Non-Human Seeking Re-employment

The morning light falls.

The count sat in front of the vanity mirror and slowly took off his hat.

The face in the mirror is young and full of vitality, just like a rose in full bloom.

She is younger than yesterday.

She looks like a 30 year old woman.

No, not enough.

The Count's lips parted slightly.

She is even younger, back to seventeen or eighteen years old, as green as an unripe apple, sweet and jerky.

Everything is so beautiful.

She no longer has to face her dying body and her aging face.

Which one is better to invite tonight?

The count stood up, wanting to decorate his neck with a string of necklaces, but he couldn't find anything satisfactory.

She was a little displeased: "Butler?"

thump—

The door was opened.

Because the earl couldn't see who was coming through a screen, she subconsciously thought it was the housekeeper. She frowned, "Don't be so rude..."

There was another "boom".

The count took a closer look and saw that her housekeeper had been thrown in rudely and was still firmly trapped.

Then three "Misses" came out, all taller than her by a large margin.

The count did not panic, she raised her chin proudly, and said coldly: "You are offending a nobleman."

Zhou Wenyan touched his chin: "Is this considered an offense?"

Wu Jia raised his hand: "Sorry, maybe we should offend a little more."

The room was completely covered, except for the candlesticks in the corner.

As the candle flickered, the shadow under the count's feet twisted, and pitch-black tentacles crawled out of it, trying to drag those who offended her into the darkness.

Shen Dongqing picked up a vase beside her, weighed it, and swung it over.

So before those tentacles had time to emerge, they retracted in unison.

And the Count fell to the ground.

Zhou Wenyan put his arms around his shoulders and said to Wu Jia, "Go and tie her up."

Wu Jia: "Why me?"

Zhou Wenyan: "It's inconvenient for both of us."

Wu Jia: "?"

Zhou Wenyan said solemnly: "A man and a woman don't know each other."

Wu Jia: "I'm the co-author, am I not a man?"

Having said that, he stepped forward and trapped the count with skill.

Before the earl woke up, Zhou Wenyan rummaged through the earl's room, and sure enough, he found a forbidden book in a hidden place with all kinds of black magic written on it.

One of the pages recorded is about the black magic of permanent youth and unchanging appearance.

It is written in the book that at the cost of one's own flesh and soul, and the lives of six virgins, one can exchange for an immortal face.But this black magic is not unsolvable. What the caster fears the most is the sharp blade that will kill him.

"The most frightening?"

Wu Jia guessed: "Could it be sunlight? Or silverware?"

Zhou Wenyan: "Wake her up and try."

The count woke up leisurely, and the first thing he saw was the person standing in front of him.

She moved her hand, and found that she was tied up and could not move at all, but she did not panic, she looked up, her lips curled up, full of temptation: "Kill me, don't you want to kill me?"

A puff of sandalwood rose from the room.

Can confuse the mind and make people trance.

The Earl has never missed a hand, but this time, she encountered two players who played their cards unreasonably.

Zhou Wenyan said slowly: "You can say whatever you want? Then how embarrassing am I?"

Shen Dongqing sniffled and said with disgust, "Where is the smell coming from?"

He stared at the incense burner on the small table, picked up the tea kettle and poured it on, with a "sizzling" sound, the sandalwood scent dissipated.

On the contrary, Wu Jia's mind was unstable and he was confused, but before he could make a move, Shen Dongqing sensed something was wrong, picked up the teapot and threw it at it.

People are dizzy.

All at once.

Of the five people in the room, only two are still standing here.

The count gritted his teeth: "If you don't kill me, you won't be able to get out of the castle!"

Zhou Wenyan: "No hurry."

Then the count watched the two of them walk out of the room, without any intention of answering her, he was a little anxious: "What are you going to do?"

Shen Dongqing pointed to the wall clock: "It's time for lunch."

count:?Did she get the wrong script?