God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

If Yang Jingshu remembers correctly——

When they first entered the Earl's Mansion, although the old housekeeper looked good, whether he was walking or in other aspects, he showed the malaise of an old man who was about to die...

And where is he now?

Yang Jingshu walked calmly, not even daring to breathe loudly, and followed closely behind the housekeeper to hide.

The tracking time was not very long, probably about seven or eight minutes, and the butler who kept walking finally stopped in front of an extremely luxurious door.

The housekeeper stood in front of the door and straightened his collar, then raised his hand to knock on the door.

"count."

The "dong-dong" sound of knocking on the door made people panic in the silent corridor.

Soon, a vague sound came from the door.

Yang Jingshu was far away and couldn't hear clearly. She could only vaguely tell that it was a man.

The butler looked happy when he received the response, opened the door and walked in.

Before the door was completely closed, Yang Jingshu quickened her pace and silently moved to the door and stretched out her hand to hold it against it.

As soon as she resisted the door, Yang Jingshu was surrounded by thick blood mist. Her heart was beating because of the inexplicable pungent smell in the blood mist, which made people feel like they were about to lose control.

The second before she fell into a trance, Yang Jingshu bit her tongue expressionlessly, forcing herself to wake up.

A critical and respectful voice came from the slightly cracked door that was not closed tightly.

"Earl, with two "cupbearers" and a few servants this year, we should be able to survive for about a year. "

Yang Jingshu lowered her eyelids and approached the door to look around the room.

The man known as the Earl sat on a richly decorated chair, his figure completely covered by the butler's body. Yang Jingshu heard him click his tongue, and said in a gloomy tone: "There is no "secret slave"? "

Yang Jingshu looked through the crack in the door and saw the butler trembling on his back with his back to her, and quickly said: "Yes, Earl, the "Secret Slave" is too difficult to recruit. "

It was obvious that the butler was afraid of the count.

Fortunately, the count didn't intend to say anything more. He just leaned on his chair, spinning the pen in his hand, and suddenly said: "What do you want this year?"

The butler was stunned. He raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his face, "Me? Me, what do you mean, Earl?"

The earl gave a faint hum: "If I remember correctly, your body can hardly hold it anymore..."

Can't hold it?

Yang Jingshu, who was eavesdropping at the door, was a little confused.

Isn't it obvious that the housekeeper is walking like flying? Why can't I hold on suddenly? And on the other hand, aren’t housekeepers and others not human beings?

The tone of the housekeeper in the room was trembling: "You mean, do you mean that you can let me choose one of my wishes this year?"

Earl: "It's not impossible."

He smiled a little weirdly: "After all, if you die, who else can help me with next year's recruitment?"

It was obviously a condescending tone of charity, but the housekeeper was so excited that he knelt down with a "pop".

The force was so strong that the eyelids of Yang Jingshu outside the door twitched.

The butler knelt on the ground, his whole body shaking violently: "Thank you, thank you, Earl!"

The earl sitting on the chair had a pale complexion. His skin, which had not been exposed to sunlight all year round, was so white that it made people feel frightened. However, his eyes and lips were scarlet like blood, which was so weird that it made people speechless.

Wearing a black silk nightgown, he threw the pen in his hand on the table out of boredom, looked at the old butler kneeling on the ground with his eyelids lowered, and said with a smile:

"What are you doing kneeling down? I haven't asked yet."

The butler raised his head excitedly: "You, you say! As long as I can do it!"

The earl held his head and said: "Next year's job fair must have "secret slaves". "

The butler was shocked and retreated from his excitement: "But Earl, it's true that looks like the 'Secret Slave' are rare..."

The earl shook his head: "The requirements don't have to be so high, just like a 'wine waiter'. It's just a toy anyway, as long as it makes me happy." "

The butler's stiff back slowly relaxed: "That shouldn't be difficult to find..."

He slowly straightened up, wiped his sweat and said carefully: "Earl, are you still going to take the "Night Festival" sacrifice to the church alone tonight? "

The earl glanced at him, as if he was seeing through the sarcasm but not saying it clearly: "I told you I would give you a chance to make a wish, and of course I will take you with me."

The butler's heart tightened at the count's glance, and he quickly lowered his head, "I, I didn't—"

Before he finished speaking, the earl stood up quickly and stared at the door with a crack not far away. His tone was playful and sly: "It seems like something is following here?"

The earl turned to look at the old butler, whose face instantly turned pale, and narrowed his eyes: "Butler."

"do you know?"

Yang Jingshu's breath stagnated by the door, and she quickly retracted her hands and feet that were sticking to the door. Her spine was pressed against the cold wall, and dense cold sweat broke out, almost soaking her entire clothes.

She left quickly, but she wasn't sure whether the count had seen her.

The housekeeper was also frightened by the count's sudden words and trembled all over. He quickly turned back to look at the door, and his pupils narrowed when he saw the gap where the door was not closed tightly.

It’s over, it’s over!

As if in response to the count's words, the entire silent corridor suddenly sounded the sound of dense footsteps, like a ghost that suddenly came to life in the castle, running towards the destination with gongs and drums beating when summoned by the master!

Yang Jingshu, who was leaning against the wall, looked pale and quickly retracted her feet that she wanted to walk back.

The footsteps came from both sides of the corridor, which meant that there were at least one or two people coming from each direction of the corridor. As long as she dared to take one more step, she would definitely be caught!

As for the fate of being caught...

Yang Jingshu didn't dare to think deeply.

Even though it was a safe period, she did not dare to take risks at will.

The footsteps in the door behind him are also getting closer, and the sound of running in all directions in the corridor is even more deafening...

A drop of cold sweat fell from her forehead into her eyes while she slept. The fine tingling sensation made Yang Jingshu squint her eyes. She looked up at the huge and gorgeous chandelier on the ceiling of the corridor, breathing rapidly.

I can only take a gamble...

The sharp mechanical iron claws that glowed coldly under the light replaced the white arms at a speed visible to the naked eye. Yang Jingshu squinted her eyes slightly, exerted force on her feet, and jumped up with the support of the wall. The iron claws quickly hooked the chandelier. The upper part is surprisingly very strong.

When the count and the housekeeper opened the door, they saw only servants running quickly from both sides of the corridor.

The servants' faces were equally pale. When they saw the earl at the door, they bowed their heads at the same time, not daring to raise their heads.

The earl twisted his pale face, and his eyes swept over each servant's face like a poisonous tongue, "Did you see anyone on the way here?"