it's really rare that the clingy little boy would want to walk on his own one day.

But soon the silent attention was attracted by the scene in front of him.

He didn't see any iron cages, no cells, no fences, but there were hundreds of people sitting in the whole sewage, as if they heard the movement, everyone's eyes were looking in the direction of the person coming, but there was no expression in their eyes... Being stared at by so many people, Mo Mo couldn't help taking a step back, the scene in front of him reminded him of the hell on earth on the [-]th floor of the hospital...

But this is not a human world, this is not a hospital, and these people are not children... They are all Sly Hands?

In the silent shock, the earl's voice came from behind.

"As I said, you can't save them, they're broken."

broken?Are people machines?But is it broken if it is broken? !Silence saw Yongqiang and the others among thousands of people. Their clothes were much newer than others, but the clothes were just cleaner. The eyes of the seven were exactly the same as the others, empty and lacklustre.

"What's going on here?" Silence asked back.

What a terrifying scene, thousands of people have turned into "puppets" without perception, what is the difference between killing them and killing them. "Is there any way to bring them back to normal?"

"This is a curse." Silaire's voice sounded a bit difficult, and he stumbled and said four words.

"What's wrong with you?" In the darkness, the young man could also see his beautiful eyebrows frowned.

"It's okay, it stinks too much here." Hei Ying tried to straighten up, "Let's leave quickly."

Facing thousands of lines of sight really makes one's scalp tingle.

The two walked back through the stagnant water.

This time there is no need to keep silent and continue to ask, Silaire said it herself. "This is the witch's curse. Hundreds of years ago, there was no surname Xilaier among the hereditary nobles. Back then, the ancestors of Bouyan asked a witch for help to use witchcraft to help His Majesty win several victories before he gained his current glory. , but as time passed, this witchcraft began to be strictly prohibited by the nobles... Once the witchcraft started, it would not end. It has developed to the present, although it is no longer used on my own family, but it is still running secretly, just not Surface again..."

It's been hundreds of years... Mo Mo didn't expect such a tricky thing to happen in this strange world. He doesn't even have a target. How can he get rid of the witchcraft on other people? No, is his target the witch?

Silence suddenly felt a little excited. "Is it true that only witches can remove curses?"

At this time, the two had already reached the stone slab, and the oil lamp on the wall printed their faces. Charlene Silaire could easily see the dancing flames in each other's eyes.

The count asked softly: "Brother, if the price of getting rid of is that I have to disappear, do you still want to find a witch?"

Silence choked suddenly.

It was also the first time he had heard ghosts, would they also disappear?

Silence stopped talking.

Silaire couldn't bear to see the young man tangled up, so he smiled and said, "Brother, I lied to you, giggling..." Afterwards, the more he laughed, the happier he was, like a child who had tasted sugar. Holding on to the cane, "Brother, do you know what expression you had just now? Hahahaha... Brother, you still said you don't like me... Hahaha..."

Silently embarrassed, he felt that he was being molested by a child.