Two pots of anthuriums, one on each side, are placed next to the sofa.

They are very beautiful.

The whole shape is full, and the leaves grow in a staggered manner, and no matter how you look at them, you will find them beautiful.

It was a very intuitive feeling.

It's just too intuitive, and I always feel a little weird.

He Shenyuan thought it strange at first.

It's just two potted plants, what does Song Yue have to care about?

However, when he looked closely, he noticed something strange.

Both pots of anthuriums bloomed.

The red petals are the color of blood.

The petals of the anthurium are more special.

It looks like a leaf, and it is relatively thick, holding a yellow flower core.

If you like it, you will think it is very good-looking.

People who don't like it will feel ugly, like plastic fake flowers.

Because this thing does have a plastic feel to it.

However, the two pots of anthuriums placed next to the sofa are completely different.

Anthurium is not a rare breed because it is very positive and is often used as a decoration.

I feel that it is prosperous and more festive.

Although He Shenyuan didn't know much about plants and couldn't name them, he had seen a lot of them in his memory.

He has a good memory.

When I think about it, I remember.

He found that these two pots of anthuriums were different from the ones he had seen before.

They're weird.

Even for people like him, who don't like plants much, when they see them for the first time, they will subconsciously think they look good.

What's even weirder is that their colors are a little darker than what I've ever seen.

It doesn't have that fiery flamboyance, but it looks like it is dyed with blood.

He Shenyuan immediately realized that there was really something wrong with these two pots of anthuriums.

Moreover, Song Yue obviously found out a long time ago.

He Shenyuan subconsciously looked at Song Yue, and when he saw that she had already walked to one of the pots of anthuriums, he immediately felt uneasy.

He subconsciously walked over: "Yueyue, you ......"

Song Yue had already taken out the dagger and lightly slashed it on the blood-colored petals.

The dagger is sharp and can easily cut through the petals.

Immediately after, the blood-colored juice flowed out.

It emits an enticing scent.

It's even weirder.

Although the anthurium blooms, its flowers are basically tasteless.

How could it be so fragrant?

Even if it is a fragrant osmanthus, once it is far away, the taste will become very light.

Barely smellable.

You can guess with your toes that there is definitely something wrong with this scent.

He Shenyuan frowned in disgust and came behind Song Yue.

At this moment, Song Yue stretched out his hand and grabbed something out of thin air.

He Shenyuan: !!

He suddenly sensed something.

Grievances.

It's so faint that you can barely feel it.

But it's endless.

Floated out of the wounds of the petals.

Song Yue kept pulling, as if she was pulling the threads.

After smoking like this for a while, He Shenyuan found that the mere resentment was gone.

At the same time, the anthurium, which had just been vibrant, suddenly wilted.

He died directly.

He Shenyuan immediately had a guess.

I am afraid that this pot of anthurium is watered with human blood.

And that man must have been so tormented that there was a strong resentment in his blood.

Only the anthurium watered with such blood will accumulate a large amount of resentment in the body.

The resentment is very light, indicating that the owner of the blood is just an ordinary person.

And when the blood was taken, the person was still alive.

Because once a person dies, the resentment will be heavier, and it will become extremely obvious, and it will not be able to hide it at all.

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