Non-Human Seeking Re-employment

In fact, there is no difference between day and night in the castle, they are all blocked by a thick black cloud, and the sunlight is dim.

It's just that after the sun went down, the darkness became thicker and thicker.

When the night bells rang through the castle, the dinner party began.

The plaid shirt and the bald middle-aged man came to the hall first, and they sat in the corner with a little uneasiness on their faces.

After the beard fell ill for no reason, they became more vigilant and dared not touch anything indiscriminately, for fear of committing some taboo and costing their lives in vain.

Even the delicious food in front of them didn't shake them a bit.

Shen Dongqing did not have this taboo.

In his opinion, this game is similar to a vacation, with no psychological burden at all, just sit down and pick up a piece of warm apple pie and deliver it to his mouth.

Plaid Shirt asked in a low voice: "Are you still eating?"

Maybe the bearded man had an accident last night because he ate the most.

Shen Dongqing stopped and said, "It's delicious."

Plaid Shirt glanced at the delicious food on the table, swallowed quietly, but still didn't dare to move.

creak-

The door was suddenly pushed open, attracting everyone's attention.

The housekeeper owed her.

I saw that the Earl was late.

The count was wearing a black dress, the exposed skin was pale and fragile, and he was wearing a black veil, covering most of his face, only his scarlet and full lips could be seen.

"Good evening, ladies."

The count picked up the corner of his skirt and walked slowly towards the main seat.

Following her movements, the black veil slightly lifted, and a fleeting face could be seen.

The Earl is a 50-[-]-year-old lady, well-maintained and elegant.

But if the bearded man was here, he would definitely be astonished—the earl he killed last night was obviously an old woman who was dying.

But those present did not know.

The count raised the wine glass on the seat: "Welcome to come, the Harvest Festival will become... colorful because of you."

After she finished speaking, she drank the red wine in the glass, and her lips were stained with wine, making her look even more rosy.

The count put down his wine glass, looked at the plaid shirt and the bald middle-aged man who dared not move, and chuckled lightly: "It seems that the girl is more shy this time, am I that scary?"

"no no……"

The plaid shirt and the bald-headed middle-aged man shook their heads again and again, quickly raised their wine glasses, and took a sip tremblingly.

The earl hooked his lips in satisfaction: "Then, let's begin..."

Zhou Wenyan interrupted her: "Master Earl, what is the Harvest Festival?"

The earl's eyes fell on Zhou Wenyan, and after seeing that the other party was not wearing a gorgeous dress, his voice became a lot colder: "Of course it is to celebrate the harvest bestowed by God."

"Okay, let's start the dance."

The voice fell, and bursts of music sounded in the corner.

The plaid shirt and the bald middle-aged man did not dare to act first, but looked at others.

Zhou Wenyan stood up first, and stretched out his hand towards Shen Dongqing: "Can I invite you to dance?"

Shen Dongqing was still eating, her cheeks on both sides were bulging, and she said vaguely, "I don't know."

Zhou Wenyan said, "I'll teach you."

The two got up and walked onto the dance floor in the center of the hall.

Zhou Wenyan held Shen Dongqing with one hand, put the other on the back of his waist, and said softly, "Put your hands on my shoulders."

Shen Dongqing likes to study human behavior, and is interested in everything.

He obediently put his hand on Zhou Wenyan's shoulder, and followed his footsteps.

Fortunately, Zhou Wenyan was tall, so it didn't go against him to lead Shen Dongqing in the women's step.

The count looked at the two people dancing on the dance floor, narrowed his eyes slightly, and glanced at the remaining three people.

Sensing danger, Wu Jia grabbed the plaid shirt without hesitation and dragged it to the dance floor.

Plaid Shirt: "What are you doing?!"

Wu Jia: "If you want to survive, dance!"

Then the two big men stiffly started dancing.

The count looked at the only remaining bald middle-aged man, and was a little dissatisfied with the sparse crown of his head, but he still stepped forward and lifted the corner of his skirt.

"Beautiful lady, may I invite you to dance with me?"

The beautiful bald "Miss" trembled and wanted to ask other people for help, but no one wanted to dedicate their lives to others.

Under the black veil, the count's mouth curled up strangely: "Don't you want to? That's such a pity..."

The bald middle-aged man hurriedly said: "I am willing!"

The count stretched out his hand: "It's a great honor."

But she felt very regretful on her face, as if regretting why the bald middle-aged man didn't refuse her invitation.

The bald middle-aged man showed a smile uglier than crying, and took the earl's hand.

The two stepped onto the dance floor.

At a glance, there are already three couples on the dance floor.

It's just that one of the couple's footsteps is stiff, stepping on each other's feet from time to time, like two geese fighting.

The other pair is more harmonious.

Zhou Wenyan held Shen Dongqing in his arms. He was clearly wearing a simple shirt and jeans, but he looked like a real noble gentleman, looking down at the person in his arms from time to time.

And Shen Dongqing also blended into the dance music under his leadership.

And the weirdest couple is the Earl and her bald "Miss".

The Earl moved gracefully and looked natural, but her partner was shaking like a sieve, as if she was dancing face-to-face with her portrait.

The bald middle-aged man suppressed his fear, and wanted to get away from the count as soon as he finished the dance.

Just jumping and jumping, he suddenly smelled a fragrance.

If there is nothing, it is like sandalwood.

After the aftertaste, there is still a faint smell of rust.

The bald middle-aged man was in a daze for a moment, and even forgot to be afraid. He looked straight at the earl, and danced a standard dance like a marionette.

The music stops.

The count leaned into the bald middle-aged man's ear and whispered softly, "I'll wait for you tonight..."

The bald middle-aged man's face was dull, and his voice was erratic: "Okay."

The count smiled lightly and let go of his hand: "Happy time is always short, the banquet is over here, excuse me."

She walked out of the hall under the service of the servants.

The door closed slowly with a muffled sound.

The bald middle-aged man was like waking up from a big dream, sweating like rain, his legs were so weak that he could hardly walk.

Zhou Wenyan glanced at him: "It's a pity that I was not selected."

Wu Jia thought silently: If you were chosen, the Earl might be the next victim.

The dinner is over.

The players returned to their respective rooms.

The bald middle-aged man was not in the right state. He returned to the room with a pale face, but he didn't respond when others called him.

Zhou Wenyan, Wu Jia and Shen Dongqing gathered in the same room again.

Zhou Wenyan flipped through the book he brought back from the library, and casually glanced at Wu Jia who was sitting in the corner: "I've never thought you were such an eyesore."

Wu Jia didn't dare to say anything, she could only try to shrink her body so as not to disturb these two.

Shen Dongqing leaned over: "What are you looking at?"

Zhou Wenyan said: "An anecdote on the territory of Carlisle."

Shen Dongqing glanced at it, and there were all crooked little tadpoles written on it. He didn't know any of them, so he sighed sincerely: "You know so much."

It might be that Shen Dongqing's gaze was too bright, Zhou Wenyan coughed a little embarrassedly: "No...it's just superficial."

Wu Jia was shocked.

How could this boss be humble?

Shen Dongqing pointed to a section, and asked curiously: "What is this talking about?"

Zhou Wenyan explained: "It is probably written that the Harvest Festival has been held in Carlisle Territory since 200 years ago. In the past, no one has ever heard of this festival."

Shen Dongqing interrupted him: "Wait!"

He thumped and ran to get a pillow and hugged it in his arms, as if listening to a bedtime story. When he was ready, he said, "It's time to start."

"I looked at the succession history of the Earl of Carlisle, and found that only men can inherit the title and territory. 200 years ago, due to a disease, almost all the blood died, and only one girl remained. The first countess. Since then, the countess has inherited the title for 200 years."

Zhou Wenyan turned another page.

There was a portrait of the first Earl of Carlisle painted on it.

The girl in the painting is dressed in full dress and black veil on her head, but from the blurred facial features, it can be seen that she is very similar to the Earl of Carlyle who attended the dinner tonight.

"So, the Earl of Carlisle has been the same for the past 200 years?" Wu Jia said, "But it doesn't make sense, vampires should be immortal, and the Earl looks like he is 50 or [-] years old."

Zhou Wenyan closed the book: "Follow up and take a look."

The voice fell.

There was a knock on the door right on time.

Bald middle aged man is scared.

He didn't know why the Earl invited him to dance, but he knew it must be bad news, such as... death.

The bald, middle-aged man walked up and down the room restlessly, pulling out all his life-saving things.

Consecrated Jade Buddha, charms, mahogany...

The bald middle-aged man hid all his brains under his skirts, sitting on a chair and vigilantly waiting for the unknown danger to come.

But waiting and waiting, he suddenly tilted his head and fell asleep.

clang--

The bell rang.

The bald middle-aged man seemed to have been awakened, and opened his dull eyes.

His hands and feet were stiff, and he walked out of the room without a sound.

There were no lights on in the corridor, and it was pitch black.

The bald middle-aged man walked straight into the thick darkness without hesitation.

He heard the voice of a woman laughing.

"Come. Sweet Lamb, give your all to the Lord."

"With your clear eyes, with your snow-like skin, with your nightingale-like voice, with your satin-like black..."

Under the moonlight, half of the bald middle-aged man's forehead shone like a light bulb.

"...Forget about this, just come here."

The count stood in a blooming rose garden and stretched out his hand towards him.

The bald-headed middle-aged man felt a gust of cold wind blowing through him, which made him tremble. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in the garden, and the countess was standing in front of him.

The Countess was smiling at him, half of her face was still youthful, and half of her face was full of bones.Under the moonlight, countless tentacles stretched out from her shadow.

Seeing the tentacles getting closer, the bald middle-aged man calmed down abnormally.

Since the count wanted his life, he might as well kill the count first.

Anyway, as long as you kill the count, you can pass the level.

The bald middle-aged man showed a maniacal smile.

Zhou Wenyan pushed open the door.

I saw a light coming down the steps.

He chased after him, but at the end of the stairs, he saw only the housekeeper.

The housekeeper was expressionless: "Miss, what's the matter?"

Zhou Wenyan stood still, talking nonsense: "The Earl invited me over tonight."

The housekeeper stared at Zhou Wenyan with a pair of heavy eyes, and said in a steady tone: "Someone has already gone, please don't worry, miss." She rolled her eyes strangely and smiled, "Anyway...it will always be your turn. "

There was a sound of footsteps up the stairs.

Shen Dongqing and Wu Jia came down.

Shen Dongqing saw the two of them deadlocked at the intersection, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Wenyan said, "I was cheated."

Apparently the Earl had already guessed their intentions, and deliberately staggered the time, so that they had no chance to have a good talk with her.

The housekeeper glanced at the three people, turned around and left.

But before she could take two steps, she suddenly felt a pain in her neck, and she fainted on the ground. The candle holder in her hand fell, and with a crisp sound, the fire was extinguished.

Zhou Wenyan raised his head, under the cold moonlight, he looked more like a villain than the housekeeper lying on the ground.

"Take her back first."

Wu Jia ran down in a hurry, picked up the housekeeper's collar and dragged it up, and asked halfway: "What about you?"

Zhou Wenyan said, "Well... go see if you can rescue the Earl."

Of course it didn't catch up.

The bald-headed middle-aged man had already cut the earl to pieces, and his limbs were lying across the rose field. Watered by blood, the roses looked even more beautiful.

The bald middle-aged man seemed to have not seen the two people coming, and he walked back in a daze, holding a blood-stained mahogany sword.

"Another one." Zhou Wenyan said.

Shen Dongqing looked at the rose field: "It's the same as yesterday, nothing."

clean.

It was as if the earl was just a shell without a soul.

Zhou Wenyan touched his chin: "How do I feel, after the last two rounds, the game has learned a lesson, and specially prepared an unkillable boss for us to have fun?"

Shen Dongqing muttered: "I don't like beheading people."

Zhou Wenyan laughed: "Go back first."

"We can't find the earl, we can have a good talk with the housekeeper first."

When the housekeeper woke up, all she could see were the three people sitting in front of her.

"What are you doing?" The housekeeper realized that she was firmly tied to the chair and could not move. She panicked, "Let go of me, you are provoking the count!"

Zhou Wenyan tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers: "Relax, we'll just ask you a few questions, after all we're not bad people."

Shen Dongqing added solemnly: "I won't kill people casually."

Housekeeper: ...

Even so, it seemed like he was about to stab someone with a knife in the next second.

The housekeeper only panicked for a while, then calmed down: "I don't know anything."

A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

Zhou Wenyan said in a positive tone: "You are not afraid of death."

The housekeeper's eyeballs moved.

Zhou Wenyan smiled at her: "Don't worry, we don't like to fight, but... there are still many ways to trap people in one place and live forever."

Speaking of this, Shen Dongqing has more experience, and he happily gave examples: "For example, put people in glass bottles, then fill them with mercury, seal them up, or nail their limbs and foreheads with nails, and then bury them in the soil. have……"

Every time he mentioned an example, the face of the housekeeper turned paler.

Zhou Wenyan listened carefully, and nodded occasionally: "I think your method is very good."

The housekeeper insisted: "These things are not in the castle."

Shen Dongqing was thoughtful: "Yes, then I can only use the simplest method. I eat it and you forget it, although it looks a bit unpalatable..."

He glanced at the skinny housekeeper with disgust.

Zhou Wenyan said, "No, you can't eat indiscriminately."

Shen Dongqing nodded obediently: "Okay, then I'll think of other ways."

The housekeeper's face turned green.

Wait, wait a minute.

Obviously they are the villains, okay?

Under threat, the housekeeper said what she knew like pouring beans.

"The count is not afraid of death, but the count is afraid of old age."

"The earl found black magic from the forbidden book, and he was able to maintain his youth, but he had to sacrifice six virgins to the devil every year."

"No one can kill the count, no one can leave the castle, no one..."