Xiaohua lowered her little head, and a trace of chagrin flashed in her drooping eyes.

The clock strikes midnight and the noise in the castle boils to its peak.

Blood-red moonlight shone through the old window lattice, spilling onto the marble floor of the hall, reflecting the glow of the demon.

The well-dressed zombies gradually changed, as if they had broken their shackles, and all the gorgeous clothes faded away, and the bodies with white flowers began to slowly turn purple, and festering wounds began to appear, and even pus flowed out.

For all these changes, the zombies continued to feast as if they were unconscious.

"Don't look at it." Xiaohua stretched out her little hand to cover the dill's eyes.

Dill smiled and didn't take his hand away, and it was dark in front of her.

Louder and louder sounds accompanied by heavy wheezing, the same smell escaping from the air.

Suddenly, there was a sudden silence around them, followed by the sound of "kicking" footsteps from far and near, the crisp sound of long, thin heels stepping on the marble floor.

Sensing that the hand covering her eyes had loosened, Dill tilted her head slightly, and her eyes were bright again.

As far as the eye could see, the zombies had once again reverted to their previous luxurious and solemn attire, only their unusually flushed complexions hinted at their actions.

At this moment, all the zombies in the castle were prostrate on the ground, facing a certain direction in a posture that was almost prostrate.

The footsteps didn't stop, but no one moved in the hall.

"Venerable King," a zombie kneeling in front of the front raised its head slightly, its eyes fixed on the void somewhere in the air, "Your people are willing to offer ** and receive your most precious gift." ”

"Heh," seemed to be a woman's chuckle, like the most dismissive mockery in the world, "you deserve it too?" ”

However, in the face of such arrogant sarcasm, the zombies kneeling on the ground did not show half of their dissatisfaction. Still in a kneeling position, reverent and respectful.

There was a slight ripple in the air, as if something was silently approaching.

"Tsk, that's a tempting breath." The woman's voice no longer stood tall and became tactful and coquettish, like a flower blooming in the dark night, swaying and showing the beauty of the flowers.

The captain of the guard felt something soft and sticky clinging to him behind him.

He glanced back warily, but saw nothing.

"Hehe," the silver bell-like laugh was bohemian, "I'm here, can't you see me?" ”

The captain of the guard was creepy, "What the hell are you, come out quickly." ”

"Hehe," another burst of delicate laughter, "I'm a good thing, I can make people feel the thrill of being in a fairyland, why, so eager to meet me?" ”

The strange voice made the fear in the captain's heart even worse, and at this moment, he no longer cared about the decency of any man, and shrank to Dill in conviction.

"It really makes me sad that you are avoiding me like this," the crying voice seemed to evoke feelings of pity and pity, "Am I just not letting you see you?" ”

Seeing the captain of the guard and Dill getting closer and closer, Xiaohua couldn't help frowning.

He held out a little finger and poked him.

"Ahh "Something moves me!"