Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

"Okay." Shao Yan nodded and responded.

As these silks were really obstructing the eyes, Si Mo directly sent out a divine force, and all the gauze curtains in the room automatically opened to both sides, clearing a smooth path in the middle.

The two of them walked all the way to the coffin with pure black lacquer.

There was no lid on the coffin, and dozens of pieces of rotten meat and human bones were left exposed to the open air. No wonder the room smelled so pungent.

Shao Yan frowned in disdain and pulled Si Mo back a step: "Don't look at it."

"It's a bit disgusting," he said truthfully.

The black paint was glossy, and under the moonlight coming in through the window, it was coated with a layer of cold and eerie halo, like a visible icicle spike piercing into the viewer's eyes.

It was just a disfigured corpse, but the scene was more exciting than all the bloody scenes seen in the past few days. If there were people with poor psychological endurance at the scene, they would probably vomit after seeing it.

"..." Si Mo straightened up and rarely corrected, "Not a little bit."

Shao Yan held back the upward curve of his lips, as if no matter what Si Mo said or did, he was deliberately trying to touch his heart. Such straightforward words were a little too cute.

……

There was nothing special about the coffin. After Si Mo observed it and found nothing unusual, he walked around the area twice and his sight finally fell on a concave slot in the center of the top.

The card slot was covered with a layer of black cloth, but Si Mo could easily see through it and it was empty.

In addition, at the head and tail of the coffin, as well as at the top, middle and bottom of the slot, there is a white candle that has not yet burned out. The lacquer wax at the top flows down along the wick, and careful observation reveals that a few drops have even fallen onto the petals of the immortal rose that cover the coffin.

It's like the preparation before a ceremony.

For some unknown reason, he felt that the size of the card slot was just right for the red rabbit in his hand.

"Giggle..."

Si Mo stared at the card slot for two seconds, and suddenly he heard a few creepy laughs coming from far away. The sound penetrated the eardrum, pierced the skin and flesh, and pierced into the bones sharply, paralyzing the nerves.

All I could make out was a female voice, not a childish one, probably someone who was close to adulthood.

"Rustle, rustle—"

The sound of fabrics rubbing against each other, the threads of dolls breaking, and buttons on clothes being torn off.

These sounds played in a continuous loop, and soon Si Mo found himself unconscious.

"Did you hear that?" he asked, stepping back and closing his eyes.

Si Mo waited for a while, but did not get any answer from Shao Yan.

The scene in front of him changed, and when he opened his eyes again, his vision suddenly became bright—

Si Mo was not standing in a room on the third floor, but appeared in a magnificent lobby, where thousands of bright lights were focused on the girl on the platform at the same time.

At this moment, he was like an outsider. Neither the master nor the servants could see him, and they could even pass through his body at will.

What happened next unfolded slowly. Si Mo watched the revolving door silently, guessing that the time was probably before the case happened. The girl on the stage should be the princess who was loved by everyone in the manor.

"Tomorrow is your highness's coming-of-age ceremony. The manor must hold the grandest banquet and invite all the noble families. We can also take this opportunity to consider your choice of son-in-law for marriage."

Si Mo saw a familiar face, and it was the butler who spoke.

The butler's face looked normal at this time. He didn't look haggard, and his eyes didn't have bright red bloodshot. He bent down with a flattering look and handed the girl a handkerchief.

"Don't worry," the girl on the stage was beautiful, with delicate skin like cream, and her slender white fingers holding a handkerchief. Her every move showed courtesy and elegance.

She glanced at the housekeeper calmly: "Where is she?"

The girl lowered her voice deliberately, and a barely perceptible ruthlessness and viciousness flashed in her almond-shaped eyes.

The butler understood immediately: "Don't worry, Your Highness, everything has been arranged."

Hearing this, the girl nodded in satisfaction. She was so dazzling and eye-catching standing on the stage. It was obvious that she already had everything she wanted, but she was always unwilling to let the poor people get what they wanted.

……

The scene changed, and it should be some time that had passed. This time when Si Mo raised his eyes, he saw an especially dramatic scene.

A very clichéd Mary Sue plot—a frame-up by rolling down the stairs.

The white swan fell from the ladder and had only a few bloodless scratches and her knees were slightly red, but the noise of her crying was enough to wake up the other people in the villa who were already asleep.

The other girl who was standing at the stairs at a loss became even more panicked when she saw her owner rushing over.

In just a moment, her eyes were filled with dead despair, and she didn't even give herself a chance to defend herself.

The few people who rushed out lived up to everyone's expectations. They were most concerned about the white swan below. The housekeeper was the first to immediately offer to take her to the hospital.

Just before the ugly duckling was angrily ordered to be imprisoned in the basement, the swan, who was whimpering about the pain on her body with a wronged look on her face, shed pitiful tears and called her "sister."

'The one inside is my sister.' This sentence appeared in Si Mo's mind.

……

"I just fell down a flight of stairs, which wasn't very high. Why do I need a kidney transplant?"

This reason is really poor.

Tomorrow is the White Swan's coming-of-age ceremony, but everyone seems to have forgotten that the Ugly Duckling was born only five minutes earlier than her, and they were twins born on the same day.

No one will remember that when the ugly duckling is cleansed of its dirt, it will also become a white swan.

The owners of the manor had no doubt about the hospital's decision and no one even ordered an investigation. They simply indulged the little princess's unreasonable demands.

Even at midnight on my birthday, I watched the ugly duckling being pushed into the operating room, and when it came out it was a cold corpse.

She was pushed out lying on the hospital bed, her face covered with a white cloth and a large red area on her chest.

The medical field at that time was so ignorant that it forced a living person to donate his heart.

Because only biological sisters can be matched successfully, no one knows who secretly gave the order, but her heart was dug out alive.

But in the end, the operation failed.

Even without the ugly duckling's heart, the white swan is still alive and well, without any signs of failure as written in the diagnosis.

But as long as she sheds a few tears and says hypocritically "I'm sorry, sister", everyone will forgive her.

"It would be better to die."

"This will save trouble at tomorrow's banquet. We can't let other families know that there is another princess in our manor."

"What kind of princess is she? She has never lived in a manor since she was a child. She smells like country cats and dogs!"

"The doctor said that before she died, she kept shouting that she wanted to see...some nanny."