Chapter 63: Host and Guest

The surroundings full of darkness made Xiao San understand that he was still in a dark room.

In a panic, he could only stretch out his arms and grope around with his senses, trying not to be bumped into by anything.

Of course, the last thing I want is to touch the woman in red.

As a result, as soon as he moved, something bumped into his waist and hips.

Xiao San didn't seem too flustered, because he could obviously feel that this object should be a table or something.

But those outstretched arms inadvertently touched something that seemed to be hanging from it, cold.

Table?

Above the table is...

Isn't the place above the table where the woman in red hanged herself?!

Sure enough, what are you afraid of!

Thinking that the pair of bare feet covered with red nail polish were in front of him, Xiao San suddenly stepped back like an electric shock.

I don't know if it was due to excessive panic or too much force, Xiao San only felt that the soles of his feet slipped.

Then land in a parallel position of almost 180 degrees!

After a muffled sound.

It took a long time to hear someone scold intermittently: "You... Uncle!"

Xiao San, who was so bad, slowly struggled to sit up, his hands full of slimy things.

It was this thing that caused him to fall.

However, this fall still seems to have sobered up the little three.

It occurred to him that he didn't have a lighter.

When?

even secretly plotted to provoke Lao Tzu, and set the house on fire with a fire.

The little three, who was angry with his belly, was no longer as scared as before.

I fumbled for a while, and sure enough, it was still there.

"Smack!"

A faint flash of fire flashed in the darkness, like the only star in the dark night.

By the light of the fire, Xiao San finally saw what was stained on his hands.

Isn't it just...

The puddle of blood on the ground?

There was also a kitchen knife soaked in it, but no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it's used to chop vegetables.

Xiao San looked at this scene in a daze, and for a moment forgot that the lighter had gradually become scorching.

Because he found that the audience was like...

He's not alone.

A woman who was almost face-to-face with him was looking in about the same direction as Xiao San.

It seems that both are curious about how this knife is different.

The dim and bright light could only reflect the people around him dressed in red, with long black and bright hair dragging to the ground.

Judging from the appearance alone, she is definitely a woman.

It seems that it is the hospitable host.

Xiao San slowly tilted his head.

She tilted her head slowly.

For the first time, the eyes of the guests and the hosts truly met.