Do not disturb the evil spirits [Unlimited]

Inside the kitchen of the castle.The oily kerosene lamp flickered faintly.

Bang.Bang.

The heavy knife hit the thick vegetable pier, and every blow seemed to shake the table down.

The burly, bearded chef was silent, staring at the sharp reflection of the blade, his eyes were pale and dull.

The old butler, who was dressed in a black deacon uniform and groomed himself elegantly to the point of hair, walked up to him with a lamp, which illuminated a pool of crimson dripping blood.

The housekeeper frowned: "Why haven't you dealt with him yet?"

The chef's hands stopped, and his eyes suddenly shifted to the old housekeeper. He frowned and his eyes almost burst into flames: "There is absolutely no way I can go wrong with the meal I prepared! That steak is obviously very fresh! No It will make people sick! It's all his fault, it's his own fault—”

The chef roared, his upper body unconsciously tilted towards the butler, and at the same time smashed the boning knife in his hand a few times as if venting his anger.

"Okay!" The butler dodged the spittle from the chef, and his expression suddenly became grim. "No one cares about how well your meals are doing! Do you still think you are the former head chef of the castle?"

The chef stared at the old butler with a bit of grievance in his angry expression.

The old butler took a deep breath, and softly comforted a child in a coaxing tone: "Okay. I believe that there will be no problem with your craftsmanship. That guy today, he was unlucky, he drank poisonous wine, and that's why he fell on the ground. In the hall... Haven't you already vented your anger on him? Calm down. Control yourself."

The old butler threw the kerosene lamp in his hand on the table not far away, illuminating a piece of white broken limbs and arms in the basin—clearly belonging to human beings.

The chef doesn't seem to be comforted.

He snorted like a cow, turned his head and continued to deal with the things in his hand.

"You remember to be quicker...clean up everything before midnight." The old housekeeper murmured, "I don't want to be caught by those consulting detectives."

"Now, we only have five sacrifices - we can't do without one. It took a lot of effort to get them into the castle, and we can't fall short. The sacrifices offered to the gods must be healthy and complete Yes...we don't care about their spiritual problems, at least we should pay attention to their physical quality." The old housekeeper nodded solemnly, "Otherwise God will be unhappy. Do you understand?"

The chef responded as if he had been triggered by some key word: "The steak I prepared is fine—!"

"Damn it. I wasn't talking about that with you. Can you forget that piece of steak?" The old butler suddenly had veins popping up on his face, and his eyeballs were faintly turned white, but he quickly suppressed the fury Emotions, took a deep breath, turned away his face, "Forget it, what am I talking to you, a brainless crap..."

The butler turned up the lamp again, and left the kitchen with an ugly face.

The tall cook continued his work in silence.

He put the knife into the water basin and rinsed the blood-stained blade with clean water, but his dead eyes overflowed with chaotic disgust.

……

After Si Qingxuan finished the first scene with the awakened ones, he returned to the bedroom.

He stayed in the room for a while.Soon, his eyes fell on the wall clock whose hands were spinning rapidly.

Soon, the pointer skipped noon and afternoon, and stayed at 09:30 in the evening.

Si Qingxuan noticed before that the time rules of this ancient castle are very strange, it seems that the time periods that do not touch the "plot" are easily skipped.In addition, the only time that follows the general time rules is the period from 09:30 p.m. to midnight—"twelve o'clock", that is, the time when the old butler came out in an obviously inhuman form— Then at [-]:[-] in the morning, the time will re-enter the chaotic state.The night passed quickly like a tide, and soon a new day ushered in.

Although the accuracy of this time rule has yet to be verified, the young master gave Si Qingxuan repeated orders to never leave the room after midnight, and must stay on the bed—so "midnight zero" is basically a confirmed danger point in time.

After thinking for a few seconds, Si Qingxuan rang the bell to call the maid Lucia.

Lucia didn't seem to notice the abnormal flow of time in the castle at all.She just looked like she was having a full and busy day.There was a slightly tired look on his face, but he rushed to the door of Si Qingxuan's bedroom immediately after hearing Si Qingxuan's call.

"Do you have any orders, sir?"

Si Qingxuan asked Lucia to send some hot water to several consulting detectives, and brought a warning along the way.

Lucia didn't ask much, and left after receiving the order, which made Si Qingxuan very satisfied.

"Lucia is a very competent maid." Si Qingxuan commented, "She is smart, and the most important thing is self-discipline, knowing what to ask and what not to ask."

【High Priest, you seem very satisfied with her? 】The system interjected, 【Then how about we use this standard to recruit believers? 】

"I told you last time, I'm not interested in being the leader of a cult." Si Qingxuan said, "What's more, is it good for me to recruit some believers?"

【Of course there is!If the sacrifice is the face of the evil god, then the believers are the face of the evil god!Have you ever seen that famous ancient god who was a polished commander?Don't they all have a group of notorious horse boys and younger brothers! 】

Si Qingxuan: "...I should watch less Hong Kong movies, lest you adopt such a low-level tone. The serious struggle of the ancient gods, you said, is like a gangster fight."

[Actually, if you want to describe it as a gangster fight, it's not impossible. 】The system laughed out loud, 【Of course the ancient gods won't easily fight outside.But on this planet, it’s hard to say…]

【High Priest, have you ever thought that the era of the gods may be about to begin.If you don't establish your own power in advance, then when the struggle officially begins, how can you win them?Or do you intend to ignore all of this and live a life of incognito and exile in the mysterious world? 】

"..."

Si Qingxuan did not give an answer.

He knocked on the closet door.The real young master Morlandon crawled out of the closet with his head poking around.

"Is it night again?" The young master looked at the gloomy night outside the window and said softly, "Time flies so fast..."

Si Qingxuan deliberately tested whether he had noticed the abnormality of time flow in the castle, so he asked him: "You haven't eaten for a whole day. Don't you feel hungry?"

After he finished speaking, the young master blinked, but fell into confusion: "Really? But I'm not hungry at all."

"Not hungry, right? That's good. Tell me more about Sophie." Si Qingxuan said, "It's the maid who hanged herself with the child."

"I'm not familiar with Sophie, so I can't say one, two, three, four." The young master sat in front of Si Qingxuan and recalled it.

"Who is she closer to in the castle, and who is she most distant from... Forget it, you probably don't know these questions. Before her accident, did you see any abnormal behavior of her? Or in the castle? Did anything weird happen?"

"I didn't pay attention." The young master covered his head, "By the time I realized it, something serious had happened in the castle. Every day after midnight, the people in the castle would look different...including The steward, the head cook, all the other servants of both sexes. Except the castle doctor—he is not a servant of the castle, not only employed by our family, and does not live in the castle at night."

"They would turn into monsters and wander around the castle. At the same time, Sophie would hang herself in the woods and hang herself crying. They would not stop until an hour or two later."

After listening to this, Si Qingxuan was thoughtful: "Have you tried to escape from this ancient castle?"

The young master's expression obviously paused, and he averted his eyes in embarrassment.

"Yes, I tried." The young master said, "As the heir of the family, the owner of the castle, but I just want to escape all day long... I know I am useless. But I really tried my best. Every day I I have nightmares at night, those harsh noises that keep ringing in my ears... I don't know how to stop it. But no matter how I run, I can't get out of here."

"Once, I took advantage of their inattention and even escaped to the edge of the wall. But suddenly there was a heavy fog, and I fell asleep in a daze. When I woke up, I went back to my room— —as if I had never left the room at all!"

Si Qingxuan, who also inherited the old castle and found out that the old castle is actually haunted, of course understands how this unlucky rich second generation feels.

So he sighed and said, "I can understand you."

"Really?" The young master raised his head in surprise, "Then are you willing to help me leave this castle?"

Si Qingxuan: "...Don't talk to me in this tone of giving players tasks."

The disappointed young master: "Then you just don't want to help me?"

"Of course I will help you." Si Qingxuan smiled, "But I will not help you escape, I want to help you destroy these monsters together."

Young Master: "..."

In the next second, the young master turned around and burrowed into the depths of the closet in a vigorous, freestyle posture.Si Qingxuan quickly grabbed his back collar and pulled him outside.

"Let me go! If you want to die, go yourself! You'd better let me starve to death in this closet!"

"Hey." Si Qingxuan grabbed him in front of him, patted his face, "Be sober—" Si Qingxuan was about to continue persuading, when he heard the system call: [Quick, High Priest, you The ex-boyfriend came to smash your window! 】

Si Qingxuan froze for half a second, then used the remaining half a second to stuff a large piece of cloth into the still struggling young master's mouth, then threw him into the cabinet and locked the door.

So, after a total of one second, he resumed his calm look, and cast a slight glance out of the window——

The night was silent, only the silk curtains were swaying slightly.

【He's just outside the window now, peeping at us. 】

【Hmph, fortunately, I thought he was a serious person. I didn't expect the young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes to be so careless in private!The first time we met during the day, oh no, it should be the second time - I came to pick up the window of the little boy at night!She simply doesn't obey her husband's morals and doesn't talk about masculinity! 】

Si Qingxuan: I think you don't know what to say!

He cut off the seemingly noisy but extremely excited system. The system seemed to have a premonition, and before it was cut off, it made a soft "beep" sound, which made it scream a thousand times, and was ashamed to speak. It made Si Qingxuan get goosebumps all over his body.

Si Qingxuan took a deep breath, walked to the window, pushed the window open with a "bang", turned his head and saw Zhao Ling who was stepping on the outer wall and was about to open the window.

Suddenly hit the two people who met each other: "..."

silence.Silence is them tonight.

A gust of night wind blew past, Si Qingxuan seemed to be awakened with a start, he couldn't control his expression as soon as he spoke, and showed a distorted smile: "Oh, Mr. Detective, you have a lot of leisure at night. Ah, come to pick someone's window?"

Si Qingxuan didn't believe that Zhaolin was interested in the young master's shell, because Si Qingxuan's own appearance was by no means inferior to the vest he was wearing now.Zhaolin had been in love with him before, so it was impossible for him to have any special thoughts about the young master.

"Why, do you want to find out more information in the castle?" Si Qingxuan said, "Then I can only say——you came to the wrong place."

"I didn't come to the wrong place, and I didn't come to seek information." Zhaolin held onto the window sill with one hand, stepped on the window sill, and landed in front of Si Qingxuan like a nimble bird. He bent down and fixed his eyes on Si Qingxuan's face. Eyes, "I'm here to find you."

Si Qingxuan: "..."

Si Qingxuan raised his eyebrows, the smile on his face remained the same, but the fire in his heart became more and more intense: "What do you mean? You like me?"

Si Qingxuan swore that if this man dared to say something like "You look a lot like my ex-boyfriend", he would kick him off the window sill.

... However, if he didn't mention Si Qingxuan at all in what he said, Si Qingxuan would not be happy either.

Think about it, Mr. Ex-Boyfriend, your life is in your own hands.

Si Qingxuan raised his head, waiting to see what Zhao Lin would say through an illusory mask.

The man with black hair and black eyes stared at him with burning eyes, his face was as lonely and gorgeous as an ancient knife, but the sense of distance that had been maintained before had quietly disappeared - as if the dead pool of water had been injected with new vitality, Even a little ripple is exciting enough.

He spoke with a slightly hoarse voice:

"……May I have your name?"

Time went back to their sophomore year in an instant.

That year, the girl the school bully had a crush on confessed to Si Qingxuan.From then on, Si Qingxuan's boring campus life became wild.After being harassed for many days, Si Qingxuan couldn't bear it anymore, and was ready to fight back: He heard that the school bully often sneaked out of the school to skip classes, so one day, he also specially skipped the self-study class, with a book of five and three in his left hand, With a thorny wooden stick in his right hand, he sat on the high wall of the school's back door and waited for the rabbit, planning to have a one-on-one Mortal Kombat with the school bully when he appeared.

Si Qingxuan studied fencing and taekwondo systematically when he was a child—it's just that he looks handsome and gentle, and looks like a delicate and rich second generation who has no strength to restrain a chicken.In fact, it's just a school bully who hasn't passed the second term in middle school, so it's strange that he would lose.People might even scold him for "pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, not practicing martial arts".

But Si Qingxuan waited from the afternoon until it was almost dark, and he didn't wait for the school tyrant to come, but waited for him with a broom to take care of him on duty.

Zhao Lin looked at Si Qingxuan who was sitting on the wall, at first he thought he was the school bully who was famous throughout No. [-] Middle School.He saw the bright red Wusan in Si Qingxuan's hand at a glance, and he was still muttering in his heart: What kind of human high-quality school bully is this, who can't attend a good self-study class, and climbs on the wall to solve the questions?

Do you think the air on the wall is better, or do you feel that the stimulation of stepping on the bottom line of the school rules can improve the thinking ability of the brain?

It wasn't until Zhao Lin vaguely saw a thick wooden stick in the opponent's hand that he knew that this person was probably waiting for a fight.

Out of the self-consciousness of a good student, Zhao Lin raised his head and said, "Student, it's time for school to end, you should go home."

The person on the wall said "hmm", and Wu San covered his face, as if he didn't hear what he was saying.

Zhaolin: "..."

Zhaolin sighed helplessly, put the broom aside, slammed it against the wall, and said, "I said—"

Si Qingxuan turned his head, half of his face was exposed from behind the book cover.He looks like a mixed race, his clear blue pupils are like a shimmering shallow sea, and he has the magic power to make people speechless.

Si Qingxuan: "?"

Si Qingxuan didn't seem to notice that someone was so close to him, so he subconsciously leaned back.Zhao Lin leaned forward and held him until he sat down firmly before letting go, saying: "Be careful."

Si Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around to thank Zhaolin.

"By the way, what did you just say?" Si Qingxuan asked belatedly.

"..." Zhao Lin met the other party's gaze, and repeated the words he had prepared in his heart before, "It's time for school, and no one will come if you wait any longer. Also, since you want to study, don't Continue to break the school rules again. Even if your current academic performance is not satisfactory, you still have hope—"

Looking at that face, it looks cold and unwilling to meddle in other people's business.At this moment, he is like an old mother, racking his brains to make his preaching sound gentler and easier for children in the rebellious period to accept.

It's funny and fun.

Si Qingxuan suddenly became playful.He has never met a few school bullies, and he doesn't know what school bullies usually look like, but he is more visible as a dandy: "You care about me? The school library is donated by my family. As long as I want, my family can use this school Refurbished inside and out—do you think they're going to expel me? Do you think I broke the school rules and it's going to affect me?"

Zhao Lin frowned.

When he frowned, the low air pressure around him became more obvious.

"Forget me meddling."

What else is there to say?Different road non-phase plan.Saying more is just a waste of time.

After finishing speaking, Zhao Lin turned around and left, but Si Qingxuan grabbed the hem of his shirt.

"Don't go so fast." In a lazy tone, the ending sound rose slightly, like a cat biting a person's finger with the tip of its teeth and acting coquettishly, it hurt a little, and made people reluctant to blame him, "Oh, what's your name? , which class?"

Time flows.

Zhaolin came to pick up Si Qingxuan's wall again.

But they had switched roles - the one who asked "what's your name" and the one who was eager to keep the other party was no longer Si Qingxuan.

At this time, the zero o'clock bell struck again.

Si Qingxuan lowered his head, the emotion in his eyes was hidden under the thick eyelashes.

He knew that Zhao Lin was deliberately tempting him with this sentence.In fact, he shouldn't show any extreme reaction - if he doesn't want to be seen as "Si Qingxuan".

But in the end, the bitterness and resentment that was already boiling in his heart still flowed wantonly like magma, almost burning his throat.

Si Qingxuan raised his head, showing the ugliest smile in his life, stepped on the window sill, and kicked the opponent to the side tiles like a dog's skin plaster with a standard roundabout kick.

"As expected, you should die for the Lord." Si Qingxuan said, "It's more relieved."