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The carriage traveled for a long time, and finally came to a slow stop. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Cynthia, who had been closing her eyes and recuperating, opened her eyes, then reached out and lifted the curtains. Glancing out the window, she lowered the curtain and picked up the handbag she was carrying.

Soon after, the carriage door was opened from the outside. Wheat shifted his gaze to see the coachman waiting outside. Cynthia stretched out her hand and got out of the carriage with the help of the coachman, and the wheat naturally followed closely behind her.

As soon as he got out of the car, Wheat tried to look at the place. Unlike the bustling town center, this is a green suburb. Surrounded by a large area of grass and bushes, there is a Gothic building, which resembles an imposing dwelling. Probably because of some age, the gray walls make the building look cooler. Wheat followed Cynthia in, and at this time the other party was taking a steady step, and his expression was full of confidence.

As she progressed deeper into the medieval mansion, Wheat realized that this was the same place she had been a few days ago. It was here that the woman named Cynthia held her own engagement feast with the man named Volento. In other words, this is Cynthia's home, meaning she is home?

Cynthia made her way through the courtyard, pushed open the door and entered. Unlike the previous bustle of the banquet, there were not many servants in the mansion at this time. It's just that there are some servants who are responsible for the daily sprinkling and cleaning work, and they are all old maids.

Everything looks perfectly normal. Nothing special, Wheat just walked after Cynthia.

Cynthia went up the stairs. A wide spiral staircase leads upstairs. Although it was daytime, the design of the whole house made it not very well lit. There was some darkness in the house. Such a large mansion, with no light, and so quiet that you can hear the echo when you move. Wheat felt even more gloomy and lifeless.

Cynthia's high-heeled voice echoed through the house, and she made her way to the third floor. There aren't many rooms on the third floor, so it looks like no one is here at all.

Cynthia kept walking inside, and finally came to the outside of a room. She reached out and opened the door. Behind him, Wheat has been following closely. In fact, she was also a little curious about why Cynthia came to this room, which didn't look like it was coming often. Based on the situation last time, Wheat knew that Cynthia's room should be on the second floor, so why did she come to the third floor?

Just as Wheat's confusion arose, she walked into the room. But as soon as she walked into the room, she smelled a damp smell mixed with another unpleasant smell.

Wheat wondered in her heart, how could there be such a damp smell in a room that was not frequented by people should be drier? And what about the other smell that made her uncomfortable? Wheat instinctively finds the taste very familiar. But I can't remember where I smelled it.

As she thought, Cynthia had quietly walked outside a cubicle. The cubicles were separated by a curtain that separated the empty room from a corner. Wheat wondered, what was she doing here? What is that mysterious compartment for? It's all incredible.

"Huh!" The curtain was slammed open.

With Cynthia's movements. Wheat instantly saw the scene inside. Suddenly, her stomach was tumbling, and she felt both frightened and disgusted. Because there was nothing else in front of her at this time. It's probably a fluid like blood.

Inside the barrel, the bright red blood emitted a burst of bloody smell. With a breath of dampness, Wheat finally knew what the smell was as soon as he entered the house. It's just that she didn't think of it. There is so much blood in this place.

Immediately after that, the next question came up, whose blood was all this? Is it an animal? Still is...... Human? If it's an animal, it's fine, but if it's human...... After all, why put so much blood in this barrel? What are they used for?

Just when Wheat was so questioning, Cynthia suddenly moved. She looked at the barrel filled with blood, then took off the top hat from her head, and untied her clothes one by one. After a while, she was naked.

Before Wheat could realize what she was going to do, the next moment, the woman had already stepped into the barrel. The sound of water sounded, and her whole body was dipped in the blood of the barrel.

Wheat was dumbfounded, she didn't expect the other party to do this at all. I was still guessing what such a large bucket of blood was used for, but I didn't expect it to be used for ...... For bathing? Wheat still had some difficulty accepting this fact, she had never known to bathe in water and milk, at most put some essential oil or flower petals in the water, and she had never heard of bathing in blood. Obviously, this is beyond her common sense, a phenomenon that she cannot understand.

Wheat's surprise was only one thing, but one thing was certain, this practice of soaking blood was definitely not to wash the body, because this fishy liquid would only make the body dirtier. So, why did this woman named Cynthia do this? Is there any special purpose? Wheat Du stood beside him, just watching the other party bathe in blood.

Compared with the nausea and discomfort of the wheat, and the surprise in her expression, the expression of the woman in the barrel seems to be more natural. She didn't feel anything wrong with it, her expression relaxed, and she even seemed to enjoy it. Every now and then, she raised her hand and let the blood flow naturally down her arm. The bright red liquid slid over her fair skin, making her skin look covered in mottled red lines, creating a stark contrast and a strange visual effect. Her skin looked more and more rosy, and it was not known if it was reflected by the red blood in the barrel, or if she had ruddy skin herself, or if it was stained red by blood.

This blood must be cold, right? Thanks to the fact that she was able to soak in cold, fishy, and unclean blood, Wheat's imagination made her feel that it was absolutely unacceptable. This Cynthia obviously looks so mature and charming, very noble, why would she make such a strange behavior that seems to be completely inconsistent with her identity? What the hell did she think? What is the purpose? And what kind of secrets are hidden? Wheat suddenly felt that things were not as simple as she thought they would be. (To be continued.) )