Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 197

The man was pulled close by surprise.

In the next second, a warm touch swept across his lips, and the other party’s voice floated into his mind-the impact of those simple words was no less than an earth-shaking tsunami, which instantly took his heart The sober mind was overwhelmed, as if all the previous thoughts in his mind had been broken up, floating on a blank ocean of joy.

Before he could react, the other party retreated, and the door closed again.

“Wait…” The man quickly pressed the door with his eyes and hands. Although he didn’t need to breathe, his chest was undulating uneasily. He stared at the young man standing inside the door with scorching eyes. His voice was a little unstable, and he said hoarsely: “another one.”

Ge Xiu narrowed his eyes and smiled.

As long as he wants to, he can maximize the advantages of his five senses.

The other party was slightly taken aback.

“Good night.”

Ge Xiu blinked, smiled slyly and triumphantly, and then slammed the door shut before the opponent returned to his senses.

The door panel and the door frame slammed together, echoing in the deadly dark corridor.

The man fixedly stared at the closed door in front of him, the waves raging deep in his dark eyes.

After a long time, he raised his hand and rubbed his cold fingers gently across his pale lower lip.

The human body temperature is too bright and strong for him, and there seems to be a little warm and soft touch on the lips, and it rushes into the chest from the skin that was just touched, until now it is still hot.

He lowered his eyes and laughed lowly:

“……Good night.”

In the next second, wave-like fluctuations appeared in the air, and the man’s figure slowly dissipated in the air like smoke, without any shadow remaining.

·

the next day.

The chime of mechanical clocks broke the silence, resounding throughout the huge building, echoing in the long and dark corridors and staircases.

In the lifeless villa, it seemed to suddenly come alive. All the lights came on again, completely driving the darkness out of the building. The footsteps of the maid butler rang everywhere in the villa, and the low whispers and the collision of dishes The sound filled the air, and it seemed to have suddenly changed from a tomb to a living world full of vitality.

Ge Xiu opened his eyes and yawned slowly.

“Morning.” The man sat in an armchair not far away and smiled at Ge Xiu when he looked over.

——He doesn’t seem to be prepared to conceal the fact that he has been staring at each other for a long time.

Ge Xiu: “…”

He took a deep breath: “Do you have to say hello to me in this way?”

The man blinked: “Don’t you like it?”

Ge Xiu: “…not at all.”

The other party nodded, as if seriously writing down his opinions, and solemnly said: “Then I will try another method next time.”

“…” Ge Xiu suddenly had an ominous premonition: “…No more.”

The other party laughed, got up from the armchair, then picked up the tray on the table next to it, walked over, and put it on the small cabinet next to the bed: “Hey, the housekeeper just brought it.”

Ge Xiu glanced at the contents of the plate.

Toasted browned toast, refreshments, fruits and vegetables, stir-fried eggs with butter.

The color combination is rich and balanced, and it looks quite delicate.

He raised his eyebrows: “This copy is still in charge of food?”

“Of course. But the content of everyone’s food is closely related to their identity.” The man took out the contents of the tray unhurriedly, acting gently and gracefully.

“Don’t worry, these are real food.” He blinked at Ge Xiu: “I checked.”

Ge Xiu glanced at him: “Have you met the housekeeper?”

“Yes.” The man smiled slightly: “I handled it very cleanly.”

Ge Xiu frowned, a little annoyed:

“I am not caring about you again.”

“Good, good.” The smile on the other side’s lips deepened: “I am amorous.”

Ge Xiu: “…”

He lowered his eyes and poked the food in front of him with a silver fork without expression.

——[He] in this world is getting more and more uncomfortable.

At this moment, a hand suddenly reached out in front of his eyes.

The fingers spread out slowly.

I saw a candy lying in the palm of the other party, and the sugar paper wrapped around the candy was shining under the light, as if faintly pour out some kind of sweet and secret temptation.

Ge Xiu’s eyes lit up slightly.

He restrained his shining eyes, stretched his face, solemnly stretched out his hand to take the candy from the palm of the opponent, raised his eyes and glanced at the man standing in front of him, and then reluctantly said:

“……Thanks.”

The corners of the man’s lips deepen: “It is my honor to serve you.”

·

When Ge Xiu came downstairs, the atmosphere in the hall was very strange.

The hostess—according to the information gathered last night, her name is Elizabeth Wright—is sitting in the middle of the sofa, and the other players stand tremblingly on the side. On the ground lies a broken teacup. The tea leaves were scattered on the ground, half of **** fingers and a nerve-connected eyeball lay in the center of the water stain.

Mrs. Wright’s face looked strange.

Although there are traces of time, the face is still extraordinarily beautiful and stiff like a mask, and the corners of the eyebrows and eyes reveal a weird feeling. Her face is like a piece of skin separated from the bone, just hanging loosely on this character. , Her eyes were staring at a player standing aside, her eyes were dark and grim, as if the thick maliciousness hidden under the skin could turn into black slime, flowing out of her seven orifices. of.

The same is true for other NPCs in the room.

The maid and the butler remained motionless, looking at the player who made the mistake with the same eyes.

The player in the center of his sight stood stiffly on the spot, his face pale as wax, as if melted sweat was flowing down his forehead, his whole person trembled like sifting chaff, almost a little unstable in his standing-even if Ge Xiu didn’t know The cause and effect can also be seen, one of this player’s opportunity has been used up.

He kept walking down quietly.

When Ge Xiu stepped onto the last step, the stagnant scene suddenly returned to flow.

Mrs. Wright’s face returned to its previous normal and beautiful appearance, and the other housekeepers and maids, as if nothing had happened, continued to carry out the work at hand-sweeping the dust, and awaiting orders.

As if the weird scene just now was an illusion of people.

Mrs. Wright did not seem to see the eyeballs and fingers in them. She pointed to the tea and debris scattered on the ground in disgust, and ordered: “Sweep all these away, there are guests in the house, what would it look like to leave this trash here? .”

The players woke up like a dream, and hurriedly started cleaning the debris on the ground.

The player who messed up seemed to have survived the disaster, and joined in tremblingly.

Ge Xiu walked down the steps.

Mrs. Wright seemed to have only seen him at this time, and walked over quickly with her skirt. She took Ge Xiu’s hand: “My dear, why are you coming down now?”

Ge Xiu was expressionless: “It’s late to bed.”

The surrounding players took a sigh of relief—they just saw clearly how easily the player just caught the handle of the mistake, and lost an opportunity, but now the other player is so indifferent to make a superhuman setting. Answer… They held their breath, feeling that the npc in front of them seemed to be tearing off the hypocritical mask in the next second, revealing a fierce face.

But unexpectedly, Mrs. Wright only frowned and complained:

“How many times have I warned you? Why are you still the same?”

“There are so many guests at home, don’t be self-willed.” She raised her hand to summon the maid standing by, while pushing Ge Xiu: “Take the lady to the dressing room. The tailor is already waiting for her.”

The maid on the side came over and curtseyed to Ge Xiu: “Miss, please come with me.”

Ge Xiu glanced at the trembling players not far away, then retracted his gaze and followed the steps of the maid in front of him.

After passing through several dimly lit side halls and winding corridors, the maid stopped in front of one of the doors. She bowed to Ge Xiu and saluted: “Miss, here it is.”

Ge Xiu raised his hand and pushed open the door.

A pungent, **** smell instantly hit the face, the thick rusty smell seemed to condense into a solid in the air, and the metal smell deposited on the tongue coating for a long time.

This is a huge room with a high ceiling. All kinds of costumes and long skirts are hung on the shelves in the room and in the special solid wood wardrobe. There are also two male servants standing in the corner, bending over The ready-made and semi-ready garments were carefully sorted out. In the silent room, there was a rustling sound between the cloth and the cloth.

The window is open, and the dark and sticky sky outside the house can be seen through the window. It is slightly lighter than the color of yesterday, like a rolling gray cloud, which can only be seen from the sky that is slightly brighter than last night. , I can barely tell that the time of appearance is daytime.

A bust of a mannequin stood in the middle of the room, while a tall tailor stood aside with a tape measure and scissors in hand, bending over as if he was trimming the clothes on the mannequin.

It is wearing a long skirt.

The fabric of the skirt is sewn with a piece of thick human skin. The stitches meticulously fix the extruded skin into shape. The white bones are supported under the skirt to hold up the huge skirt.

Through the **** epidermis, you can see the looming capillaries and the remaining flesh and blood residues.

The blood dripped drop by drop from the lower end of the skirt, penetrated into the thick carpet, and was completely absorbed in an instant.

The tailor holding the scissors turned around. The blade of the scissors in his hand was still stained with half-dried blood. The sharp blade was like dark rust. He looked forty or fifty years old. He was thin and dressed in a well-cut suit. Vest.

The tailor looked natural and greeted Ge Xiu with a smile:

“Miss, you are finally here.”

Ge Xiu walked into the room without changing his face, and stopped in front of the skirt.

The smell of blood became stronger.

He raised his eyes and looked at the bust in a long blood-colored human leather skirt in front of him—the model in the skirt was not made of wood, but made of real people. That person couldn’t see men and women. Because the skin on his body has been completely peeled off, only traces of neatly arranged muscles are left on the bones, and a pair of eyeballs that have lost their eyelids seem to be covered with a gray cloud, staring silently forward.

The tailor came over with a smile on his face, raised his hand to reach the lace of the skirt behind the model, and said as he untied it:

“Miss, are you ready to try your wedding dress?”

More blood dripped from the tailor’s fingers, staining his palms and cuffs with scarlet color.

Ge Xiu retracted his gaze and replied calmly:

“Do not.”

“This…” The smile on the tailor’s face froze: “May I ask you why this is…”

He asked: “Is it dissatisfied with the style? Or the fabric…”

The servants standing in the corner stopped their movements and looked at them together. Two pairs of eyes stuck to Ge Xiu’s body, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, Ge Xiu lifted his foot without warning, and kicked the corpse in a long skirt made of human skin before him.

The tailor who was still chattering was caught off guard and was violently knocked over. He rolled with the corpse with a sound of “Ouch”, and the suit that was originally very neat and tidy was instantly stained with sticky blood.

Ge Xiu stared at him condescendingly and smiled slightly:

“This lady is happy.”

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