I'm on the big guy cookbook

"God, bless us and the food we eat, and we thank you for everything you have given us. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, as it is today, and forever. Amen. "

"Amen."

"Amen……"

The burnt candles flowed white traces along the oxidized and blackened candlesticks, which could barely illuminate a few sides of the empty restaurant.

The food on the long dining table was arranged neatly according to the number of people. After the nuns finished saying the pre-meal prayer, everyone said amen in passing, and then began to eat.

Because of their religious beliefs, although the nuns practice hard, as long as they don’t drink too much and eat meat, they are not forbidden to drink and eat meat. Therefore, in addition to mushroom soup and bread, everyone at the table got a small glass of wine and a portion of fried meat. .

Neil was sitting on a chair, holding a knife and fork, and heard the vampire next to him say a prayer indifferently, the corner of his mouth twitched.

I thought you, a big vampire, was bathed in the holy light of the cross in the monastery, still chanting about God, looking at the nuns, and eating "God's meal", are you embarrassed?

Let alone this,

Just in case the nuns find a demon sitting next to us and surround us, I will give you a purification seal like a movie, and give me a burning BBQ...

hiss--

The terrified Neil took a breath, and secretly turned to look at Francis, intending to remind him to restrain himself.

I found out that the boss is indeed a boss.

Because the cheap bread in the Middle Ages was very rough, hard and astringent, and hard to swallow, it had to be torn apart and eaten with thick soup, so when Neil looked over quietly, the bold and handsome blood was using a knife and fork with an elegant and skillful posture I didn't feel that there was anything wrong with my existence, cutting fried meat and bread.

The other party cut each piece of bread into small squares without using his own fingers. The picky and careless look, arrogant and noble, made the dilapidated environment, relying on his own temperament, eat the royal family. Feast style.

And following Francis' movements, the wavy and slightly curly black hair hung down in an arc from the corner of his forehead to his shoulders, covering his cold and white side face a little.

From Neil's perspective, one can see Francis' full forehead, eyelashes drooping in front of deep eye sockets, focused eyes, high nose, and tight thin lips.

Neil: "..."

He stared blankly at Shengshi Meiyan for a while, and finally came to a conclusion:

His hands are so beautiful.

want to touch.

Neil, who has committed a nympho again, looks at Francis in a daze.

Ever since that day—that's when they, uh, did, did, Neil always did.

He couldn't help himself from peeking at Francis like a young boy in love.

I can't be as calm as I say.

Not to mention being able to say hello normally afterwards like the playboy who wanders on many beds, showing a mature and impeccable performance.

Neil knew it was embarrassing for him.

It is clearly agreed that it is a contract, and it is not necessary to take it seriously.

Moreover, the movement of Francis getting up after being satisfied is calm enough, and the kisses are gentle enough for gentlemen...but...but...

Ugh!

Neil pokes at the food on his plate irritably.

If only Francis was as flustered as he was, or cared about a little bit!Just a little bit, then a~~~ a little bit is fine!

As long as it's not so nonchalant.

Francis' cold and calm performance always made him feel... sad...

With a heavy breath in his heart, Neil finally realized what it was like to be a spare tire stand-in role. Before, he thought it was unnecessary to be out of the way, but now he empathizes with him, clenching his teeth sourly, and the depression and sadness will emerge from his eyes.

草、

Hypocritical!

Neil scolded himself.

If he had known this earlier, he should have worn iron underpants and sucked blood at will, don't even think about doing it next time!

Now I am embarrassed to talk to Francis because of embarrassment and shyness. Francis does not talk much, and their relationship is like a cold war, not as good as before!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Neil was rolling back and forth on the ground violently in his heart. The groundhog screamed, but a silver light flashed in front of his eyes.

A gloved hand took the plate from him and put a new one on.

Neil was dazed for a few seconds, staring blankly at the neatly cut meat and small squares of bread on his plate, then turned his stiff neck and looked towards Francis next to him. Fried meat.

Neil: "..."

The dark red pupils are like low-key and precious rubies, turning to stare at some idiot from the corner of their eyes.

Francis raised his hand, curled his fingers wrapped in leather gloves, and tapped lightly on Neil's dining table twice.

"Eat," he said.

"…………"

Snapped!

The fireworks swished and flew into the sky, blasting brilliant sunflowers in my mind.

With a face (forced) expression (lips) affection (corner) imitating Francis's high-cold "um", Neil raised his fork and stuck the old gun, cough! ... The boss cut up the food and chewed it slowly in his mouth.

Ok.

Neil nodded.

This fried meat is too sweet, hey, too sweet!

After dinner, an old nun who looked about 50 or [-] years old took them to their respective rooms.

Although the monastery was down and out, it had a large area, and there were eighty to ninety clean empty rooms, enough to accommodate half a legion, unlike the empty room where everyone had to squeeze together.

But the roof above their heads is very high, so is the door, and the corridor is made of polished stone, which is old and cold, and will cause a lingering depression in the minds of all those who stand here feel.

It seems that taking a breath requires a lot of force, and then spit it out long.

"Because of the drought, there is no water in the wells in the monastery, and the vegetable farmers who deliver vegetables to the mountains are unwilling to do the work of delivering water, so they may not be able to take a bath at night."

The old nun looked at the guests guiltily.

Hearman just raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, indicating that he knew.

Marin, who claims to be an adventurer, waved his hand and said with a big belly: "It's okay if you can't take a shower. When my assistant and I were adventuring in the desert, we didn't even have water to drink! We are all men, and everyone will not be picky, right? "

He glanced at Neil and Francis meaningfully.

"It's okay with us," Neil shrugged and muttered, "I'd like to save a room." Better to let him sleep with Francis.

"It's fine if the gentlemen don't have any opinions..."

The old nun breathed a sigh of relief and reminded:

"There is a serious shortage of water now. There are two kettles in your room, one with wine and one with water. Gentlemen, it is best...don't drink the water in the water bottles."

Neil asked why.

"This..." The old nun replied with a frown, "It's like this, it may be a problem of the dry season... The well water has suddenly become cloudy since the past few days, and there is still a strange smell."

"Strange smell?"

"Yes. We checked, and nothing or animals fell into it. It should be just a geological problem or a weather problem. Rest assured, we will not entertain you with polluted water."

The old nun said a few words of comfort.

And the people standing here are all masters of Lenovo, and they even like this kind of unexpected situation!

The writer Schulman and the adventurer Marin's eyes lit up, and they couldn't wait to ask about the ghost nun, and even bluntly said that the situation of the water well was caused by the ghost nun.

After hearing what they said, the old nun looked confused and clutched the candlestick: "The ghost nun who was pushed into the well? No, I have lived here for almost 30 years, and I have never heard of this legend."

Neil: "..."

Shelman: "..."

Marin Morian: "..."

The three of them looked at the fat man in unison, and the fat man laughed dryly with a guilty conscience, and shied away: "Well, it's been too long since Sister Liz may have forgotten, ha, ha ha..."

"..." Shelman and Marin, who felt that they had been deceived, were about to get angry when they heard the old nun suddenly and softly say, "But you really can't go out at night in the monastery."

When she said this, the candle in the hands of Sister Liz, who was wearing a black robe, was flickering, her aging face was reflected yellowish, behind her was the empty and dark corridor, her smiling expression was divided and cracked under the shadow and light , extraordinarily weird.

She stared at the crowd, and the atmosphere suddenly became mysterious.

Neil's scalp was numb and he groaned in his heart, almost jumping onto Francis.

And Shelman and Marin Morian were also terrified, swallowing.

"Why, what's the reason?"

"The reason..."

Old Sister Liz smiled even more, and looked at them lovingly, "Because you will get lost, gentlemen. The monastery is too big."

Neil: "..."

other people:"……"

You did it on purpose, huh?It must be on purpose!

Grass, believe it or not, we scared the shit out of you!

Seeing the frightened expressions of the guests, the old nun Liz couldn't help laughing out loud. She said good night with a blink of an eye, and left with a candle in her hand, leaving behind a group of big men who hadn't let down their hairs like a group of children. Fool.

Everyone was silent for a while, and they all cast their fierce eyes on the fat man.

Fat man: "..." It's over, it's over!

"That... what I said is true! It's true! Sister Liz must have misremembered, trust me!"

He held back his panic, and loudly defended himself with certainty.

"Ha ha!"

Shelman gave him a sneer back.

Marin and Morian, without the writer's undertones, just said that he had tricked everyone into coming to this place to suffer.

As for Neil, he knew that Francis brought him here, definitely not to experience the style of the old castle, there must be something here!So he didn't speak, carefully paying attention to possible clues.

"The legend of the ghost nun is true!" The fat man bit him to death, and even swore: "If I tell lies, let her kill me tonight!"

"..."

"..."

Everyone was at a loss for words.

Seeing that the fat man was so sure, Schulman, Marin and others hesitated again.

And Neil gave him a thumbs up: At this moment, labor and management seemed to see a flag, and it was planted on his head...

The fat man was overjoyed when he found that the gold master had been shaken by his flickering, and he hurriedly made amends: "Even if you don't believe me, you still have to believe in this castle! Isn't it scary? Isn't it eerie? You are staring at the corridor in the dark. , don’t you think that a hideous ghost nun will emerge from it at any time?!”

Uh.

Well this...

A few people looked at the corridor, and the silent and cold wind came again. In such a hot season, the castle is also very cold. They really didn't dare to stare at the darkness inside for a long time.

Shelman frowned: "This monastery is really good."

Marin and Morian also looked away timidly: "Well, well, it's quite scary..."

Hearing their approval, the fat man heaved a sigh of relief: Great, it's over!

But afraid of being questioned again, the fat man hurriedly urged everyone to sleep and rest, saying that they still had to stay for three days, and they were too tired to climb the mountain today, so why not explore the monastery together tomorrow.

It’s okay if no one reminded me, but only after someone reminded me did I realize that my arms, legs and waist are really bad, and there is no place where I don’t feel pain!

"Okay, rest first."

"There's still time anyway, if I find out you lied to me—"

Marin glanced at the fat man and clicked his tongue, and took the lead back to the room, while his assistant followed him closely.And Shelman didn't stop too much.

Neil was thinking about how to talk to Francis about sleeping together, and when he saw Francis leave, he immediately followed.

In order to cover up his guilty conscience, the fat man deliberately shouted behind them: "Don't drink the well water! You will dream about the ghost nun!"

After speaking, he cheerfully opened the door in disbelief, and got into the room.As soon as he entered the door, the fat man couldn't wait to take off his old suit, which was so hot that he was dying, wiped his sweat with a towel and cursed the damn weather.

He walked to the table, wanting to drink water to quench his thirst, but he didn't know if the lie was so true that he believed it or what, the fat man picked up the kettle and sniffed it.

Well, it does smell a bit strange.

Forget it, he thought.How do you feel gloomy?Let's drink wine first.

The fat man took a sip of the drink to temporarily relieve his thirst, then climbed onto the bed, sighed comfortably, and fell asleep quickly snoring.

Until at some point, the fat man who was sleeping soundly felt his face was wet and had a fishy smell.But he was so tired that he didn't even open his eyes. He smacked his face, turned over, wrapped the quilt tightly, and fell asleep. Before he knew it, it was another good night's dream...

the next day.

The fat man got up and put on his clothes and noticed something strange.

The bed in the monastery room was placed next to the window, but the window in his room was closed last night, and now, for some reason, it was opened.

Not to mention opening it, the window sill, the ground nearby, and his bed were covered with a lot of dried mud. With a light tap of the upper hand, the mud lumps were lifted off.

"It's not good to be close to the mountains and forests! A bunch of stinky mice have come to my bed!"

When the fat man thought that there was a big dirty rat in the bed last night, he would feel sick, and his face would be smelly after going out, and he still saw a few benefactors, so he had no choice but to smile. Take them to see the well.

If you are in a bad mood, you will naturally find nothing pleasing to your eyes.

The fat man who was hungry with a smile on his face actually gritted his teeth, thinking that these rich people are really idle and sick in their minds!

These poor people without money think about how to earn money to live in a good house in a big city and live a good life, with enough food and clothing.

And what about the rich?

Not only do I like bullshit adventures, but I also talk about feelings, inspirations, these invisible and intangible things, and make trouble for myself!

Even listening to other people's casual flickering, you can imagine any kind of story, silly throwing money and throwing it doesn't feel bad!What a no-brainer!

But thinking of this, the fat man complained and was very proud.

Look, what kind of writer, adventurer, nobleman, didn't he get tricked by a poor man like me in the end?

Hahaha!

ghost?

ridiculous!

There is no ghost in this world, a bunch of idiots!

The fat man finished venting in his heart, he was refreshed, and he smiled politely and invited him to the side of the well one by one.

However, the small place where there were no people in the past was unexpectedly surrounded by nuns.

The doubtful communication of the old nuns working in the kitchen reached their ears:

"Did someone fall in last night?"

"I don't know. I have to ask Sister Liz. There are only a few of us old nuns in the convent. We will soon know who it is."

"That's right...you won't fall and break someone, you fell into such a deep well, and you can still climb out."

"Alas, Our Lady bless you."

"Holy Mother bless..."

Hearing what the nuns said, the fat man was taken aback. Before he could react, he was squeezed in front of the nuns by the writer and Marin who also heard the words.

The few of them observed the muddy water traces on the edge of the well with great interest, their faces were full of excitement, and their eyes were full of excitement eager to get big news.

And a terrible and ominous premonition suddenly surged in the fat man's heart!

He lowered his head and looked dazedly at the stone brick floor with a few mud spots and mud handprints under his feet. He could see that the sunken palm marks were very small and thin.

A handprint... is a woman's handprint...

And the way the muddy water is thrown away, it looks like a woman is crawling all the way...from the bottom of the well to the side of the well, and then...

The bloodshot eyes looked far away along the mud spots on the ground, and then the fat man saw the direction they came from.

Fat man: "..."

The woman who climbed up from the bottom of the well was heading for the place where they lived.

Involuntarily, he quickly thought of the muddy water on his windowsill, floor and bed.

Even fantasize about it.

Last night, how the woman who climbed up from the bottom of the well crawled slowly, slowly, crawled from the ground, and finally looked at her window and smiled.

She stretched out her bone-exposing fingers from the window, dragged her body covered in mud and rotten flesh, grabbed the window sill, raised her head slowly, peeped at the people close at hand, and then climbed onto the ignorant The bed of someone who is sleeping soundly...

The fat man's ears buzzed.

The sweat on the back wet the shirt, making it sticky and cold to his body.

In a daze, he heard the returning nuns say that no nuns in the monastery fell into the well.

He heard those writers and adventurers with money and free time laughing that they came to the wrong place, saying that he was not lying, there really was a ghost at the bottom of the well, haha, the ghost nun climbed up from the bottom of the well!

Do not……

The fat man was sweating profusely, wanting to shout: No no no—he is a liar!No ghosts—really no ghosts!

But he couldn't open his mouth.

He felt that someone was watching him from the shadows behind the stone pillars of the ancient silent corridor.

A sharp point protruded from the snow-white hand bone, rubbing against the stone pillar, and then pulled out half of the eye sockets with rotten and shriveled eyes, and the lips were rotten to the extent that the teeth were exposed, like a smiling face.

Dressed in a nun's clothes, a nun's turban, and a black cross around her neck, she opened her mouth, whose tongue had disappeared, to a man.

Silently said:

"Congratulations... dreams come true..."

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Good night, sweet dreams

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Due to the personal environment of the stupid author, only four (five) schools are flourishing in my family, followed by Buddhism and Taoism, so I don't know much about foreign religious beliefs.

Part of the knowledge comes from the Internet, and I am very sorry for some mistakes, and thank you for your corrections.

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