Heartthrobs engage in bosses in escape games [Unlimited Streaming]

Yan Shaoqing returned to the basement after the others, and everyone piled the split blood pine logs around the coffin.

Blood pine wood is extremely flammable. Touch the corner of the wood with the flame of a lighter, and the hot flame will quickly spread to the surrounding blood pine.

In less than a few seconds, the raging flames enveloped the dark coffin in the center.

The coffin lid kept vibrating, but it couldn't be opened because it was sealed with wax oil. The roar of the beast echoed throughout the basement.

The distorted air floated around with rolling heat waves, and even the solidified red wax oil on the portrait melted again, sliding down the face in the portrait, as if shed tears of blood.

Soon, the coffin, the monster in the coffin, and the surrounding blood pine were all reduced to ashes, leaving only a pile of white ash like a hill.

"Things are not quite right, the owner of the manor has obviously been burned to ashes, why didn't the system send a notification that the main task is completed?" Mu Chenlong shouted in a panic.

Not only Mu Chenlong, but other people are obviously also aware of this matter, with different expressions on their faces.

The long-overdue system notification tone finally rang, but the released content was quite different from everyone's expectations.

[System prompt: It has been detected that the power of resentment from the owner of the manor has greatly increased, and the survival probability of players in the successor camp is decreasing rapidly. 】

[System reminder: Due to special reasons, this game is more difficult. In order to ensure the balance of the game, special reminders will be given to the players of the successor camp. 】

[Special reminder: The owner of the manor left a blood book full of resentment before he died, praying for rebirth to the devil, which is the source of his evil power. 】

[As long as the cursed blood book gathered by resentment is burned, the owner of the manor will lose all the powers bestowed by the devil, and everything will return to tranquility. 】

Two things can be seen from this special reminder. One is that the owner of the manor really turned into a ghost after death, and the other is that the conflict between the camp of successors and the camp of demon believers has finally been brought to the fore.

In order to weaken the owner of the manor to ensure the survival rate, the successor camp will definitely want to burn the cursed blood book, while the demon believer camp must ensure the safety of the cursed blood book if they want to wake up the sleeping ancient demons.

"Could it be that the monster in this coffin is not the owner of the manor?" Mu Chenlong finally came to his senses, but his doubts grew stronger. "Then who is the owner of the manor?"

"Didn't the butler say it before?" Yan Shaoqing touched the tip of his nose and analyzed with a sullen brow, "After the young master was sacrificed by the master, the lady nailed the master into the coffin and starved to death. According to normal logic, the master and the young master both After death, the manor should naturally be inherited by the lady. So I think, if the owner of the manor is not the master who died of starvation in the coffin, then it is the female ghost who was walking through the walls before."

"Not necessarily." Nan Gongque shook her head disapprovingly, her green cat's eyes shrinking into a line, "Who can guarantee that what the housekeeper said must be the truth?"

"The probability of survival is decreasing?" Wan Jiuqi grasped the point of the words, looked at Yan Shaoqing with burning eyes, stuck out his tongue and licked the sharp edge of the scalpel, his hoarse voice was full of hunger and thirst, "Does that mean that tomorrow you will be my guinea pig?"

Yan Shaoqing: ...

This snake spirit is really obsessed with the matter of dissecting himself, and he can't forget it.

"It's basically useless." Yan Shaoqing said with a relaxed expression, "Don't forget, you should be most worried about yourself now. I most likely belong to the camp of demon believers."

After leaving the basement, everyone went back to Li Mobai's body and checked again.

Li Mobai's heart was pierced by some kind of jagged sharp weapon, and he was killed with one blow, clean and neat.

Apart from the fatal knife wound on the heart, no other wounds were found.

Mu Chenlong scratched his head and thought for a while, "Could it be that the housekeeper did it?"

"Impossible, before the game starts, NPCs will not attack players wearing sunny raincoats." Wan Jiuqi lightly touched the blade with his fingers, his expression under the bandage was dark and unclear, and his black eyes turned in the direction of Nangongque inadvertently, "So The person who killed Li Mobai must be another player who also entered the game in advance wearing a sunny raincoat. Although the type is set as PVE after the game starts, players cannot kill each other, but before the game starts, there is no such restriction .”

Yan Shao had known who the player in the black raincoat was early on, but he didn't say anything on the spot.

Nangongque not only killed Li Mobai, but also disguised Li Mobai's body as a statue, and placed it in the hall majestically and confidently.

But as a neutral NPC, why does the butler lie to help the player hide it?

It's normal for a player to die in an escape game. What's the purpose of deliberately concealing a player who died before the game?

These two people seem to have nothing to do with each other, but they hide a lot of secrets, which is really interesting.

Now the situation is clear, they need to find two things in the mansion, one is the cursed blood book of resentment collection, and the other is the degraded black raincoat.

Of course, all Yan Shaoqing needed to find was the cursed blood book.

After the four of them explored separately, Yan Shaoqing casually slipped half a circle back to the basement again, while Nan Gongque had already returned, squatting beside the pile of white ashes, digging around in the ashes with a small black knife shaped like a fishbone, As if looking for something.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Nangongque picked up the knife and looked up at the door vigilantly. Seeing that the person who came in was Yan Shaoqing, he let go of his guard and continued to turn over the ashes with the dagger.

"Why are you here?" Nangong Sparrow nimbly turned the silver-gray blade, flipping like a snake in the white Dead Sea, "Didn't it be agreed that the bone crystals would be kept by me?"

"I'm looking for something else."

Yan Shaoqing ignored the murder weapon in Nangong Que's hand, walked quickly to the opponent's side, leaned over to look at the pile of white ash, and finally decided to retreat in spite of the difficulties.

He turned his head and shouted eagerly to the man beside him: "Ryan, go and pick up your favorite bone!"

The ghost-calling tone seemed to regard Ryan as a substitute for the dead poodle.

The corner of Ryan's eyes twitched, his eyes were forbearing, and before he started to find the bones, Nangongque opened his mouth first.

"Are you looking for this thing?" Nangong Que flipped his left hand, and suddenly a piece of white human bone appeared in his hand, and he threw it towards Yan Shaoqing's body, and said with a half-smile, "Don't worry, I'm sorry for you." I have no interest in side missions at all, do you feel lucky to have such a caring teammate like me?"

Yan Shaoqing reached out to catch the human bone fragments, and a system notification sounded in his mind.

[Congratulations to the player for obtaining the second human bone fragment, the current progress is 2/66, please continue to work hard. 】

He put the human bone fragments into the system space, looked at Nangong Que who was still collecting ashes, concentrated for a second, and asked aloud, "Why did you kill Li Mobai?"

"Why?" Nangongque sneered, "Of course it's because he accidentally saw my reverse cross pendant and saw through my identity as a demon believer. There is no restriction that players cannot kill each other before the game starts, so just to be on the safe side, Instead of doing two things, I decided to use death to silence him."

"By the way, this is the dagger I used at the time. Once I cut it in, I was killed instantly. I guarantee there will be no pain." Nangongque raised the silver-gray small knife with finely serrated teeth, and waved it in front of his eyes.

After finishing speaking, he twirled the knife around his fingertips twice, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Since there are only two of us here, do you want to do something bloody and exciting?"

Although it's scary, it doesn't really seem like it's going to do it. It's like a shy wild cat stretching out its paws.

Ryan lowered his eyebrows, and glanced in Nangongque's direction with his cold eyes.

Nangongque, who had been watching Yan Shaoqing's direction, seemed to sense some danger. The green lake in her eyes shook, and her public expression instantly subsided.

Not long after, a milky-white double-pointed crystal was dug out from the pile of ashes, two inches long and as thick as a thumb. The inner side of the crystal was filled with clouds and mist, like a ray of ghost imprisoned in it.

Nangongque took out a handkerchief, wrapped the bone crystal, and put it away carefully.

"All we need now is the cursed blood book that gathers resentment." Nangongque stood up slowly, with a smile in his eyes, mixed with some kind of palpitating malice, "Don't worry, I have a way to ensure that it will never One step fell into the hands of the successor camp."

The other players almost searched the mansion until the curfew came, but found nothing.

Yan Shaoqing didn't have a good night, and he didn't know if it was because of the exposure of the identity of the owner of Miss Manor, or because of some other reason, the female ghost who cried in the middle of the night appeared in his bed again at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night head, bowed above his head and wailed, raining blood crazily.

Ryan, who shared the bed with him across the [-]th parallel, had to disobey the order and cross the thunder pool because of his eagerness to protect the Lord. His warm chest was pressed against his back, and his broad palms were also covering his face. Almost wrapped his whole body in his arms, using his own body to shield him from the wind and rain.

This time, Yan Shaoqing secretly opened his eyes, and saw the true face of the female ghost through the cracks in Ryan's fingers.

The female ghost was dressed in a loose white dress, with black hair hanging down her shoulders. Although her eyes were bleeding and her face was pale, her appearance was not scary, and even a little delicate.

Looking carefully, although the woman's face protruding from the wall was covered with white dust, her face was indeed very similar to the female ghost in front of her.

Under Ryan's wholehearted protection, it was a bit noisy, but it was still able to sleep.

While sleeping soundly, Yan Shaoqing was awakened by a loud "dong".

He got up in horror, and found himself lying on the top of a silver cross, surrounded by many similar crosses, standing in the endless darkness.

There is a person on the top of each cross, some worshiped devoutly, some were panicked, and some cursed loudly, trying to climb down from above.

Those who looked in awe and worshiped humblely, the cross under their bodies gradually changed, becoming the reverse cross that believes in Satan and demons.

As for the cross that believed in the gods, its base corroded and disintegrated one after another, and it fell to the ground with a slam, throwing off the people who were struggling to escape on it, and fell into pools of blood-colored flesh and mud in horrible shapes.

With the first experience, Yan Shaoqing immediately realized that this was another nightmare created by the demon in the painting.

False is false, scary is also really scary.

He didn't feel that he provoked that ancient demon too much. How could this narrow-minded man have such a strong desire for revenge, and he had to do this to him every night.

While Yan Shaoqing was thinking about how to get out of the dream, the ground under his feet shook suddenly, tilting rapidly to one side, he lost his balance and fell to the ground, his body slid down the smooth silver slope.

The end of the slope is not void, but the powerful embrace of a man in black.

With a ghostly smile like a devil, the man hugged him deeply in his arms, and stroked his slightly trembling lips with his soft and fiery fingertips because of his panting.

The demon slowly bent down, the flames of hell were burning in his eyes, his hot breath almost sprayed on his face, but there was a cold bloody smell.

"Trust me, this is your only choice."

The demon said in a deep magnetic voice, his tone full of bewitching meaning.

"I believe it, I believe it!" Yan Shaoqing was about to go crazy, as if he was worried that this unlucky man would throw him down again, and angrily and fearfully raised the silver reverse cross on his chest and held it in front of the devil, "Such a big token Are you blind and can’t see? Why do you always mess with your own people?”

The demon narrowed his pupils slightly, his eyes full of danger.

"No..." Yan Shaoqing's slender eyelashes trembled, and his voice dropped sharply, "I mean, you see, I have carried this demon believer's token since I entered here and never took it off. Not pious enough?"

"Pious believer, I'm waiting for you to wake me up." The devil whispered softly, his palm gently stroking his messy forehead hair, with a deep smile in his eyes, "Tonight is your last time limit."

The moment the voice fell, the sun penetrated the darkness and shot in.

Yan Shaoqing raised his hand to block the glare of the light, and with a frightening effort, he escaped from the embrace of the devil and returned to his soft and comfortable big bed.

Isn't this damn unlucky man brainwashing him with terrible nightmares for two consecutive nights, just to make him believe in his identity as a demon believer?

But whether he is a demon believer or not, only he himself knows best.

Yan Shaoqing took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and said solemnly to the man on the other side of the [-]th parallel who hadn't slept all night: "Ryan, we must find the cursed blood book today. I have a strong premonition, If it drags on for another day, I will definitely be killed by that unlucky man tonight."

Ryan's temperament seems to have undergone some changes again. It used to be gloomy and full of ghosts, but now it looks a bit gloomy, but it reveals the anger of a living person.

"No." Ryan stared at him sideways, with a gentle tone, as if with a soothing magic power, "With me here, I won't let anyone hurt you."

Comprehensive strength rating F-, who dares to believe such big words?

However, Shaoqing took the lead in this kind of heartfelt words, and in the future, he will report with affection and complain with resentment.

After getting up, he found that the long altar had sunk into the wall a lot, leaving only a finger-width exposed outside the wall.

Two bronze censers emitting red smoke were close to the wall, and the outermost foot was half hanging in the air, looking precarious.

After the housekeeper came to deliver a sumptuous breakfast, Yan Shaoqing left the door untouched.

He didn't find anything in the house last night, and this morning he planned to go to the cabin deep in the pine forest where the ancient demons were sacrificed.

Passing through the pine forest and the cemetery, before reaching the door, I saw Nangong Que come out of the room in a hurry.

Seeing Yan Shaoqing, the other party was obviously stunned for a moment, but quickly restrained his expression, and advised him kindly: "If you want to find the cursed blood book here, you can go back, I have searched thoroughly, and there is nothing. If you think about it, you know, after all, it is the last place where the three items will be sacrificed, and it is impossible to hide the sacrifices so close."

Yan Shaoqing glanced at Nangong Que's curled fingers indiscriminately, and there were red sawdust in the nail gaps like last time.

He glanced casually into the room again, and his eyes fell on the wooden sign in the center of the altar. Yesterday, there were only three lines of hellish characters engraved on it, but now it has become seven lines, densely packed, and it is almost the end of the engraving.

Calculated, the cumulative number of deaths of players in the game is exactly the same as the number of lines engraved on this wooden sign.

[Big brothers, who can explain why Nangong boss entered the ancestral hall twice and three times, and carved such strange words on a wooden tablet. 】

[Don't you understand this?He would engrave a few lines of characters after a few players died. Of course, he wanted to offer those dead players as sacrifices to the devil. After all, he was a devil believer, so it was normal for the system to instill such incomprehensible devil characters. 】

[But why this pretty little brother can't understand the text on the wooden sign, and hasn't carved words on the wooden sign, isn't he also a member of the demon believer camp? 】

[I suddenly had a terrible conjecture, what if the little brother is not from the camp of demon believers in the first place? 】

Yan Shaoqing stood at the entrance of the ancestral hall, with a pensive expression on his face, "We have searched every place in the mansion, including the basement. If it is not in this ancestral hall, where else do you think it can be hidden?"

"It's not every place. There is one place that I think no one has ever entered." Nangongque paused with her hands raised, and said in a concentrated voice, "The housekeeper's room."

When the players are free to move around, the butler basically stays in his room, and no one dares to break in.

"Maybe there is a way to get him out of his room." Yan Shaoqing lowered his head slightly, and pinched his sleeves that looked a little loose, "For example, when making clothes."

There is a special clothing room in the mansion, with several sewing machines and fabrics of various colors and materials. The housekeeper once said that he would help him make a suit that fit him, and now is the right time.

"Don't think about it, it won't work." Nangong Que smiled, "NPCs say some nice polite words, do you really believe them? Besides, we are pressed for time, which NPC will spoil you, if you ask him to do it today, he will Do you want to do it today? If it takes ten and a half months, we will be cold."

"Anyway, you have no other choice, right?" Yan Shaoqing shrugged nonchalantly, "Why don't you try first, since you have nothing to lose anyway, let's talk about it later."

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"Do it, do it now. The most important thing I need in this mansion is time." The butler stood at the door with a happy face and high spirits, "Please follow me to the dressing room. I need to measure your clothes first." size."

The housekeeper bowed respectfully to Yan Shaoqing, leaning on a cane, he couldn't wait to walk in the direction of the dressing room, his lame legs were swinging faster than normal people.

Not only was this man quick in movement and boundless in strength, but he also had superhuman healing abilities. The wound that was bitten by a hungry living jumping corpse yesterday had fully recovered today.

Yan Shaoqing followed behind the butler, and raised his hand to gently touch a heart earphone worn on his right ear.

This was a special prop given to him by Nangong Sparrow before he came to the housekeeper. When he received it, the internal test report also included relevant information.

[Prop Name: True Love Headphones]

[Description of props: If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening.Even though the world is far away, my mind is full of your voice. 】

[How to use: When two players wear the True Love headset at the same time, they can hear the sound around each other, and the headset is invisible to the third party. 】

"Okay." Nangong Que's surprised and calm voice came from the earphones, "Then follow the plan."

Veteran players who have experienced many battles in escape games have basically mastered the necessary survival skills of lockpicking, and Nangongque is no exception.

There was a slight sound of the wire prying the lock cylinder, and a few seconds later there was the sound of the door being pushed open.

Hearing Nangongque rummaging in the room, Yan Shaoqing also turned his attention to the housekeeper. His task was to delay the time for the housekeeper to return to the room as long as possible until Nangongque found all the things that could be rummaged in the room. .

Yan Shaoqing followed the housekeeper into the fitting room. The other party rummaged through the toolbox on the table, took out a tape measure from it, and returned to him.

"Please stretch out your arms, just stand here and don't move." The butler pulled out the tape measure, his eyes flickered, and he suppressed some hot emotions in his calm voice, "Let me measure the size of each place for you."

Yan Shaoqing nodded, stretched out his hand in cooperation, and let the housekeeper stick the soft tape measure to his arm, wrap it around his waist, and even stood in front of him, pressing the tape measure to his chest, holding the tape measure with both hands. The two ends circled behind him, and the warm breath rushed to his ears, almost embracing his whole body in his arms.

After measuring his bust, he walked behind him to measure his hips, and his nimble and restless fingers seemed to accidentally rub against it a few times.

Yan Shaoqing: ...

This is a bit too much.

Although the butler's voice and appearance were the same as before, he always felt that some inexplicable subtle changes had taken place in the other party.

Ryan beside him didn't know what he was thinking, and his expression seemed a little dull, like a silent puppet, standing quietly in place.

Behind what Yan Shaoqing couldn't see, the butler's pupils, who leaned over to measure, gradually darkened, turning into a pitch-black deep pool.

It took the "clumsy" housekeeper several minutes and after many mistakes, he finally measured the size.

The butler inspected the piles of cloth, selected a piece of soft white cloth, and sat by the sewing machine to cut and sew it carefully.

Yan Shaoqing's task was to monitor the butler's movements throughout the whole process, so he didn't leave after the other party started sewing.

He walked to the sewing machine and looked around curiously.

This time the housekeeper's technique can be said to be quite skilled, but in just a short moment, the new clothes took shape.

However, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like men's clothing, but a long dress for women.

Yan Shaoqing frowned slightly, and asked aloud, "What are you making a skirt?"

"Yes." The housekeeper continued to move his hands, and said proudly, "I made all the skirts that Miss was wearing before she was alive, and she especially loves long white skirts."

After finishing speaking, the butler seemed to realize something, he clapped his hands, and looked at Yan Shaoqing in embarrassment: "Could it be that you want me to make a men's clothing? But, but, I can only make skirts."

Yan Shaoqing: ...

I can only make skirts, please tell me earlier!

Now Nangongque has sneaked into the butler's room, and he can't back down, it's really speechless.

"Skirts are fine too." Yan Shaoqing couldn't help but feel exhausted physically and mentally, "Go ahead."

Who says there are no losses?

For this task, he sacrificed too much.

Even through the earphones, he could hear Nangong Que's laughing voice.

In less than ten minutes, the butler completed his masterpiece. The white dress was so graceful, with lace trim on the neckline and edges, which was exquisite and layered. A few hollow patterns made the dress look more elegant.

Yan Shaoqing put on a white dress, stood in front of the fitting mirror by the wall, and examined himself in the mirror.

The delicate and indistinguishable face is paired with this lady's long skirt, which seems to be without any sense of disobedience.

If he had a younger sister who looked similar, he would definitely be able to make a real one out of it.

"Lane, what do you think?"

Yan Shaoqing looked straight at him, and met Ryan's eyes through the mirror.

Ryan stared at the person in the mirror. His skin was whiter than snow, his pupils were bright and clear, and his slender and thick eyelashes fluttered like a breeze blowing over a snow-capped mountain and deep valley.

His thoughts were in a trance for a moment, Ryan pursed his dry lips, and said in a low voice, "You look good, you look good in anything you wear."

"I'm asking you what you think of the housekeeper." Yan Shaoqing turned his eyes at Ryan in the mirror, "Forget it, the intelligence value of 25 is also embarrassing you." Then he smiled again, "IQ is not high , the mouth is quite sweet, after clearing the game, I will reward you with a stack of ghost coins and a joss stick."

Ryan: ...

Ryan's eyes dimmed, and he stared intently at the person in the mirror. He was not interested in Ming coins and joss sticks. He had something he wanted more.

"This piece of clothing is also made too fast. Is it human speed?" Nangongque complained anxiously on the other side of the headset, accompanied by a crackling sound of rummaging through boxes, "I haven't even finished half of the search, you Think of a way to procrastinate, and it will be fine in a while."

Yan Shaoqing sighed secretly, turned his thoughts around, took off the long white dress, and said apologetically to the butler, "This white dress looks good, but the color is too plain and monotonous, which makes people feel sad and loneliness, how about you make something more festive?"

It was the first time that the housekeeper was not very annoyed when he met a player who asked for so much despite being cheap.

After agreeing happily, the butler selected a piece of bright red velvet from the pile of cloth.

After more than ten minutes of careful tailoring, the red dress is blazing, charming and noble, and the silver sequins interspersed in the fabric are gorgeous and shining.

Yan Shaoqing took the long skirt and put it on, his perfectly tight figure did not have any excess fat, and the charming waistline was looming under the light and thin fabric, which was amazing.

For the audience who licked their faces across the screen in the live broadcast room, it was simply a beautiful visual feast.

In less than half an hour, the audience share continued to skyrocket, reaching as high as 92%.

If you follow it first, it's over if it looks good. At worst, the owner will log out of the game and just close his eyes.

"Not good!" Nangongque yelled vigilantly, "It seems that someone else is about to come in."

There was a creaking sound as the wooden door rubbed against the ground, followed by the sound of footsteps.

"Wan Jiuqi!" Nangongque squinted her cat's eyes and stared at the uninvited guest, her expression was full of vigilance, "What are you doing here?"

"Whatever you come to do, I will do whatever you want." Wan Jiuqi rubbed the scalpel twice, and sniffed the room with his nostrils wrapped in cloth with only two small holes exposed, his tone of excitement carried a smile , "I'm sure there is a dead body hidden in this house."

Originally, Nangong Que searched alone, but now it's good, the two searched while arguing, Yan Shaoqing looked up at the sky, and it probably wouldn't end for a while.

He took off the red dress again and played hard to play a picky customer.

"This red dress is beautiful, but the color is too ostentatious, which makes people feel gaudy and gaudy. I'm a low-key person, should I change to a gentle and light color?"

If it were someone else, the butler would have already swung his cane up.

But at this moment, not only is he not angry, but he is in a good mood, and his mind is full of inspiration and desire for creation.

He got up again to examine the cloth, carefully selected a piece of sky blue brocade, and buried himself in a hardworking bee.

"Crack!"

An untimely light sound came through the earphones, followed by the sound of heavy objects rubbing against the ground.

"We found a secret room." Nangongque said solemnly, "You'd better take a look too."

Yan Shaoqing was puzzled.

I found the secret room and didn't search it properly, but let him go there. What if the butler turns back halfway?Could it be that there were some other situations that Nangong Que couldn't handle alone?

He glanced at the housekeeper who had changed his job as a tailor, and said softly, "I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be back soon."

The butler's room is on the left side of the corridor on the third floor, and the clothing room is on the first floor, so the two are a little far apart.

Yan Shaoqing ran upstairs quickly, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw the secret door exposed by the closet. Nan Gongque and Wan Jiuqi had already entered the secret room.

The room was turned into a mess, all the drawers were opened, and the clothes were scattered all over the floor. It didn't look like they came here to find clues, but rather they came to rob a house.

Nangong Que was too careless in doing things, and when the butler returned to the house, she really couldn't hide it.

Yan Shaoqing stepped over the debris on the ground and walked into the secret room. Inside was a closed space of more than ten square meters. There was a bookcase against the wall, a wooden table and wooden chair in the middle, and a pen holder and stationery on the table. It looked like a hidden room. study.

Most of the books on the bookcase are harmful witchcraft and sorcery, and the books are frightening.

Sitting on the wooden chair was the corpse of a man who had been dead for many years, and his body had turned into bones.

The male corpse leaned forward to face the table, his right hand was hanging by his side, his left hand was stretched out on the table, his index finger was bent and stretched forward, and the other four fingers were holding a golden pen with the cap removed and placed beside it.

There was also a letter written in blue-black ink on the table in front of the male corpse's head. It was covered with a layer of fine dust, almost covering up the handwriting.

Wan Jiuqi and Nangongque were standing on the left and right sides of the table, looking at the words on the letter while being afraid of each other.

Noticing Yan Shaoqing who had entered the secret room, Wan Jiuqi stabbed the table with a scalpel, and said clearly, "Little white mouse, you two are indeed demon believers."

Yan Shaoqing smiled and didn't say anything more, he walked forward quickly, caught in the middle, and started reading by himself.

This is a suicide note left by Feng Tianze, the young master of Feng's Manor. The content written in the suicide note is quite different from the story told by the housekeeper.

[I am Feng Tianze, the young master of Feng's Manor. My father was seriously ill three months ago, and he could not heal for a long time.The younger sister loves her father eagerly, and from the housekeeper, she got a magic technique of sacrificing demons to prolong life. 】

[Instigated by the housekeeper, the two killed the servants in the manor one after another, and lied to the outside world that they were infected with the plague. 】

【Seeing that her father's condition improved, the younger sister wanted to stop, but was brutally killed by the insane butler, sacrificed to the devil, and lied about her disappearance. 】

【Then, the housekeeper created the illusion of his father's death, nailed his surviving father into a coffin with air holes on purpose, and locked him in the basement to starve to death. 】

[When my father was dying, he used his own blood to leave cursing words on the white cloth covering his face, but he did not expect that the resentment gathered in these blood words would become the best nourishment for the devil. 】

[The housekeeper discovered father's cursed blood book when he opened the coffin for autopsy, hid it in a hidden place, and gained the power of demons from it. 】

【I accidentally discovered the truth of the matter. I want to avenge my father and sister, and also want to prevent the housekeeper from trying to awaken the devil to gain supreme power. 】

[However, I didn't expect that when I was searching for the cursed blood book in this secret room, I was discovered by the housekeeper. He trapped me in the secret room and wanted me to starve to death. 】

【I know that this catastrophe is inevitable, and my life is not long, so I left this suicide note to reveal the truth of the matter. 】

[I hope that those who see this suicide note can burn the white cloth with the blood written on it, end the housekeeper's conspiracy, and bring everything back to peace. 】

The handwriting is clean and tidy, obviously written while conscious.

"That is to say, the cursed blood book is actually written on a piece of white cloth?"

Yan Shaoqing raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help but look at Wan Jiuqi, who was covered in white bandages all over his body, "I suddenly feel that your appearance is a bit suspicious, why don't you take off the bandages on your body, let us cut them open and examine them to prove your innocence. "

After finishing speaking, he really stretched out his hand to one of the drooping white cloth strips, and made a gesture to strip Wan Jiuqi, who was naked inside, clean on the spot.

Wan Jiuqi was startled, met Shang Nangongque's gaze, and was about to exit the secret room, when the sound of a key turning in the lock could be heard from the door outside.

He clearly agreed to let the butler wait in the fitting room, but he didn't expect to come back so soon.

The three of them immediately fell silent, and moved the wardrobe that was blocking the door of the secret room back to its original place, but they didn't dare to close it completely.

Feng Tianze's bones told them that this secret room cannot be opened from the inside.

It's a pity that the masterpiece left by Nangongque was too obvious. The moment the butler opened the door, he realized something was wrong, and immediately walked to the wardrobe.

The butler wanted to press the switch, but found that there was a very small crack in the wardrobe. With a condensed expression on his face, the metal hook at the bottom of the crutch also popped out with a "click".

He held the edge of the closet with his fingers, and pulled it sideways, the door of the secret room was immediately exposed, and the few people hiding in the secret room were instantly invisible.

Wan Jiuqi's bandages were tightened, his body bent forward, and he was already ready to forcibly break through.

However, when the butler saw the three people hiding in the room, his face changed several times, and finally he became a little panicked, took back the deadly weapon, and explained eagerly: "No, it's not what you thought. , you must listen to my explanation."

I was so flustered that I couldn't speak smoothly.

The butler's behavior was so unreasonable, which made Wan Jiuqi's alarm bell ring. He likes to dissect corpses, but it doesn't mean he wants to try to become a corpse himself.

Just as Wan Jiuqi, who was wrapped in white cloth, was about to break out, a figure whiter than him floated up and rushed towards the housekeeper.

A stream of blood splattered out, and the butler rolled backwards a few times. Although he avoided the fatal injury, there were a few more paw prints on his right arm with deep bones visible.

After the white figure stood still, Yan Shaoqing immediately recognized that this fluttering white thing was the beautiful female ghost who wailed by his bedside every night on time.

The female ghost in white stood guard in front of the door, as if she intended to protect the three trapped in the secret room. Three-inch long black nails protruded from her pale fingertips, the tips were curved, and fresh flesh was still hanging on them.

"You run away!"

A low and gloomy female voice sounded.

After the female ghost in white finished speaking, she swooped towards the butler again, and her outstretched Senhan sharp armor moved straight to the vital point.

The butler is athletic and agile, relying on his extraordinary reflexes and moving speed to avoid the female ghost's sharp claw attacks again and again, and even has the strength to use crutches to block and counterattack. It doesn't look like a ghost at all. lame man.

Under the female ghost's pressing step by step, the housekeeper quickly lost the wind.

Seeing the attack of sharp claws, the butler's body groaned, and while avoiding the fatal blow, he also raised the crutch as if it were empty