Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

Two plump-faced maids led Qianwu into the back garden.

The garden is an exquisite and huge labyrinth. Qianwu tried to remember the way as soon as he stepped into it, but he only persisted for less than 5 minutes.

He looked at the back of the heads of the two maids and said, "Your job is also very hard."

The maid heard the words and turned her head, a smile slowly appeared on her pale and fat face.The eyes rolled upwards, revealing the yellowed kernels.

"My lord, what did you say?" she asked with a terrified smile.

Qianwu: "...to praise your kind facial features."

The maid bared her teeth and narrowed her eyes, "Thank you, sir."

"..."

These maids are like ugly dolls that have long since died. Although they are not as noisy and like to teach people as the housekeeper, they are not as good as the housekeeper.

At least the butler seemed alive.

After going around many turns, Qianwu was finally led to an ancient courtyard.

The two adjacent houses formed a single building, and the maid stood by the door on the left and invited him in.

"After twelve o'clock, the owner of the manor will come to spend the night together. Please hold the lamp and wait."

She handed him a torch, left these words and disappeared.

Qianwu pushed open the door, and the faint moonlight illuminated the whole room.

The most conspicuous one is an ancient red wooden bed.There is only a strip-shaped space from the door to the side of the bed, and the rest of the space is filled with white candles, circled along the wall line, layer upon layer, very creepy in the dark room.

Only then did Qianwu understand what "holding the lamp" meant, looking at the hundreds of candles in front of him, his expression collapsed.

Out of respect for BOSS.

It's also for the sake of being able to see clearly in case of a fight later.

He took a deep breath, struck a flame, and bent down to light the wax.

When the flame touched the candle wick, it quickly turned into two, and when I raised my hand, a small tear had accumulated on the surface of the white candle.

The candles were easy to light, Qianwu patiently placed them one by one, until the last circle of fire was extinguished, he switched to the lit candles to light each other.

After the last white candle was lit, the whole room was filled with pale light, accompanied by the smell of burning candles. There was no wedding festiveness, but a great funeral.

Qianwu looked around, then looked up at the ceiling.

Finally, above the door frame, he saw the only thing that should belong to a wedding.

A carved lantern, festive and peaceful, hangs there quietly.Half of it is under the moonlight, and the other half is in the candlelight, with a thick layer of dust on it.

Suddenly there was a rustling sound behind him, like someone opening and closing a drawer.He turned around immediately, but there was nothing behind him.

Qian Wu stood there and listened for a while before realizing that the sound was coming from another room with a partition wall.He went to the bed and felt along the wall, and sure enough there was a secret door.

The door was very thin, and someone was pouring buckets of water over there. He pushed the door, and the door opened.

Inside stood a skinny, sullen man who had just poured the last bucket of water into the huge bath tub.

The moment he saw Qianwu, a trace of unbearable excitement flashed across his eyes, then he frowned again, and said harshly, "What's the rush! It's not even midnight yet."

Qian Wu quickly glanced around the bathroom. Behind the big wooden barrel is the Chinese medicine cabinet that occupies the entire wall. There are countless small square drawers on the cabinet, some of which are still locked.

"Have you seen enough?" The man's expression became gloomy.

"Let's go out now." Qianwu glanced at the dusty tables and chairs in the corner, looked away and said, "Sister-in-law, it's the first time we meet, how are you?"

"..." The man choked and spit, and was stunned by this sentence.

Qianwu smiled at him, "Can I borrow that stool?"

The man said angrily, "What do you want a stool for? It's a blessing to be chosen by me. Just wait outside."

But his expression was a little shaken, after all, the husband called.

"I set up a stall outside to paint for people every day, and I have an occupational disease and low back pain." Qianwu lowered his eyes sadly, "It's hard to sit on the bed, I want to wait for you with a chair with a backrest."

"Then hurry up, hurry up." The man frowned and glanced at the clock in the corner - 23:45.

He became even more anxious, "Move by yourself! Get out quickly, don't hinder me from taking a shower!"

"Thank you." Qianwu immediately put away her frailty, raised the back of the chair with one hand, turned around and dragged the chair out.

The moment the door closed, there was a splash inside.

It's not hard to imagine the guy plunged into the water before he could even take off his clothes.

Qianwu: "..."

Needless to say, this BOSS is quite well-bred.

He picked up a white candle, raised his skirt and stood on the stool, just at the same level as the lantern.

It is a very beautiful Xi Lantern. The lamp stand is made of simple and unsophisticated mahogany, carved finely, and the thinnest keel is also carved with lifelike patterns.The interlining is strong and delicate. If you get close to observe it carefully, the cloth is also embroidered with clusters of silk julienne flowers.

"It's the only inspirational object in the manor." Qianwu praised in a low voice, and couldn't help but gently wiped the lantern with his handkerchief.Every frame and every inch of interlining was dusted off and rubbed carefully.

"Even if it's not lit, it's still pretty. It's really not in line with the rich man's style." He couldn't help praising again, and then opened the drawer door behind the lantern.

A red candle appeared silently.

The only red candle in the manor sat silently inside the lantern.A layer of color on the surface is somewhat burnt through, but the body is covered with a layer of dust, as if carrying the loneliness of a world away.

The moment I saw it, the whole world fell silent.For no reason, Qianwu suddenly felt a little sad.

Feeling slightly sad, he stood there staring at the red candle for a while, wondering what he was thinking, and after a while, he put the white candle in, and the flame lightly touched the wick of the red candle.

After a few seconds, nothing happens.

Qianwu frowned and withdrew the white candle, the flame shook in the air a few times, and after it stabilized, he reached in again to try to light it.

Again, fail.

Qianwu tried three times without success, the clock was about to point to zero, and the sound of water came from the dark room again, it was the man standing up from the bathtub.

He didn't hesitate anymore, he decisively blew out the white candle and put it in the lantern, then put the unburned red candle into his arms, put away the stool, tidied up his skirt and sat down obediently on the bed.

The moment he sat down, the clock pointed to zero, the door of the room closed automatically, but the white candle in the lantern that he had just blown out suddenly lit up.

The white candle inside the lantern gave out a stronger light than outside, and through the lining, cast a shimmering silhouette of white albizia flowers on the ground.

It is not difficult to imagine how auspicious and beautiful the scene would be if this red candle were lit.

Qian Wu sighed lightly, also for no reason.

The secret door leading to the bathroom behind him opened, and the manor owner appeared in the room.

The wedding room was shrouded in pale candlelight. The skinny man looked around the room for a while and said in surprise, "Something seems wrong today."

Qianwu didn't answer, and looked at him silently.

After testing it out, the butler is indeed like a tool man. No matter how provocative, as long as he does not violate the dungeon rules, he has no right to execute.And the owner of the manor in front of him should be the boss in the level. On the day he entered the manor, he was only glimpsed from a distance, and then he hid in this hard-to-find garden—except for the chosen one, no one else had a chance to see him.And the chosen one died that night.

But this boss is a little different from Qianwu's expectation - he has no dead breath on his body, he is completely a living person in the world, even his face is rosy and he is slightly panting after taking a bath.Moreover, his appearance is not bad, if he is ten years younger, he should also be a spirited guy.

The manor owner frowned and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Qianwu's eyes flickered, he looked at him with a half-smile, and said softly: "You."

"miss me?"

The man smiled coldly, gritted his teeth and said, "You want me to die?"

"No, I was thinking—" Qianwu pulled the short chair on the bed over, supported his head with his hands, tilted his heavy hair, and said, "Sir, you must have been handsome when you were young, sitting in a manor, You should be a high-cold rich man, how did you become a married maniac that no one wants?"

"..."

Qian Wu paused, suddenly realized, "That aspect...can't?"

"..."

Qianwu thought for a while, "Have you considered changing to a housekeeper? He doesn't look very lucky, maybe he ruined your luck."

The manor owner gritted his teeth and said, "Shut up."

Qian Wu didn't listen to him, his eyes shone slightly, and he changed the subject and asked: "Did the girl from last night really marry you?"

When the word husband and wife was mentioned, the manor owner became visibly excited, and his greedy and reminiscing eyes overlapped with the eye in the black hole.Layers upon layers of pale candlelight in the room reflected in his eyes and twisted and danced. He smiled slyly: "Yes. It's a pity that my wife will not live long, but it's okay, I like a steady stream of newcomers..."

Qian Wu didn't speak, his eyes turned away from the man's face and turned to the door.

Jiang Chen stood outside, a tall and straight figure silhouetted against the door, stealing his attention quietly and arrogantly in the beating candlelight.

He was still playing with a portable saber in his hand, popping it out and retracting it, never tired of it.

"It's getting late." The manor owner suddenly came over and said, "Hurry up! Get out of my room before two o'clock!"

"It's only midnight..." Qianwu hesitated in surprise, "Are you worried that two hours is not enough?"

After the words fell, the manor owner didn't have time to react, Jiang Chen who was standing outside couldn't take it anymore, kicked the door open.

Jiang Chen retracted his legs with a sullen face, the door fell from the frame and fell innocently on the ground.

"The ex-boyfriend is here, my husband." Qian Wu said softly.

When the manor owner turned his head to look at the door, the innocent banter on his face that had been maintained all night disappeared, his black eyes narrowed slightly, and he kicked the manor owner's back from behind with his kick - the manor owner really looked like an ordinary person, He staggered and jumped out, even trampling over a few candles.

However, he was not flustered, his eyes only briefly glanced at Jiang Chen at the door, let out a contemptuous sneer, turned around and pulled out a white silk from nowhere, and said: "Sure enough, if there is someone who is not good, then I have no choice but to kill you. It makes no difference.”

As he spoke, he threw Bai Ling over with his head around his head, and Qianwu sideways dodged it, but Bai Ling seemed to have an evil force. He clearly avoided it, but suddenly felt a tightness on his neck, and was horrified the next second. Human strength takes away the breath.

The white silk wrapped tightly around his slender and fair neck, the manor owner grinned grinningly and strangled him alive in front of him.

The white moonlight and Jiang Chen stopped outside the threshold, as if time stood still at this moment.

Qianwu clearly saw that Jiang Chen, who was about to step into the door, suddenly stopped, and he stood there firmly, with blue veins on his forehead, as if something stopped his movement, making him unable to cross the road no matter what. threshold.

The manor owner was completely different from the beginning, with terrifying strength.Qianwu clenched her hands tightly and restrained Bai Ling to fight against it.

Bai Ling tightened again, and it became more difficult for him to breathe. Turning his head with difficulty, he saw the manor owner with a distorted smile on his face, whispering like a demon in his ear: "Accept your fate. Die in its hands and die in its hands." What's the difference in my hand, isn't my manor beautiful, please stay in my manor forever."

Outside the door, Jiang Chen's saber was unsheathed and flew towards the room - but it seemed to be bounced back by a wall of air, and fell powerlessly to the ground.

"Qianwu!"

Sweating violently, the last trace of oxygen in his lungs was about to be squeezed dry, Qianwu tightly clutched the white silk, the moonlight shone on his somewhat pale face, but his red lips trembled and hissed into laughter.

"Sir, if you are too fierce, you will be killed."

he said hoarsely.Before the manor owner pulled back his strength for the last time, he suddenly let go, shook his head and shook off the loose and crumbling bun.

The hair was scattered, and the wooden hairpin that Jiang Chen inserted slipped into the palm of his hand along the hair. Qianwu swung the knife with his backhand, raised the blade with his hand, and cut the tough and soft white silk neatly with a swipe of cold light. The inertia brought the owner of the manor Falling backwards violently.

In the original plan, the boss should be killed tonight.

But the "it" that the manor said made him change his mind.

Qian Wu rushed out of the room, and was grabbed by Jiang Chen.

"Go!" Qianwu said.

"and many more."

Jiang Chen stared into the room and said, "He can't come out."

A firm tone.

The young commander in military boots completely blocked the people behind him with his body, and said again, "Don't panic, he can't get out."

Hearing these words, the people who fell down in embarrassment on the ground, instead of retorting, swept the candles all over the floor madly and furiously.

Qianwu suddenly realized that all the white candles had been extinguished at some point.

The manor owner stared at them, across a threshold, with unwilling and cruel eyes.

"I can't escape." He pointed at the door angrily and muttered, "If you enter my manor, no one can escape!"

Qianwu raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a look of understanding.

"It seems that I accidentally touched the law of survival." He lowered his eyes and smiled lightly, "Don't yell, come out if you have the ability."

The manor owner said angrily, "Come in if you have the ability!"

Qianwu smiled, "I can't bear it."

Manor owner: "..."

"The first rule of the rules is the restriction of both parties." Jiang Chen looked at the void barrier and thought: "If this room belongs to your dungeon tonight, and no one is allowed to enter to help, then naturally the boss will not be allowed to chase out the dungeon .”

His fingers hurt a little from being clenched, and Qianwu pulled his hand out of Jiang Chen's hand belatedly, and then said lightly and jokingly: "It seems that I haven't heard anyone memorize the provisions in the textbook for more than 100 years. What, Young Marshal Jiang recalled Is it the innocent era of law school that was organized and free?"

Hearing this, Jiang Chen's pupils trembled slightly, he turned around, and his eyes fell on Qianwu's exposed neck unexpectedly.

When cutting off the white silk, the sharp blade also cut through the skin, and a shallow and long knife cut was made on the white neck, interlaced with the red marks that were drawn out.

The beautiful and fragile neck was scarred, and the crimson blood was seeping under the moonlight.

"bleeding."

A look of bewilderment flashed in the commander's eyes.