Grumpy host, she just wants to do business

Chapter 231 Autistic Little Poor (34)
When I am most afraid, I call the person I love the most in my heart.

This kid's name is, her? !
Then the boy blushed and scratched his head, "Tan Sang, I... have a sister who looks like you, so I..."

Tan Sang nodded: "It's okay."

After such a short effort, Tan Sang carefully looked around.

It is a very retro castle, the floor is covered with soft bright-colored carpets, and there are only retro red high tables in the hall.

long.

At the front and rear ends are unfinished red wine glasses and dinner.

The yellow candle was still burning.

The candle flickered.

There is also an old record player next to it.

[Ding, the collection task appears, please host to complete the task of collecting this story. 】

As soon as Tan Sang approached, the record player began to creak.

It's old-fashioned, and a bit like electronic music.

Then a soft little girl's voice sounded, a bit British, and a bit eerie with the music.

[One, two, three kids.
One, two, three children,

Four, five, six kids.
Four, five, six children,
Seven kids, eight kids in love.
seven or eight lovely children,
Play snowballs hand in hand.
Let's play snowballs hand in hand,
Play snowballs hand in hand.
Let's hold hands and play snowballs together. 】

The music stopped abruptly, and there was an extra ladder in the hall, leading directly upstairs.

Tan Sang took the two upstairs.

It is also a retro red floor, covering a whole floor.

It seemed to be filled with fresh blood, bright red, yet indescribably bleak.

The corridors are filled with dolls.

The dolls smiled with their mouths cracked, but the corners of their mouths were full of blood.

It's weird.

The faint yellow candles flickered, and occasionally there was the sound of children crying.

"squeak"

A door opened.

It was bleak inside.

Tan Sang took two small drags, and a king was turned into bronze.

One didn't speak, and the other cried like a ghost.

"Sang... Sister Sang, let's not go in.

so dark..."

Tan Sang had a headache, and pushed He Fanxing in with some strength.

Tan Sang held Xiaomei's hand carefully, worried that he might hurt him accidentally.

Once inside, the door is also closed.

Not a shred of light.

I don't know what He Fanxing touched: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

A colder voice: "You stepped on my foot."

"Clap" sound.

The lights are on.

Tan Sang opened it, actually...

Ok,
It was Xiaomei who found it.

When the lights were turned on, everyone could see clearly.

Um~
He Fanxing put his hand on Shen Jiaxi's broad chest, right on the heart.

And Shen Jiaxi's slender eyes were hanging down, with the depth of the sea in his eyes.

One hand grasped He Fanxing's shoulder.

Both of them obviously wanted to push each other away,

But this really looks like a lively and beautiful picture.

stains stains...

Tan Sang's small eyes hooked up, looking very happy.

The two people's faces turned red, they pushed each other away fiercely, and both coughed twice.

It's very simple inside, like a place where a man lives.

A bed, a lamp, a bookshelf, and a desk.

On the table is a delicate red rose with withered branches and leaves.

There is another card below.

[My dear queen, I would like to be your believer. 】

There is also a record player like the one below.

The music played again.

Squeaky.

An ethereal little female voice.

[Under the moonlight,

The red light swallows everything,
There is only night here.

Roses twine, children's prayers.

One after another, the children were laughing.

Red roses adorn the home.

The light is approaching step by step!

whee……】

The child's laughter was eerie and made people's heads tingle.

The candles went out.

(End of this chapter)