Chapters VIII, IX

The palace's houses are made of stone brought from a shady place, and each room has no doors to block the view, suggesting that the previous owner of the palace was warm to visitors.

The figure outside the door was strange and strange, and the distance between the two footsteps was at least ten zhang, but the time was a moment. If it weren't for the fact that Shuoyue had to hide and peek at who was going to be seen first, I am afraid that it would have been found early, and no matter how good or bad the result was, the investigation would not have been able to continue.

The faint light peeked into the study, and in this cold place, in the freezing season, there was no warmth at all. Shuoyue tilted her head slightly to look at the place where the light fell, and it was a figure with a large head and a small body.

The shadow humbly bent down and bowed her head, making a gesture to invite you in.

Then there was a figure higher than the former, and the shadows of the two were stretched and dragged to the wall by the light, making it difficult to distinguish.

However, Shuoyue still learned the identities of these two people.

As soon as the man in the back entered, the cold water vapor almost froze into ice and invaded his nose. Hidden under the cold countenance, extreme impetuousness and the lingering shadow of death. He was almost certain to be the black-clad priest who liked to hide his mood with a smile. The owner of the other figure that just reached the waist should be the little servant named 'Chunhan'.

The two who came in didn't stay in the study for much longer. Chun Han walked to the wall, reached out and skillfully tapped a stone brick without any features three times, as if knocking on the door.

After three clicks, a three-foot circle of light was drawn on the wall centered on the stone bricks, and the moment the circular door opened, Shuoyue smelled a heavy smell of blood, as well as some faint exclamations.

After the two entered, the stone door was not closed. Obviously, the owner of the Shaohua Hall didn't do much to prevent someone from prying eyes on it.

The stone door was not closed, but it was convenient for Shuoyue to eavesdrop on everything inside. This time, the footsteps were no different from ordinary people, and he could still only hear one tone, and this strange thing reminded him of Yuki's statement that there was only one living person here.

So is this living man in the middle of the two?

The suspicions in his heart were all over the place, making Shuoyue unconsciously close to the stone gate.

Inside the darkroom

The little servant extinguished the light the moment the two stepped into the door, and the light of the candle was extinguished, and the people who were looking at the light couldn't help but stop moving forward, and their hearts were frightened and uneasy, and some women couldn't help but exclaim. The prisoners could only stare in vain in the direction of the doorway with their cloth-wrapped eyes.

Like all houses, this cell was not used as a door or iron barrage for freedom imprisonment, except for an unobstructed exit. But when they were brought in by the stun, it was pitch black, and the fear of the unknown monster hidden in the darkness became a shackle that stumbled their steps.

Chunhan, who has served for many years, knows that his master doesn't want anyone to see him. They were carefully blindfolded when they were brought in. There are guests these days, so he can only take matters into his own hands and lock people up in this dark room where an ownerless coffin was originally parked, plus water and food to ensure that these people will not die before the owner remembers to do it.

Tomorrow is the end of the year, and as in previous years, killing the number of people who died in the year he used the four seasons to maintain the balance on the surface. Exchange the souls of these people for the blessing of the gold lord for this spell.

The trouble is that the memory of the person is still there, and he can only take the rest of the people to drink the Lethe water made with his own blood. It is convenient for peers to instill new memories in them.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel nostalgic for the former owner who disappeared for no reason. is obviously a compatriot, why is his personality so bad?

However, he immediately suppressed the thought, for he felt the cold gaze of his master passing through his heart.

"There's a guy here, and he's not the right age. He listened to the sound of these fearful heartbeats in the dark, and found that one heartbeat, though fast, was much calmer and healthier.

For hundreds of years, he has been starting from old age and sickness, and has tried his best to prune this place into a paradise that is not subject to the abuse of birth, old age, sickness and death.

The soul reincarnation of Shaohua Village lies in itself, and those who die in Shaohua Village will also return to Shaohua Village and be reincarnated in their hometown.

After he sold the soul of the villager to the unknown person of unknown origin, in exchange for the effectiveness bonus of the Four Seasons Fortune, this process of sending death to life was broken, and without the soul of the newly dead, there was naturally no such thing as a new life.

However, for that sentence, he was willing to sacrifice his life, not to mention these parents and elders who had never treated him as nothing or even a cold look.

Wrong, the memory is confused, they have already been used up in the first round of the Four Seasons.

The black-clothed priest pressed his eyebrows, suppressing the knots that had swelled up in his heart.

"Back to my master, I found this woman this morning sneakily looking in, and I thought that this man must have something to do with her master, so I arrested her. The boy knelt humbly on the ground.

"Well, why are you peeping into here?" the black-clad priest turned toward where the man stood.

The flower girl who had a few words of conversation with the night was on the verge of collapse physically and mentally after being imprisoned in the dark room for the past few days. Although the black-clothed priest didn't know the intention, the young and friendly voice invisibly soothed her fragile nerves. After a while, she can explain the reason more fluently.

"I just wanted to send a freshly picked red flower in the morning to the priest who has been sheltering us. ”

After finishing speaking, the black-clothed priest only smelled a light aroma. With a little girl's body temperature, the romantic aroma of coral adds a bit of warmth, and it is fleeting in this cold place.

Is coral romantic? Isn't this a flower that should bloom in the spring? It seems that this spell is too weak to be necessary for the bonus.

With a thought in mind, the black-clothed priest raised the royal blue necklace around his neck. As consciousness prompted the blue light in the gem to flash, it shot a deadly light into the surrounding crowd.

As usual, there are eighty-one souls and eighty-one threads. Before the imprisoned people could scream, they only felt a sharp pain in their brains, and they were covered with blood. The romantic red of the coral is the last color in the world.

The killing move was surprisingly unexpected, and Shuoyue, who rushed to the door, was full of blood in an instant, and the moon-white robe showed a faint blood.

He had always been impatient with strangers, and even disgusted with the proximity of living people, so he ended the boring meeting as quickly as possible.