Vampire's Private Kitchen [Comprehensive]

Lane knocked open the closed door, and he saw the doorknob was right.

The window of the room was open, and the heavy rain from outside was blown in. The floor of the room was wet, and the water-blue curtains were raised high, like two huge wings, but nothing could be retained.

Ryan's judgment was completely correct, Snow lay on the floor like a quiet corpse.

Ryan ran to Snow's side. He raised his hand and closed the window to isolate the wind and rain from the outside world. At the same time, he put Snow's head on his knee, "Snow!... are you okay?... promise!"

Shaking and calling didn't do anything.The sunlight ring is still exerting energy, not because of the damage from the sun.

Lane's last chance of luck receded, he thought that was what Louie had told him... Snow's spirit had left.

It is rare for a vampire to separate from his body and soul.Only some vampires who are bored or on the verge of madness will take this road.The conditions for this to happen were harsh, and Snow didn't fit any of them.

"Could it be drinking unclean blood?" Alice stood at the door, and she still had some luck.

But Hannibal, who was the last to step up, shattered the luck.

"She only sucks my blood."

"So...you got along very well in Venice?"

"The trip wasn't that bad."

Hannibal regarded his escape as a journey, and Ryan no longer wanted to attack him with this term.He picked Snow up from the ground, and announced in a cold voice: "No matter what you take this for, it's over now. You must return to Baltimore with us, and Snow's life or death directly determines whether you can regain your freedom."

"Are you going to take me back by force?" Hannibal's tone was not too much resistance, he seemed to be just making a joke, but the joke was enough to make people tense up.

"The two of us are enough. But since there is another person there, you have no possibility of escaping." Ryan just finished speaking, and a fourth conscious person suddenly appeared in the room.

Hannibal glanced in the direction where the man appeared, and he was sure that he hadn't felt any signs before, including smell and sound.

"A wizard's method."

"No, to be precise, warlocks. In terms of age, we and wizards existed almost at the same time, but when it comes to understanding vampires, I think people will always think of alchemists first."

This guy Hannibal actually knew before - he was the guy who provided the Floo Network.The guy who looked extremely weird at the time, after cleaning up carefully, can actually stand upright in the sun.

"Who are you from Snow?" The person who cared so much about Snow must not be an irrelevant person.This man gave Hannibal a sense of danger, but he also had another quality, that is, a sense of age.

If it is assumed that he is a contemporary of Snow, it is not impossible in the current situation.

"I'm her brother. But don't rush to say something merciful. I changed Snow's memory. What she told you is not the truth of the matter." The other party carefully checked Snow's state.

Others couldn't see anything from Snow's motionless body at all.But the warlock gave a rather optimistic conclusion: "The connection has not been completely broken, and I think she is still around."

Snow was still watching them.

But her condition is not very good, being restrained near her body, she can penetrate Hannibal and Ryan.

This feeling is very subtle... It's like half a foot has stepped into another world.

Snow could see everything in front of him, and the development of the matter was too weird.Snow was actually not an idealist, but she still couldn't accept it right away—her previous memories were all altered or even fabricated facts.

The strange warlock in front of him finally gave Snow a strange sense of familiarity.Maybe he really is the brother.

But in this way, the elder brother that Snow and Hannibal talked about is completely untenable.

Memories of the past were gradually overturned, and completely different memories emerged in front of my eyes.

Snow carefully controlled his direction, and turned around Brother Cheap, who was sure that she hadn't left completely, but to Snow's disappointment, he couldn't perceive his existence at this moment.

In this way, he is completely alone - not much different from when he was in the coffin before.The same can only perceive, the same cannot participate at all...

Or, Snow even doubted whether he really spent 300 long years in the coffin?It always takes a certain amount of time to sort out the memories. When the two kinds of memories are intertwined, she sees everything as real, but she sees nothing so real.

"She shouldn't have this little time! What did you do to my Snow? Did she turn back into a vampire frequently?"

The function of the potion is to allow Snow to reduce the time in the vampire state.This is a time-delay scheme that warlocks spent a hundred years researching.

Unfortunately, the potion didn't work as expected.

What kind of trouble will Snow face in Venice?Unless Hannibal deliberately asked for trouble, put his Snow in danger, and forced Snow to use the power of a vampire to turn the tide.

Obviously, our warlock thinking has strayed into a conspiracy theory environment.But he can't be blamed for this, after all, it's hard for anyone to associate Hannibal with any positive issues.

Listening to Warlock's words, Snow froze for a moment.She hadn't been told that the frequent switching of medications would lead to her current condition.Obviously, the effect of the medicine is also within the scope of not being able to be informed.Knowing the effect of the medicine, Snow could easily guess his situation, and then directly appear in the situation of leaving his soul.

It's a real headache.

Snow almost felt sorry for Louis and the others, as well as his own brother.

"Nothing dangerous happened. We just visited some of the scenery here." Hannibal calmly answered the other party's question.

He didn't know the consequences of switching states.But the fact is that every tease before hastened Snow's death.

This result is not difficult to accept, but Hannibal's mood is indeed a bit complicated.

"How did Snow have the current problem?"

——Because of falling in love with Hannibal?

Snow, who was suspended in mid-air, hardly had the face to look at the situation in front of him.She just realized that she still has an older brother, and she is in such a state of neither embarrassment nor embarrassment.And...to disclose the relationship between himself and Hannibal in front of Ryan? !

This is very embarrassing!

"Blushing and heartbeating, I didn't know that I was in a dangerous situation. Snow and I had a good talk in Venice."

"···"

This explanation is cryptic and terrifying.But fortunately, several people present understood what Hannibal meant.No one continued to ask how far the happy conversation has reached.

The truth is always so realistic that it makes people feel ridiculous!

After holding back for several minutes, Snow's freshly baked elder brother finally pushed Hannibal angrily, and roared, "I worked so hard to pour the medicine into my sister to prolong her life. It's not for you to fall in love!"

"···"

When this sentence was really yelled out, Ryan and Alice couldn't help but want to laugh a little.

It was obviously the worst situation, but as soon as she thought about the relationship between Snow and Hannibal, and her brother knew about it, she felt inexplicably happy.

"Is this something so funny?" Mr. Warlock looked at Ryan and Alice with suspicion, and there was a feeling in his eyes that the elders looked at the younger generation and hated iron and steel.

"Cough...cough cough. It's not...I just think it's a good thing that Hannibal and Snow can get to this point....You think so, Ryan?" Alice waved her hand Elbowed Ryan.Under the guilt of being caught, she was as strong as ever.

Ryan was hit in the chest and hurt, but he was really used to Alice's sudden attack.

"She's right." Going along seemed like the only option that wouldn't be attacked a second time.Besides, Alice's statement itself is not a big problem.To a certain extent, she said what Ryan was thinking.

When the warlock was furious, Ryan was not so angry anymore.If Snow and Hannibal had a good time during this time, then there is no need to be too harsh.

"Hmph! Can he fool you as long as it's so easy?!" Warlock looked at Ryan dissatisfied: "Even if he was in a relationship with Snow, but Snow really died, how much sorrow would this person have?" ? He will be able to return to his own life soon. I doubt he will even have the feeling of being sad!"

If this is the case, can it be counted as love?

The warlock's inquiry uncovered a bloody fact.

Snow, who was hanging in mid-air to celebrate that the whole love exposure process would not be too tragic, could not optimistically declare that Hannibal would be distraught for his own death.

If something had to be said, Snow was already dead by now.Even if the soul is bound around the vampire's physical body, I'm afraid it's not for long.

Hannibal would no doubt move on, he worked on his recipes, he went on with his life.

Thinking of this, Snow felt a little dazed for a moment.

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It's not a good feeling to stand on a high ground and can't change everything.The warlock's argument finally cooled down the slightly heated atmosphere.

It is an indisputable fact that Hannibal's dinner ended in failure.

"Put this heavy rain away. It's time for us to get out of here." Warlock patted Ryan on the shoulder and told him so.

Huh?The self-confidence that came from him felt that Ryan could control his abilities.

Both Alice and Ryan put on expressions of panic for a moment.

"Can't you control the beginning of the heavy rain? I thought Louis recommended you here to confuse that person."

What a wonderful misunderstanding.

Seeing the way Ryan and Alice looked at each other, it was not too difficult for Warlock to understand that Ryan's calling for the wind and the rain was just a manifestation of his loss of emotional control.

Hannibal caught on to 'the man' in his words.He stared at the Warlock's expression as he spoke.Of course some details were captured.

——Snow also noticed this.

Although she is limited to a narrow range, in terms of the current situation, she can be considered to have opened up the perspective of God.No slight change could escape Snow's eyes.If everyone in this world enters her current state for a short time after death, then many secrets that they think are well protected are actually not seen by others.

Maybe... this kind of out-of-body situation is not too common?

Snow saw a mixture of disgust and fear on his brother's face.People can't always control their facial expressions, but my brother's expression has been restrained very well.

Looking at his curly black hair, Snow suddenly noticed a question.

Has anyone ever considered that even a warlock is fundamentally a human being with special abilities.What kind of human being is likely to survive for more than 300 years?Was her brother really a human?

"Forget it. After we leave, it will naturally be calm here." Warlock sighed. He thought that Ryan was the third powerful helper after Louis and Leicester.But reality has told him not to overestimate these people.

"Now that this situation has happened, I still want to give you a piece of advice. When you can't control the weather, don't always try to make a big news. Try to keep the weather around you normal. That's what you should do well. things." Warlock walked in the front while lecturing.

Ryan blushed a little after being taught a lesson. He held his breath and wanted to stop the heavy rain in front of Brother Snow, but it was of no avail.

"What are you still standing there for?! Didn't you come here to take Hannibal away!"

Mr. Warlock gave an order to the two people who were standing there with a look of hatred.

Lane and Alice are like scolded children.They followed orders one by one.

The two confining Hannibal one after the other, were about to leave Snow's room.

But Hannibal stood there without moving, his expression was a little weird, and he really seemed to want to laugh.

Seeing this expression, Alice vaguely felt that she seemed to have missed something very important.But Ryan got angry earlier, and took a step forward, getting closer to Hannibal, "Why are you still standing here!"

"I think you may have forgotten something very important!" This kind reminder was directly ignored by Ryan.

Alice finally realized a subtle sign belatedly.Snow's brother also stood there without moving, looking as if he wished he didn't know them at all.

Wait... just now, Snow's brother?

What about Snow?

——Snow was still lying alone on his bed.Lane put Snow on the bed before standing up to argue with Hannibal.But after a few trivial dialogues, both she and Ryan forgot that Snow was still there.

Alice was almost overwhelmed with guilt.She tugged Ryan vigorously, then pointed to Snow's position.

"Ah!" Ryan finally found out what kind of mistake he had made.

Ryan was equally apologetic and speechless.

Hannibal finally showed a smile at this time, while Snow covered his face in mid-air, unable to bear to see the reaction of the warlock brother.After all, Snow had just discovered that taking Ryan and Alice was a very challenging activity.

"Forget it. Let Hannibal take... Snow." Warlock finally spoke with a complicated expression.But he saw that Hannibal was staring at him intently, and that expression of seeing through everything made him a little creepy. "Do you have any questions?"

"Snow's soul is no longer in this body. So you don't think this body is Snow anymore, do you?"

Hannibal will not always be in a state of ignorance, he can always clearly observe what is happening around him, and combine some logical conjectures. Of course, the more obvious hint lies in Warlock's expression - when he mentioned Snow, He will be full of warmth, but when he looks at the... dead body on the bed, he behaves like he is looking at impolite prey.

Hannibal was familiar with that expression, he knew himself, and so he knew Snow's brother.

There was another more obvious loophole. Hannibal didn't wait for the warlock to refute, and continued to ask: "You are Snow's brother? So you are not only a warlock, but also a vampire, right?"

This conjecture solves most mysteries.

But as soon as Hannibal's question was raised, Warlock acted as if the cauldron had exploded.

He grabbed Hannibal's collar angrily, "You are not qualified to ask these questions! It is you who caused Snow to become what he is now!"

For such a long time after Snow returned, Warlock only dared to look at his sister from a distance.Because he was afraid that Snow would remember everything after seeing him.

Obviously this time is an excellent opportunity for siblings to get to know each other, he has already prepared a second potion.But the premature failure of the first potion ruined everything!

Lane and Alice couldn't take Hannibal's anger out.But the warlock has countless reasons to hate the ogre who ruined his hard work and took away his sister!

Maybe he hated himself even more.She would never have even met Hannibal if he hadn't put Snow in Baltimore!

"Say one more word, and I'll kill you!" The fierce stares and stern threats didn't do anything.

Hannibal saw through the warlock's strong outside but weak in performance.He has many ways to hurt this vampire, and verbal torture is often more difficult to parry than physical attacks.This kind of old ghost who has lived for hundreds of years will always have a few pains that cannot be poked.

Hannibal did exactly that.

"One last question—do you think Snow will not come back? So you don't pay much attention to this body lying on the bed?" This was the only reason that could explain Warlock's disgust.Snow will not go back into that body again, that's all.

As soon as the words fell, Hannibal could even see the terrified expressions of Alice and Ryan from the corner of his eye, but he had already flown out.A fist slammed into his stomach, and he hit a bookshelf in Snow's room before sliding onto the carpet.

The books on the bookshelf fell to the ground one after another, some of them were hardcover and collections, and the heavy tomes hurt a little when they hit the body, which was regarded as a secondary injury.

But the furious attack also proved a few things.

Snow's brother was indeed a vampire.He hid it well, and methods such as rice bottoms and wigs were the least likely to expose himself.

Seeing that Warlock's second fist was about to land on Hannibal, he looked absolutely ready to deliver on his threat.If Snow was gone, Hannibal was the last person who needed to exist.

"Snow is still watching, isn't he?"

Hannibal spat out blood, he did not hide his sarcasm, this sentence successfully caught the warlock's weakness, his fist was in front of Hannibal, but he couldn't go any further.

Snow was still watching.

To describe it more clearly, before his brother's first fist landed, Snow subconsciously wanted to rush over to stop his brother, but she was penetrated without any accident—the soul state could hardly do anything.

Snow is really just a ghost that no one can see, this is the real world, not some magical story that can appear for love.

Stopping doesn't work anymore, and Hannibal can always protect himself.

Snow watched as Hannibal picked her up from the bed.

The reason why he decided to use the word "clean up" was because after Snow's memory gradually returned, the "self" in front of him was extremely strange.

"This body is indeed not Snow's. The original owner is very dangerous. If she returns to this body, it will be a disaster."

"This body is not only 300 years old?"

"Five hundred, or more!" The warlock's expression couldn't be described as proud or in awe. He stole this vampire's body stored in the coffin for his sister, which may be the bravest challenge in his life.

"Should we destroy this...so that person can't come back?"

"But then Snow would die." Warlock sighed.He's having a hard time finding another fit body, especially in this rushed environment.

"We're going to flee with this corpse. Hasn't anyone told you that we've all been hunted down?"

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Late at night in Baltimore, Louis kept guard in a crypt, surrounded by silence, no insects, birds, or animals were heard.

The cave is dimly lit, without any modern lighting measures, just a few candles.The flickering flickering candlelight seems to bring people back to the old days.

There is a coffin in the middle of the cave. There is a deep scratch on the dark coffin lid. At first glance, it looks like some kind of animal's handwriting. The force is so strong that it is almost worrying that the coffin lid will be cut in half.

The battle between Leicester and the man was pretty brutal.The opponent returns in the body of a young vampire, but her fighting skills and level are unquestionable, and they are almost cornered.

That person just wanted to get back his body. Many years ago, when Snow's brother was not paying attention, he instilled Snow's soul into that coffin. Snow was the thief, but Snow was more familiar with them. promise.

A more convincing reason besides feelings is that the original owner of the body is obsessed with reviving the culture of vampires.She regards humans as food in the backyard, and she handles them without mercy every time. Lester and Louis have seen similar records in the parliamentary documents.

The horrors that man did, the vampires she transformed, were her protégés.So that kind of claim spread like a plague. In the bleakest Middle Ages, witches were bound and burned by crosses, and the sharp screams of innocent women made a happy smile of a certain behind-the-scenes viewer.

If there is one thing that must not be allowed, this is it.

Louis closed his eyes and put his hands on the coffin.

He had a hunch that Lester was about to wake up, just like the absurd revival of the dark creature in front of him. After going through some things, the dark creature would always fade out of the human world again, and freeze again in the terrifying but timeless legend .

At this moment, for Snow, it was another situation.

Snow's body was placed on a large hotel bed. With the mermaids and vampires to confuse people, even if they didn't have an obvious identity registration, it didn't prevent them from temporarily living in the pleasant presidential suite.

Not surprisingly, Snow was controlled within a limited range of activities.

The elder brother seems to have set some restrictions around the body. With these protections in the sense of magic, no one is dedicated to guarding the body.

Snow's range of activity is about 50 meters.This distance is more than enough to deal with the current situation, covering at least half of the suite area, which naturally includes the dining table and bathroom.

Snow could see Ryan stretching his tail comfortably in the fish tank.Even though Ryan is very used to the behavior of maintaining human legs for a long time, Snow still feels a little worried when he looks at it.

It may be that the mermaid walks on land, similar to those fairy tales of 'walking on a knife' that have far-reaching influence.

In this regard, Snow convinced himself that Ryan was the son of Hai after all, not some kind of princess, and this aspect might not be so precious.

Alice holds the remote to watch the latest news.The entertainment news seems to be particularly fond of the relationship between Ryan and her. Watching the news for more than ten minutes with Alice, Snow has already seen several different speculations about the relationship during Alice's frequent channel changes.

Alice seemed to be looking for such relevant information on purpose.If this is the case, the relationship between her and Ryan is a bit delicate.

Warlock and Hannibal are in the same room.They were the pair that Snow worried most about.

Someone always had to watch Hannibal, so Snow began to wonder if her brother would live in the same room with Hannibal in order to ensure the reliability of the surveillance.

The suite has so many rooms that there is more than enough room for everyone.If the two of them did sit together, neither would have a good rest.

Snow wasn't quite sure where the alarming threat came from.

She vaguely knew that there was a woman chasing them, but she was already a ghost, what could be worse?

in the room.

Hannibal stood up from his seat.He was actually the only human being present, which meant that his physical strength had a limit. Even if his talent was amazing, holding Snow's body for several hours was not a small burden.

"Where are you going?" Warlock said in a bad tone.He didn't want to think too much, but asked with suspicion in his tone.

"It's already ten o'clock. If there are no other questions, I'll go wash up."

'Other issues' refers primarily to the possibility of the Warlock remaining in the room.

Snow's brother choked, he was not happy to see Hannibal so relaxed.It may be due to Hannibal's reputation and preconceived reasons.Warlock wasn't so...satisfied the first time he saw Hannibal.

A more precise description is - he thinks that Hannibal is not pleasing to the eye, so he should just disappear.

Who would Snow like?

This is really a reality that makes the teeth itch.

Hannibal seemed to have a strange curiosity about warlocks.

The reason why Snow had this feeling was because Hannibal was always intentionally or unintentionally offending his elder brother, as if he was testing his brother's bottom line on certain things.

It's the same this time.

Before entering the bathroom, Hannibal asked Snow's brother with interest: "You said that Snow can see everything here. This may be a good sign."

If this logic is extended, living people like them can only count on Snow, who is no longer visible, to take care of their privacy, and not to spy on things they shouldn't see.

Hannibal's words can always easily resonate with Warlock.Even though what he said was very cryptic, it can be seen from the warlock's downcast face that he really understood what Hannibal meant.

The problem was that he wasn't sure if Snow would watch something he shouldn't.His sister did have an undeserved curiosity, which had been the case since she was a child.

Noticing Warlock's expression, Hannibal continued: "It seems that you can't isolate a certain area, can you?"

In a word!

Warlock's gloomy expression was almost to the point of choosing someone to kill.In the eyes of ordinary people, vampires are always handsome. If they don't control their facial expressions, they can easily become blockbusters in horror movies.

But the instigator, Hannibal, had already walked into the bathroom at this time, and locked the door very naturally.

Snow chose to be in mid-air, and stared at his brother for a few minutes.

The sound of water in the bathroom was already sounding, and at this moment Snow was faced with a choice.

No one could monitor Snow's presence, so it wouldn't be a problem if she saw something.

Most of the time, Snow was not so self-disciplined. Hannibal's statement was not so much a way to stir up his brother's anger, but a hint to Snow.

Well, anyway, I watched Ryan's performance in the bathtub just now.It also seems fair to look at one more.

Snow's poor psychological construction was not consolidated in the direction of adhering to morality, and it took her a few seconds to convince herself.

Then... the soul passed through the wall and entered a sealed, water-steamed, different space.

All the clothes had been taken off, and there was a glaring bruise on Hannibal's abdomen... Snow looked up from this position, and in the steam, he could still vaguely see the pectoral muscles that were normally wrapped in the suit.

The water from the shower fell from a high place, all the way down the shoulders and necks. Snow's only rationality reminded her to restrain the movement of her eyes, but it still didn't have any effect.

Looking down, it is the firm belly and... ahem.

If the state of the soul can also cause nosebleeds, Snow feels that this is an unavoidable thing.

Looking down, the pair of long legs are extraordinarily real without the cloth wrapping.

During the time they lived together, Snow hadn't seen Hannibal walking around in simple home clothes.Even if this is limited to some sunny mornings when there are no guests, it is still seen.

The moisture in the bathroom did not become the enemy of blocking the vision.Instead, it is like some kind of photo filter, making everything slower and more beautiful.

Following Hannibal's actions, Snow's thinking has diverged from the substantive judgment to the question of which kind of music should be matched with this situation.

Bach or Beethoven?

——Hannibal likes to prepare some elegant music while cooking, and he really does the job of cooking like mountains and rivers.And the current situation is also very suitable for the soundtrack.Snow made some comparisons in his mind, trying to select a better option.

Hmm... Sure enough, Chopin's piano music is the most suitable!

There is no need to deliberately speed up the music to match the water flow. The soothing music and the shower will have a completely different effect.In the absence of a music player, Snow could only silently hum the beat of the piano music in his heart.

Hiding in the shadows and snooping is actually quite addictive.Because I know that no one will find out, this kind of secret pleasure will be more intense.

When Snow closed the distance with Hannibal for the third time, water almost flowed through her soul.

But one thing stopped Snow from continuing.

They also retreated together because they were so comfortable that they almost hummed the tune.

—I'm afraid they're in trouble!

A group of uninvited guests outside is getting closer and closer, and they gradually surround the entire floor, but as of now, no one realizes that the danger is approaching!

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Just by glancing across the wall hastily, Snow could already basically confirm that the dark creatures surrounding here were much trickier than those she had seen before.

The people in the room were unaware of the imminent danger.

Warlock joined Alice in watching TV. This time Alice didn't watch entertainment reports. Together they opened the hotel's movie menu and picked out an extremely lively spy movie.Ryan is still tossing the details of his tail, as if those fish scales represent his wealth and life.

Snow walked around anxiously, as long as she could make any slight movement, she wouldn't be so passive.

Outside the door, on the basis of forming an encirclement, one of the group gestured and another approached the door—'Knock knock—'"Room service."

The hearing people in the room were startled.

The warlock closest to the gate and Alice exchanged glances.No matter how he looked at it, Snow felt that neither of them wanted to open the door.They simply didn't decide to use finger-guessing to determine who would open the door—Snow's brother took on this responsibility.

It was a real relief that it wasn't Alice who answered the door.

Snow was not sure if Alice could withstand even one attack from the uninvited guest outside the door without warning.But now, she was starting to worry about her brother. If he was a war scum, the situation would not be any better.

"Here we come!" Warlock walked over slowly, his hand was already on the doorknob.He opened the door.

The 'room service' with a gentle tone outside the door obviously did not have an amiable face. The moment the door opened, the grinning werewolf clawed at the warlock twice.

Snow's heart almost reached his throat, but fortunately, the werewolf's sharp claws got stuck on the door, and sawdust flew everywhere, which blocked the werewolf's first move very well.At the critical moment, the warlock closed the door with his backhand, and the door became the victim of the first round. After being scratched by sharp claws with a piercing sound, the door crashed to the ground due to the huge force on both sides!

Everyone in the suite has received the message.

Snow watched the dark creatures outside the door continue to clash, trying to break through the warlock's defense.

Some of them tried to make holes in the walls. The cement, yellow sand, and even steel bars could hardly stop them from demolishing the house.At the critical moment, the seemingly unreliable spells of the Warlock played their due role.

Before the circuit in the room was completely destroyed, the ghost-like marks on the wall were only faintly glowing.

The lights went out, but the surrounding walls suddenly brightened.

These strange runes attached to the wall are like flowing rivers in the dark, and the wall presents a wavy posture. Such a thin layer of liquid blocks the menacing chasers outside.

Snow couldn't help but looked up at the state of the ceiling. Minced rice flour fell from above, and the barrier above his head also looked crumbling.Inertial thinking prevented Snow from spying on the situation upstairs, but when she penetrated the wall above her head, what she saw completely proved this.