Obsessive Guidebook [Quick Transmigration]

Yang Boxan asked nervously, "What did you hear, don't hesitate to tell me quickly."

Under Yang Baiyan's urging, Zhong Jie continued: "At that time, Buck could still stand, but he was still stronger than me, but I was almost unable to hold on, and I couldn't die before I killed Buck. I decided to withdraw first.”

"Buck looked bad before I left. And when I climbed down the rope from the window again, through the window glass, I seemed to see..."

"I saw a woman staring at me, her eyes were terrible, but when I blinked to confirm again, the woman was gone. So I don't know if I was wrong."

Zhong Jie finally said all this, and now when he recalls that hallucination-like scene at that time, he can't help but feel chills in his heart.

After hearing this, Yang Baiyan's first reaction was, could that woman be Garcia!

With such a guess, he asked Feng Xiao, "Brother Xiao, is it possible for Garcia to leave there and go upstairs?" After all, it seemed that Garcia's movements were not restricted by handcuffs or the like.

"can."

I learned from Feng Xiao that because Garcia does not possess force, she was confined only in terms of words. If Garcia dared to leave her floor and set foot in other places, she would be locked in the basement, and her range of activities would be even smaller.

For more than a hundred years, Garcia has obeyed this prohibition and stayed obediently on the third floor. No one saw her leave.

When hearing this, the main suspect has become Garcia.

They didn't intend to waste any more time in the small town of Cod. Now that they had found Zhong Jie, they should go to 'visit' Garcia again.

Zhong Jie looked at Yang Boxan who was walking very close to the blood clan, ignored Feng Xiao's existence, and said directly: "Aren't you planning to go back to China? It is very dangerous to be with the blood clan all the time. The blood clan is completely different from human beings. If you don't stay away as soon as possible, it will be too late to regret it."

Yang Boxan also knew that Zhong Jie's prejudice against the blood race as a blood hunter was deeply ingrained and could not be changed. He could only smile, patted Feng Xiao's shoulder beside him and said, "He is also different from the blood race."

After finishing speaking, Zhong Jie, who was still thinking about the meaning of this sentence, was left behind, and followed Feng Xiao's pace.

From Feng Xiao's brisk pace, Yang Boxan couldn't help guessing boldly, maybe the other party is in a good mood now.

"Brother Xiao, walk slowly, I can't keep up soon." Yang Baiyan said to the people in front of him.

And after his words fell to the ground, the man really slowed down, which made Yang Boxan's smile wider.

The two went back to the old couple's house together and said goodbye to them.

Before leaving, the old lady actually took out a bottle of essential oil and said to them: "I'm really sorry, because the quantity is not very large, I can't give you a copy for each person. If you don't mind it, just accept it."

The old man was so good at giving them things, Yang Boxan felt embarrassed, took it with both hands and said: "Thank you, one bottle is enough, I really bothered you these two days."

"It's nothing, you are welcome to visit our house again next time." This sentence was said by the old man, and he gave his waist a hammer after he finished speaking.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of the two old people, they walked on the road when they started to travel.

Yang Boxan smelled the smell of lavender oil in his hand, and it was not greasy, which made him raise his head and say to Feng Xiao: "Brother Xiao, this smell is very suitable for you. You should smell it too, it smells really good. "

Feng Xiao's long legs stopped abruptly and stopped in place. He lowered his head and sniffed the glass bottle in front of his face, and let out a faint sound from his nasal cavity, "Mmm."

Only then did Yang Boxan withdraw his hand, he sighed and said, "I'm really sorry, they eat and drink for free, and even brought something outside when they left. They are really good people."

Feng Xiao, who glanced at him with his own eyes, didn't speak, but raised his feet again and walked in the direction of the car he could already see.

After they left, the old couple returned to the living room of the bungalow, and the old lady planned to beat the grandfather's back.

But just getting close to the sofa, don't be attracted by the strange things on the coffee table.

The old lady picked up the paper-wrapped thing, not knowing what was inside, and asked with a puzzled face, "What is this? Could it be that the young man forgot to be with us?"

The old lady didn't know what to do, but the old man had some ideas. He took the things and began to look at them, and then said: "Your eyes are not as good as mine. Isn't it written on this paper? A gift for us."

The old couple were still very happy when they received the gift.The old man's big rough hands began to unwrap the paper wrapped outside, revealing the contents inside.

As a result, after they were all taken apart, their surprised mouths could be stuffed with eggs.

After regaining his senses, the grandfather said: "This gift is too real, it's hot to hold."

"Yeah, can we spend our whole life?" This is the voice of the old lady who doesn't understand.

……

When he returned to Ravesno Manor again, Yang Boxan even began to get used to the life of such a master, without the nervousness of the first time.

But this time is not to come back to experience life, more importantly, the truth that has been approaching.

Entering the labyrinth-like corridor, because of Feng Xiao's presence, he felt safe, and he didn't have to worry about getting lost.

The two of them just returned to the place that Yang Boxan never wanted to set foot again, and even met the blood clan who was completely opposite to the weak and weak outside.

Garcia looked out of the window through the glass, and the white moonlight shone on her delicate face, and the sadness lingering in her expression was like a fog that could not be dispelled.

She withdrew her eyes from the window, and slowly faced them. She didn't seem to be surprised why they came to her, but smiled and said, "Are you here?"

Feng Xiao didn't want to say anything more to her, he just said: "Did you kill father? Garcia."

After he finished speaking, he stared at Garcia with a pair of captivating eyes, and the other party was one of the few people who did not fear his coercion.

Not only was Garcia not afraid, but he approached Feng Xiao with a smile, his gaze swept across his facial features meticulously, with a sense of nostalgia: "I think, my happiest time was when you were just born, then How wonderful it was for us to be happy as a family. But how did it become like this now?"

She wanted to reach out to touch Feng Xiao, but she blocked it, and her eyes gradually became crazy again, as if she was caught in a memory and couldn't get away.

"Mom tried so hard to teach you how to drink blood, why are you always against mom and rejecting me? You're really not good at all."

Garcia's words made Feng Xiao frowned, "You're crazy."

Feng Xiao hated blood so much that he didn't hesitate to rely on medicine to make a living. It seemed that he had something to do with Garcia.

"Isn't this something you knew a long time ago?" Garcia walked around Feng Xiao, walking barefoot on the floor without making any sound, "I'm crazy, whoever has been locked up for so long will go crazy!"

She yelled at the end, her tone unsteady.But her emotions always came and left just as suddenly, and the next second she changed into a harmless look and continued: "Do you hate me?"

Yang Boxan, who had always been a bystander, often couldn't see through Feng Xiao, and obviously, Garcia couldn't see through him either, so he asked this question.

But sometimes indifference is also a shield, which can isolate the temptation of the outside world. Feng Xiao obviously wanted to disappoint Garcia, so he just said again: "Did you kill father?"

After the ups and downs of emotional collapse, Garcia's emotions were like a hollowed out doll, and his eyes began to hollow out.She returned to the window, put her hand on the glass, and looked at the crescent moon.

And at this time, she was inexplicably similar to Feng Xiao, maybe because of her demeanor, maybe because of her temperament.

Feng Xiao didn't speak any more, he was waiting for her, and it took a while for the other party to speak leisurely.

"I did it, but I don't regret it. I'm the prince's daughter, and he should support me when I marry him, but I didn't expect to treat me like this because of some food..."

"I hate him, and I also hate you who ignore me, and hate all of this."

"Let's end today." Speaking of this, she put down her hand touching the window and continued: "You can choose to kill me, which is also a relief for me."

Garcia smiled, this time from the heart, not superficially.

Her non-resisting gesture showed that she was really looking forward to dying.

To her disappointment, Feng Xiao, who was standing there, didn't do anything, but his words were cold, he said: "You can't die, waiting for you is the basement, and that's your next destination."

Garcia's fingertips began to tremble, and her heart, which had been corroded by emptiness, began to throb again at this moment. She muttered, "You can't do this to me, it's too cruel, you know."

Feng Xiao straightened his cuffs, without looking at Garcia, he said: "You will do this not only because you hate your father, but also because you want to die. I won't let you do what you want."

His words were so firm, leaving no room for Garcia to say more, and after sorting it out, he turned and left, bringing a slight and merciless cold wind.

Only Garcia, who covered his face and cried again, murmured weakly: "Why do you treat me like this? Is it because of human beings... The law of the jungle is the law that human beings also follow. The powerful blood race should be above them." superior……"

She scratched her wrist with her fingertips, but unfortunately no blood flowed out, and the wound was still healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. She smiled wryly and said, "It's ridiculous, a powerful blood race can't even commit suicide."

After she finished speaking, her laughter intensified, echoing in the silent corridor, it seemed heart-piercing.

And the gloomy and damp basement is waiting for her arrival, and this will be her final destination.