Chapter 17 The gift paved with blood
Following Cen Qing's gaze, Lu Zhiyao read his lines and explained,
"I heard that the Earl likes to use the skin of a young girl as decorations the most. Even the lampshade of the bedside lamp is made of a young girl's skin."
Cen Qing's heart trembled.
The blood is real, let alone this piece of human skin?
Through the light of the fire, Cen Qing could still see the skin that had just been peeled off...
Clear pores.
These lunatics...
"Maybe I liked it before, but now... I don't like it."
Cen Qing covered the tip of his nose with a clean white handkerchief, with a disgusted expression on his face.
Raising a high-spirited tone, Cen Qing replied to Aisha's question just now,
"There are distinguished guests here, so I can skip the bathing tonight, and put away these human skins."
Thinking that it was stripped from a living person, Cen Qing broke out in cold sweat on his back.
Fortunately, everything here is an illusion, otherwise she really couldn't bear it.
"What are you doing there? Didn't you hear the order from the Earl?"
Aisha was very respectful to Cen Qing, but when she turned her head away, she changed her face.
It is not an exaggeration to say that it is fierce and evil.
The boy who was reprimanded by her lowered his head, the black hair on his forehead blocked his eyes.
He removed the human skin from the cross neatly, as if this was a perfectly normal thing.
Cen Qing's eyes fell on the white bandage wrapped around his wrist.
I vaguely feel that the figure of this young man is somewhat familiar, but I really can't remember it for a while.
"Since the underground of the castle has been visited, let's go back first."
Fresh blood rolling in the bath, and a strong smell of blood wafting in the air.
All of them are challenging Cen Qing's fragile nerves.
Winking at Lu Zhiyao, Cen Qing wants her to continue the topic.
In this way, they can successfully complete the plot and get out of the way.
However, since the theme of this cosplay is the earl's afternoon tea, the highlight is still the afternoon tea.
How could they really escape unscathed?
"The Earl seems to have forgotten to entertain distinguished guests with the famous gift of our manor."
Aisha forcibly reversed the plot and continued walking in the direction of the script.
"The reception will be the same tomorrow, don't you see that my honored guest is getting tired?"
Cen Qing frowned tightly, dissatisfied with Aisha's interruption.
The sixth sense told her that this gift must not be a good thing.
"Viscountess Hamill, what do you think?"
Aisha didn't answer Cen Qing's words directly, but threw the question to Lu Zhiyao again.
"Since you have kindly invited me, how can I have the nerve to refuse it?"
Lu Zhiyao performed a standard court ceremony to Cen Qing.
It's just that the smile on the face doesn't look so relaxed.
She must be aware of what kind of disgusting thing this gift will be.
Exhaled heavily, Cen Qing looked around.
She has an impregnable wall, even if she runs, she has no place to run.
Besides, can she escape this mental hospital?
The human skin of the cross has been removed by the teenager.
Since it aroused the disgust of the Earl, it was natural to burn it clean.
The young man looked down at the ashes of the human skin in the fireplace, and returned to Cen Qing's side obediently.
The servant knelt down at Cen Qing's feet, raised the box above his head, with a pious expression.
It seems to be enshrining a god.
Before Cen Qing could make a move, the young man next to him slashed his left arm with a dagger.
The blood suddenly surged like a pillar.
The box was opened by the teenager, and inside was a cube of ice.
Warm and fresh blood was poured on it, alternating hot and cold, and layers of cold air emerged.
Sensing Cen Qing's puzzled eyes, Lu Zhiyao frowned and said,
"Only by melting the ice with human blood can it be worthy of the gift from the Earl."
She has read the script and knows how perverted this role-playing is.
I just didn't expect Cen Qing to be able to bear it until now.
Could she really treat everything that happened before as if it never happened?
Maybe Lu Zhiyao's gaze was too intense, or maybe she couldn't accept blood anymore.
Cen Qing walked up to the boy and stopped him from making another wound.
"I need the blood of a girl, not a random slave!"
"Master Earl, have you forgotten that all the girls in the manor are already here?"
Aisha chuckled lightly, pointing with her light white fingertips to the blood-filled bath in the center.
"So... I have to wrong you to use the slave's blood first."
Stepping forward to hold the dagger in the boy's hand, Aisha plunged the tip of the knife into his beating pulse little by little.
"The ice is about to melt, and I don't want to lose a slave who can grow roses."
Slapping Aisha's hand away, Cen Qing stepped forward and pulled the boy behind her.
"Since he is your slave, everything is at your disposal."
The dagger landed with a crisp sound.
Aisha still had a decent smile on her face, and took a few steps back.
Even though there were no new wounds, blood still scrambled from the boy's arm to flow into the box.
The ice cubes melted little by little, revealing the carefully stored things inside.
The young man took the box from the servant, half-kneeled in front of Cen Qing, lowered his eyes and said,
"Master, please enjoy your afternoon tea."
Jiang Ci didn't care about the wound on his arm, just knelt on the cold marble floor, his expression difficult to distinguish.
And the moment he spoke, Cen Qing recognized the boy in front of him.
This is... Jiang Ci!
The atmosphere in the air gradually solidified, and the liquid from the melting ice slipped down Jiang Ci's arm.
Mixed with blood, it fell to the ground tick-tock.
"Master Earl, this thing should be eaten while it is fresh."
Aisha gently reminded from the side.
It was only in the tone, but it was too strong to be rejected.
Cen Qing came back to his senses, looked down at the things in the box, his pupils shrank—
"This familiar smell must have been quickly frozen shortly after it was dug out."
Aisha smiled all over her face, and even licked the corners of her chapped lips.
"Where did you dig..."
Cen Qing has been completely numb here, and the words he said have not passed through his brain.
Is this a role-playing game played by humans?
She would rather go back to the last illusion, that group of zombies is much cuter than this group of glamorous people!
Aisha didn't care about Cen Qing's pale face.
It turned out that Lord Earl's afternoon tea...
(Skip this paragraph, I’m here to make up the number of words, the system often deletes paragraphs with word counts, so I won’t make up for fear of being deleted)
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