Unexpectedly, the person who stood in front of him to intercede turned out to be a mute maid.

"Go away." The heterochromatic eyes are calm and cold, without emotion.

The mute maid knelt in front of him and waved her hand vigorously begging him not to take the woman, her dark eyes full of humble pleading.

Looking at those pair of ink-colored double pupils, Zong San felt a burst of boredom for no reason, and in the deep memory of his mind, he seemed to have seen this pair of eyes, Zong San didn't remember, but he intuitively thought that those eyes should not have such a humble and pleading emotion, shouldn't it be a pair of lazy eyes with three points of ruffian eyes in the world? Whose eyes are that? His brain throbbed at this time, and Zong San had a splitting headache and couldn't think of anything.

"Get out!"

He suppressed the headache and pulled out his body knife and pointed it at the dumb maid, seeing that he was angry and the dumb maid opened her mouth twice and still had no sound, the more intense the headache became, the more impatient Zong San became, and poked the dumb maid into the shoulder with the body knife, the dumb maid frowned in pain and did not back down, her eyes were full of firm pleading. Blood splattered on his body knife, obviously the familiar smell of blood evoked many strange memories in him, and a few fragments flashed through his mind, and his head hurt even more. He obviously didn't remember those things, he didn't know why they appeared in his mind, had he ever seen this dumb maid before? Zong San doesn't remember. After pulling out the body knife and covering her head, she kicked away from the way, and left with the woman.

He dragged the woman along the road to the outside of the master's "dining room", saying that the dining room was actually more like a torture chamber, which was filled with all kinds of torture instruments. The master had already waited in the dining room to get impatient, and the red tulle on his body flew and gave him a slap.

"Are you trying to starve me to death if your hands and feet are so slow?"

After being slapped by the red tulle, Zong San's left cheek instantly bulged and swollen, and after the red gauze beat him, he rolled the woman into the door by the way. The door of the dining room closed instantly, and all kinds of screams of women could be heard inside.

Zong San knew that the hungry master had a particularly short temper, and the woman probably wouldn't die too happily. The owner has always been bad at eating, and when his temper comes, he prefers to slowly torture people before he starts eating. Every time you finish using the dining room and open the door again, it is absolutely a miserable mess, with human internal organs and meat crumbs scattered all over the room, and some flesh will even stick to the ceiling. He didn't know how the master ate, and he didn't mind too much, anyway, cleaning has always been the job of a dumb maid.

He obediently went back to his cage and waited, waiting for his master to calm down after eating, and then went over to serve.

Dozing off on the sofa downstairs, Zong San dreamed of a lot of strange dreams while half-asleep, and a familiar melody echoed in the dream, wafting a sweet smell that was different from the master's, and a vague figure.

There are no fish to eat, so let's eat peaches.

Zongsan, I've been waiting for you.

Happy birthday, Zong San left text.

Zongsan, I love you...

Boom... The sound of a cage slapping woke him up as he dozed off. Zong San rubbed his eyes, it was the mute maid knocking on the cage outside the cage, and when he saw him wake up, he pointed to it after gesturing for a while. He knew that it was the master who was calling him, and that the master was full? Zong San stepped out of the cage, and when he saw his high swollen left cheek, his dumb maid's inky pupils flickered, and Zong San ignored her and walked straight to the dining room.

On the torture bed at the back of the dining room, Yu Ji's jade body was horizontal, and she was full of food and wanted to sleep, and she returned to the beautiful and lazy woman, the snow-white body of the woman in the bloody and bright red in the room was particularly eye-catching, and when she saw Zong San coming, Yu Ji had spring in the corners of her eyes, and stretched out her hand painted with blood-red Ko Dan and beckoned to him with a smile.

"Come, carry me back to my room..."

"Yes." Zong San lowered his eyebrows and picked up Yu Ji.

The mute maid followed him into the room, bowed her head and began to clean. Thinking of the strange dream just now, Zong San couldn't help but look at the dumb maid twice, when did he start having strange dreams? It seems to have started with the blood that drenched this mute girl?

"The hosts... Did you help me celebrate my birthday when I was the head of the plane? Zong San asked the woman in his arms.

"What is the birthday of Fu Fushen?" The woman giggled, "I don't even know when you came out of the forge, how can I help you celebrate your birthday?" Besides, isn't it weird to celebrate a pet's birthday? What a strange question to ask, which stupid sect three. ”

"No... It's nothing. Zong San lowered his eyes, it seemed that the person in the dream was not the master.

The dumb maid bent down to pick up the pieces of internal organs scattered all over the place, and looked up at him a few times when she passed by Zong San's side, and she didn't intend to meet Zong San's eyes, and Yu Ji became angry.

"Who is allowed to see Zong San!"

The long hair behind Yuji whipped on the dumb maid like a whip, and the dumb maid knelt on the ground and had nowhere to hide, so she could only grit her teeth and let Yuji whip. Seeing that the dumb maid was beaten to the point that her whole body was covered with blood, Yuji was still unrelieved of her hatred, and when she saw the red-hot soldering iron on the side, the black hair rolled up the soldering iron and burned the right half of the dumb maid's cheek.

The dumb maid opened her mouth wide and couldn't make a sound, and there was a disgusting smell of burnt skin and flesh coming from the soldering iron, Yuji took the soldering iron, and the right half of the dumb maid's face was all charred from the forehead to the cheekbones, and the flesh was tangled and dripping blood, and half of her face, which was not beautiful in the first place, was ruined.

"Hmph... It didn't burn your eyes. Yu Ji threw down the soldering iron and snorted through her nose, "." ”

"Master, don't be angry." Zong San walked out of the dining room with her in his arms, "It's not worth it to be angry with that kind of ugly thing, I'll take you back to the room to rest." ”

"Zong San, it's still hello..."Yu Ji rubbed on his heart.

Touching the burned half of the face, after the two left, the mute lowered her head, silently sorted out the flesh and blood in the room, and let the blood on the right side of her face drip and flow.

Not long after eating the woman, Yuji's injuries gradually improved, but people became more and more lazy, and their temper became worse and worse, and they either slept in bed on weekdays, or scolded the dumb maid and Zong San for some reason, and often woke up and asked Zong San to serve her the human blood soup made by the dumb maid, and if she didn't lose her temper after eating, she would hug Zong Sanlang.

Contrary to Yuji, the wound on the dumb maid's face Yuji did not allow her to bandage or medicate, so after a few days, it became more and more erosive, always so rotten that the soup and water dripped blood, and gradually you could see the white bones in the flesh and blood, and the dumb maid's face was completely ruined.

The master's recent uncertain mood, as well as his inexplicable dreams for several days, made Zong San feel very irritable, woke up dizzy and had a headache, and had to deal with the bad-tempered master, looking at the dumb maid dangling in front of him, Zong San thought of the pair of dark but bright inky eyes like stars. Who is it! Who the hell is that!

Seeing that he was troubled, the dumb maid brought him a bowl of soup with concern, and when she saw her rotten soup on the right side of her face, Zongsan felt sick and beat her aside.

"Don't always shake your rotten face in front of my eyes, disgusting."

Touching the right side of her messy face, the mute maid smiled at him for the first time as if it were self-deprecating, and then bowed her head and left. Although the dumb maid is not very good, the things made are really delicious, Zong San picked up the bowl of soup, and it was a bowl of sweet soup unexpectedly,