I'm on the big guy cookbook

On the bed, Neil nestled beside Francis and did not dare to close his eyes.

Hearing the torrential rain, lightning and thunder outside, he was wary of ghosts and ghosts that would appear from nowhere.

Ever since he was reborn in this place, his three views have been completely shattered. He used to be superstitious about science, but now he just wants to hug the golden thigh of the big vampire next to him.

"It's not necessarily what will happen tonight..."

Neil sighed faintly, staring at the curly wallpaper on the roof, the black wall behind the wallpaper seemed to seep through something.

Especially when the lightning is on, the whole room is a gloomy white, and everything seems to be haunted.

Neil panicked.

He has a small problem, the more he is afraid, the more nervous his mouth becomes, the more restless his mouth becomes, and he has to say something or gnaw something to divert his attention.

So Ni, who was biting her thumbnail, whispered to the big man next to him who was sleeping in his clothes: "Aris? Aris, are you asleep, Aris? Squeak."

Francis, who didn't need sleep but simply didn't want to open his eyes to look at the stupid thing next to him, snorted coldly as an answer.

When Neil heard that he was still reacting, his beating little heart became much more stable.

He said out of words, "Well... I don't understand one thing about the last cruise."

Francis' thick eyelashes opened slightly, revealing narrow dark red lines.

"Say."

"Uh, why is the female corpse named Jenny talking about a man with blond hair, and that Mrs. Gina, can she really 'resurrect' Jenny?"

"The dead can never be resurrected.

Mrs. Gina is a white witch. She let the low-level demons she kept in captivity get into the body of the corpse, and controlled the corpse to create the illusion of resurrection.

As for the blond man, the human woman died at the hands of a blond robber, and the obsession before death remained in her body.

A witch like the White Witch is very good at using this method to confuse the relatives of the dead body by using the devil to drill into the corpse, and feed the low-level demons who signed the contract with the blood of the living.

When the demons grow up, they will be summoned back from the corpses for their own driving.

Humph, it's just a trick. "

Francis sneered, his fangs were still sharp from under his thin lips.

For a true pure-blooded demon, the white witch is just an ant living under his feet, not to mention that Francis, as the great lord and blood-blooded grand duke, rules the entire dark world.

That is a real king-like existence, and all demons must breathe their noses.

So Neil totally understands.

Every time Francis went to the crowd with him, he had the illusion that a god descended to visit the world.

The aura of being surrounded by darkness and controlling the night cannot be imitated.

Even if the handsome duke puts on a sack, it is like wearing a costume and wearing a laurel crown. He has the power that the crowd will automatically move away!

In Francis, Neil experienced a kind of edge that the future world cannot experience, that is exclusive to this world, and that makes people want to avoid it.

Arrogant, elegant, noble.

Reserved and indulgent, strong and ruthless—these all formed the man named Aris Francis Yukland.

Just one glance will be remembered for a lifetime.

Alas... Neil sighed slightly. Thinking about it this way, Aris seems to be even more difficult to chase.

But who let me be on other people's recipes?

Isn't it a snake spirit disease to have sex with food?

Just like the previous Viscount Burt, who thought that his fiancée would not forget himself after death, and dreamed of resurrecting her, but in fact?

What he thought was his lover's soul was nothing but a demon stuffed into his fiancée's body by the White Witch!The only interest in him may be to eat him.

It's true that the dead are ruthless, and the living are passionate.

Ha ha ha ha……

Nierha couldn't go on anymore, holding back tears: Ma Dan, how cruel!

Neil, who was a small blood bag for Aris' food reserve, couldn't help but shed tears of sadness for himself.

I was trying my best, but I heard a particularly ear-piercing female scream coming from outside!

Neil sat up in a daze to look at Francis.

And Francis sat up from the bed unhurriedly, his face was as expected, and even his clothes were not messy.

……

By the time Neil and Francis pushed open the door into the hallway, the screaming had stopped.

Everyone was woken up by the howling ghosts and howling wolves of the stormy weather, and they were standing in the corridor, forming a circle from a certain door.The air was dead silent, not only did no one speak, Neil saw that the painter's hands were still shaking.

Neil glanced at the boring Grand Duke of the Blood Race next to him, who was as boring as playing a dungeon with a rookie, and thought to himself, needless to say, according to the plot in the escape game, he must be dead, and it must be a particularly miserable one!

He was terrified, and was hesitating whether to stay cheeky by Francis' side, when he heard a cool voice with a smile that was not a smile: "Neil, Neil, go and have a look?"

Neil: "..." The pronunciation and pause of the first and last name made him feel that if he dared not go, Aris would dare to eat him alive!

Woo.

The boss doesn't hurt, the boss doesn't love, Gan!

Neil stepped forward with a bitter face. From Francis' point of view, Neil looked like a mermaid walking ashore in a fairy tale like a mermaid walking on broken glass. The words are written on the back of the head.

Whoops, funny human.

Francis frowned slightly.

The vicious Grand Duke squinted his eyes to appreciate the bad luck of the little pet.

And when Neil squeezed into the crowd, glanced at the room, he started cursing.

"Grass!"

Neil covered his mouth and almost spit it out!

A chair was turned upside down near the corner of the room, and the man sitting on the chair seemed to have been dug out in the middle, leaving only the four sides of toast bread, hollowed out from the neck down, leaving only the neck, legs and heel. The two ribs are still connected a little bit.And it just happened to be pulled out a square.

Blood sprayed all over the corner of the wall, and the moldy carpet swelled with blood.

The parts of the corpse that had been 'torn' away were ferociously turned up, with fat and muscles mixed in. There was no painful distortion or fear on the corpse's face, but a bewildered expression.

There was also a woman with disheveled hair and blood-stained sleeves leaning against the door, trembling unbelievably, with tears streaming down her face, even showing signs of convulsions.

After careful identification, Neil found that the dead man was a wealthy businessman, and the terrified woman was his wife.

Some of the onlookers had already vomited while leaning their backs on the corridor, while others froze in shock, their lips trembling and their faces pale, unable to utter a single syllable.

A dead person, or this way of death, everyone is disgusted except for fear.

Who is the murderer?

Why kill?

Will he kill me again?

These three questions weighed heavily on everyone's minds, like a dark rainy night outside, revealing a strange atmosphere amidst the lightning and thunder.

"First, close the door first..." The bearded man was the first to react, he kept swallowing his saliva and dripping with cold sweat, "We, we may hide a murderer here, it's not safe to be alone, we Go to the hall first... If there is a murderer, you can still run out..."

"it is good……"

"Close the door, close the door!"

"vomit--"

Closing the door was approved by everyone, and no one wanted to take a second look at the corpse, even if they might get any clues.

So with everyone's consent, the men present dragged the wealthy businessman's wife out of the door softly, and then closed the door as if afraid of being bitten by something.

In a mess, supporting each other, 'Dong Dong Dong' ran down the hall on the first floor stepping on the plank.

Neil knew that in horror games, this kind of corpse should have some clearance prompts.

but……

He looked down at his pants.

Well, just one, I can't change it if it's wet.

Neil was silent for a while, and chose to love people with their own celestial phenomena, giving up the silly mentality of "I am the protagonist and I have a halo" and went with the crowd.

And Francis fell far behind Neil.

The black-haired and snow-skinned Duke looked indifferent, looking at the frightened crowd in front of him like an outsider watching a show, or in other words, he was an outsider.

When we got downstairs, we spontaneously sat next to our companions around the candles and oil lamps, the orange light seemed to be their hope of survival.

The air gradually became silent, until a girl couldn't help crying, and then led other women to start sobbing too.

Even men's faces are ugly.

Because they all know that killing a person in that way is very unlikely.

Time, tools, and silently committing crimes in such a poorly soundproofed room are conditions that cannot be met.

At this time, the tattooed forest administrator suddenly said, "Actually, there is something I have never said..."

The crowd looked at him.

He bit his lip nervously with an ugly expression, kept shaking his feet, and spoke again after a while: "I am the forest ranger of this mountain, you all know that. Huo~(￣▽￣～)~Ge

I have been working here for a year. When I first joined the job, the old administrator told me that if it rains and sees a deserted villa halfway up the mountain, don’t go in... I asked him why, but He kept his mouth shut.

I didn't take it seriously after listening to it, and I inspected the mountains and forests every day, and I never found any abandoned villas. I thought he was joking, until one rainy day, here, halfway up the mountain, there suddenly appeared a building that I had never seen before. The dilapidated villa, that is..."

He looked around, and then turned his eyes to everyone, his eyes were bloodshot.

"The building we live in now."

"..."

"..."

The men scolded severely, while the women cried even worse.

Even Neil trembled, wishing he could sit on Francis' lap!

Fuck, this mud horse is too scary.

Aris kicked him directly from Novice Village to hell level!

"Why didn't you fucking say it earlier! You, the forest ranger, really have a problem!"

Someone stared at the forest ranger resentfully.

The others even echoed, muttering that it's all your fault, because you didn't remind us.

The forest administrator was also afraid, and he said with little confidence: "Who knows, I only remembered it later! This happened a year ago, and the old administrator said this once!"

"There are ghosts... There are ghosts here... Woohoo, I don't want to stay here anymore, dead man! Don't we run away... Woohoo."

The girl next to the painter grabbed the silver cross hanging around her neck with one hand, and tightly pinched the painter's clothes. The girl next to her, Ansel, who smiled sweetly, was stronger than her and could comfort her friend in a low voice.

But no one dared to do what the girl suggested.

The bearded man sighed: "It's raining too much, there must be water outside, there may be mudslides, and walking on the mountain at night in this weather is courting death."

Everyone also knew that they all shut their mouths tightly and didn't know what to do.

At the same time, there is still a trace of luck in my heart, hoping that there are only murderers. After all, compared with demon ghosts, they are not as good as man-made.

Upon hearing this, Neil nodded in agreement with the bearded man, thinking, yes, this is a typical Snowstorm Villa script.

They are completely trapped here and can only play house with ghosts.

But he has no clue now, and Francis, who sees through everything, doesn't care about the lives and deaths of these people at all.

Facing a dilemma and a panic-stricken situation, the painter, who had been distracted, stared at the people surrounded by a small candle in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I also have something to tell you."

Neil looked at him.

But everyone had a bad premonition, and stared at the artist's full-lipped mouth.

The painter smiled wryly, clenched his fists, and his back tensed. He stared at the crowd with alertness and unease in his eyes, and licked his lips and said, "I... am a student of painting. I draw human bodies, and I always observe people subconsciously."

Neil hugged his boss tightly, and asked dryly, "So?"

Everyone also looked puzzled.

"Yeah, so what?"

The painter grinned: "So...do you know that when we entered the door, there were eighteen people...and when the room was divided, we were 21 people..."

"............

............"

Kacha-!

The thunder rang fiercely outside the window, and the lightning illuminated the faces of all the people who were immediately bloodless.

Pale light, unpopular faces, distorted shaking of overlapping light and shadow.

At this moment, everyone is like the extra one——

ghost.

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