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The painter saw that he was urging his female companion to thank him in a low voice, but the girl glanced at Neil, turned her head and pretended not to hear.

She still remembered what the other party accused them of being cold-blooded!

Hmph, what...pretending to be a hero...

"you--"

The painter frowned, and without moving her, he raised his head and smiled friendlyly at Neil, thanking her.

Neil nodded and said, "It's okay."

At this time, a pleasant male voice came from the side: "She is not grateful, are you not angry?"

Neil grinned and didn't take it seriously: "If you don't thank me, I won't thank you. I just don't want to die anymore, and it's not because of her thank you."

There was no sound around me.

Neil looked sideways, but was startled by Francis.

It turned out that at some point, Francis approached his neck, and Neil almost ran into Francis' handsome face under the curving black hair after turning his head.

The other party's eyelashes were thick and slender, which made his heart beat faster and harder.

"What, what's wrong?"

"You smell even better."

"Pfft—cough cough!"

This is teasing, right?This must be teasing! ?

Neal's mind went blank.

And Francis was really shocked for a moment when he saw the usually cowardly little pet rushing up to protect the woman and the boy.

What followed was a surprise!

The narrow and scarlet vertical pupils are slightly bright, as if through the young man's fleshy body, he can glimpse the soft light emanating from the depths of the soul.

Involuntarily, Francis leaned forward to sniff while the young man sat down.

Just because of the snow-white neck, he actually became excited and entered a hunting state...

The blood instinct and thirst for blood made Francis greedily want to put his lips on the thin layer of skin and feel the other person's body temperature.

He wants to indulge in licking...

Yun sucked and kissed the blood vessels rushing inside.

Yun sucked out the crimson on Neil's neck, pierced the opponent's body with his fangs and himself, leaving irreversible tooth marks, and tasted the hot blood!Satisfy your stomach and desires!

... What a wonderful taste is that?

Just fantasizing, is enough to hook the handsome grand duke of the blood clan to reveal his true nature.

The scarlet eyes rolled, and Francis stared at Neil's profile from the corner of his eyes.

He wants him.

I really want to.

I want to use the blood and body of youth to fill my hunger and thirst.

……

"Hey, why is it getting colder and colder?"

Neil rubbed his arms, glanced at Francis' burning eyes, and swished away as if he had been scalded.

Don't think too much, don't think too much, don't think too much... It's because of the contract.

Repeatedly repeating this sentence several times in his mind, pouring pots of cold water down, Neil finally washed away his love brain.

Francis also sat up straight, and didn't come closer to smell Neil's neck, but kept rubbing it with his gloved palms, with a trace of ambiguity and intimacy.

the other side.

The remaining [-] people were divided into three waves, and the first wave was a man headed by a beard.

He distributed the cigarettes that he carried with him to several men, pondering in a low voice what to do next amidst the smoke.

The first wave is the girls, they sit on the sofa and hug each other, no one speaks, waiting for the man to arrange themselves for a while.

And the rich businessman's wife, whose husband had died, was sitting next to Neil with her child. Her nose was bruised and her face was covered in blood. She was obviously wary of everyone except Neil.

In the end, everyone discussed together and came up with a result, that is-continue to separate.

The bearded man said: "Each of us has someone we know, a total of nine people who don't know each other, including me and the forest ranger, a total of seven men and two women.

Those you know can continue to live in the same room as before, and those you don’t know can live in the same room. Everyone opens the door. There are nine people, and anyone who is not human can resist or run away. Others can come to help when they hear the voice. "

For people who know each other, it's a good thing to divide like this, they are safe.

For those who don't know each other, all the people they don't know are together, and I am not abandoned, and I feel lucky: After all, if something happens, I may not be the one who dies, and if something happens, I can only blame my own bad luck.

Neil nodded.

This method can be used.

The girl next to the painter was a little dissatisfied, and said, "Don't you have a better way, the kind that just finds out the ghost?"

The bearded man chuckled: "We're not that smart, why don't you think of one?"

The girl choked, and closed her mouth with a blue face.

Because she was slowing down just now, no one likes to talk to her except the painter and the girl from Ansel.

So everyone tidied up and walked up to the second floor carefully again. When passing by the door of the rich merchant, people wanted to stick to the wall to avoid walking.

When most of the survivors entered the room, Neil found the rich businessman's wife and son standing in front of the closed door, trembling.

Also, there is a dead person in the house, who dares to go in and live there?

The bearded man suggested that this method is good or bad, but he didn't consider the mother and child.

Neil thinks about it, he still has the life-saving hole card of Aris, why not...

"You can make do with me and my friends."

Neil, who couldn't help being soft-hearted, smiled at the mother and son with two small canine teeth, and stepped aside to open the door behind him.

Francis glanced at him, did not speak, just went in and waved away the brand new bedding in the room.

"Thank you...God bless you, thank you so much!"

The rich businessman's wife burst into tears in surprise, holding her son's hand and urging him on.

"Thank you, come on, Ivan."

The little boy hid behind his mother's legs and whispered: "Thank you..."

Neil waved his hand, "You're welcome, come in quickly."

"Okay okay."

As if afraid of Neil's repentance, the rich businessman's wife knelt down and picked up her son, and hurried into Neil and Francis' room.

Because everyone has their doors open and their nerves are tense, the sound of discussions rustles into the corridor from time to time.

Miraculously, one or two, everyone still chatted through the wall.

"I have a way. In order to identify our identities, let's introduce ourselves to each other."

"Hey? This is a good way!"

"Why don't I come first?"

"Row."

"Ahem, me, I am a resident of a small town at the foot of the mountain, my family runs a candy shop, and four people from my hometown..."

The voice spoke slowly.

When one person finishes speaking, the next person is automatically replaced.

Although everyone can't see each other, this behavior effectively relieves tension.

Neil's eyes lit up when he heard this.

In order to collect clues, he hurried to the door. Opposite him was the painter, who was also listening attentively at the door and gave Neil a friendly smile.

This person also has the correct three views in times of crisis. Neil has a good impression of him, so he made a gesture of 'listen together'.

Francis, who was paying attention to protecting his 'property', saw it, and the corners of his thin lips curled slightly.

A nameless dissatisfaction suddenly welled up in my heart.

The brief introduction was carried out in turn according to the head of each room. When it was the artist's turn, he said a few words.The painter’s family background is simple, his parents are away, but he left a lot of money. He used the money to study painting in college, and he was addicted to it. He came to this mountain to gather with his classmates and appreciate the beauty of nature.

The two girls in his room are his classmates, and they still have drawing paper, brushes and paints in their backpacks.

It is enough to prove that he didn't lie, he is a living person, not a ghost and a ghost who sneaked in.

The penultimate room was Neil and the others. Neil fabricated a noble status for himself and Francis. The two got together, and because their parents disagreed, they came out to breathe.

Because of his temperament and appearance, and the fact that he told the bearded people about it before, no one doubted it.

It's the last room's turn, that is the bearded man, the forest ranger and a bunch of people they don't know.

What other people tell is okay, only the forest administrator, he is so good at telling stories!

With such a rough appearance, he still has a desire to perform in his heart. He talked vividly about where and where he was when he was young, and he also met some familiar celebrities in the UK today.

Sometimes it makes everyone laugh, and sometimes people follow his voice in fear.

Neil thought to himself that this population is quite awesome, no wonder everyone was taken aback when the villa was mentioned just now.

"Ahem, I'm done."

After the forest administrator finished speaking, he and the audience still had something to say.

"who is the next?"

"It's time for the bearded man!"

"Hey, friend, it's your turn."

"Oh, sorry, I'm so fascinated."

The bearded man's voice sounded, and everyone smiled when they heard his words.

"Actually, my affairs are incomparable with those of the administrator." After the bearded man explained his family background and the reason for going up the mountain, he introduced them all.

Even in a haunted house, the atmosphere is no less eager.Not as frightened as before.

The bearded man sighed: "This method is good. It can help find clues and reduce stress. It's really smart."

Everyone laughed: "My friend, although the method is good, you can't praise yourself."

The bearded man was silent for a moment, his voice full of doubts.

"what?"

"That's the idea, didn't you come up with it, haha, you still pretend."

And Neil immediately caught something wrong.

At this moment, I only heard the harsh sound of a wooden stool rubbing against the ground in the bearded room, and the exclamation of several men.

"not me--!"

The bearded man poked his head out of the door frame with a pale face, and shouted at the crowd with a trembling voice: "I was not the first to speak!"

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

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

In the corridor that was still lively just now, there was a dead silence.

"You, what are you kidding?"

The first team of four to introduce themselves felt numb.

The eight people in the same room with beards were terrified, and they all proved: "Indeed, it's not him... I, we are in the same room! He didn't speak at all before!"

"It's not him, who is that?!"

"I do not know."

"It's not me, is it you?"

"It's not me."

"We don't have a room..."

"Could it be..."

Neil, whose hair was all blown up, looked at the painter with the same terrified expression. The next second, he heard the ending of "Could it be", and bursts of laughter suddenly sounded in the corridor.

At first the laugh was like a beard, but then it became weird and familiar.

Then there was the sound of the door opening with a 'squeak'.

"whee."

"Have you all finished talking...hehe, now...it's my turn..."

"!!!"

There are seven rooms upstairs, all of them have their doors open, and the only ones that are not open are——

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