Little Mr. is one hundred years old

The white crystal lamp illuminates the whole room brightly, the snow-white room is spotless, the big white bed is covered with bright iris petals, and the space is filled with the smell of flowers and fragrance.

Wearing a white bathrobe, the beautiful young man with snowy skin was lying on the bed, his eyes were empty, motionless, like a doll carved from jade, and his slender body on the big bed looked so lonely and helpless.But... this appearance can also easily arouse people's animal desires.

Seeing the wrinkled skin, the wretched old man slowly approached the bed, and unbuttoned the bag of the bathrobe on his body as he walked, with a lustful expression on his face, when his thin hands touched the boy's skin on the bed And when greedily stroking up and down, Qing Huan, who was looking outside, frowned—even though it wasn't her, but it looked exactly like her... Qing Huan felt her stomach churning...

"Don't you want to watch it?" M leaned into Qing Huan's ear and asked.

Qing Huan moved away slightly, and said, "I always feel like I'm seeing being molested... a bit perverted..."

"That's just an illusion." M laughed, "Hee hee, wait for Mr. Bai, the wonderful thing will start soon."

wonderful……

Qing Huan saw the old guy take off the beautiful boy's nightgown, cover it up himself, and lick the fair skin of the beautiful boy with his disgusting tongue...

Qing Huan looked away: "I don't want to watch..."

M, on the other hand, watched it very interestingly. Hearing this, he stabilized Qing Huan's body: "Hee hee, Mr. Bai, don't worry."

"I..." Qing Huan just opened her mouth, when M's expression changed——

"coming."

Qing Huan didn't know, so she followed M's line of sight - saw that the brightly lit house fell into darkness for an instant, then there was a moment of silence, and then the old guy cursed angrily.

Little by little, the candles lit up—many candles, and they gathered in that room.

Qing Huan saw it—they were all the servants in the manor, including the old guy's driver, and the two maids who bathed Qing Huan.Everyone wore black robes very uniformly, but wore white gloves on their hands, as if they were about to perform some kind of ceremony.

The old guy dropped the prey he almost ate in his mouth on the bed, and yelled at the servants who were usually called around by him——

"Who allowed you to wear such a disgusting color as black? Get out of here!!!"

But no one paid any attention to him, each of them had a solemn expression, and completely lost their usual meekness.

The old guy also realized that something was wrong with the current situation. He called out the name of the bodyguard, but he suddenly realized that his bodyguard on duty was also among this group of people...

For the next time, Qing Huan watched helplessly as those people tied the naked old guy to the cross that had been prepared, and then stepped forward one by one and hammered nails into his body with the hammer in his hand. Li—the blood kept flowing down and gathered in the black wooden basin under his feet... The old guy has turned into a blood man, but he hasn't died yet. He was dying... Even though he followed so far, Qing Huan seemed to be able to smell the blood...

Qing Huan still couldn't bear to look at such a bloody scene, but M kept her eyes on, with a smile on her lips.

"Why... don't you just kill him directly?" Qing Huan asked puzzled.

"It's too easy to die, they need to vent their grievances and pupils for so long, and... this is a perfect ceremony."

"ceremony?"

"Being nailed by so many hate nails, he can only stay in the abyss of hell."

hate...

What kind of hatred...

The last nail was nailed directly into the old guy's throat by the maid who brushed Qing Huan's back—his last breath didn't come out in time...

The two male servants carried the black tub and walked out, and the rest of them followed behind them with candles—until they left the room, they didn't notice that the beautiful boy who was lying on the bed had disappeared at some point...

M took Qing Huan to follow those people, and finally they stopped on an oak tree, but the destination of those people was the iris flower.

As they walked, they poured the blood in the wooden basin on the irises, step by step, as if it was a very sacred thing-they sang a hymn softly, and the hymn was full of endless sadness, besides , there is no other sound...

The strange thing is that even though we are so close, Qing Huan no longer smells the smell of blood. Instead, the fragrance of the iris is getting stronger and stronger. It seems that all the flowers are blooming at the same time—— Qing Huan saw Under the moonlight, purple dots of fluorescence appeared on the iris bushes, as if they were like shadowy human figures...

"When the dead rest in peace," M said slowly, "the ceremony will be completed."

After the blood was poured, the hymn singing stopped, and the people among the flowers hugged each other in twos and threes, crying one after another.

Looking at those people, Qing Huan felt her eyes a little sore.

"Beep beep-"

At this time, the sound of a police car came from far and near...

The evil in this white manor has already spread to every inch of the land.

It looks beautiful and pure, but it is ugly and dirty.