nycdaug Chapter 542: Four Games of Cruise Ship Hunting (4)
Chapter 542: Four Games of Cruise Ship Hunting (4)
Song Yuesheng frowned, holding onto the table for support, and urged, "Yan Li, please tell me quickly. Otherwise, I will go to treat my injury later and will have to come to see you tomorrow."
Yan Li glanced at the wound on her chest, quickly looked away, and spoke slowly.
"This is the second Onirii."
Song Yuesheng lowered his eyes.
Day and night reversed.
A game that offers hunting and lust.
She asked again, "Where are captured witchers and ordinary people usually kept?"
Yan Li raised his eyes slightly.
"The second thing. Song Yuesheng, if you want to know the answer, then take my blow."
The male protagonist is determined to let Sister Yue die.
Blue Sparrow quickly reminded.
"Sister Yue, Sister Yue, the mission value has finally reached 80%, you must not be stupid!"
But Song Yuesheng threw the dagger aside, looked at Yan Li with a smile, and said the same thing: "Please hurry up, I'm in a hurry."
"Succubi don't have that kind of boring sympathy."
Yan Li crossed his hands, made an extremely complicated gesture, and then pointed in the direction of Song Yuesheng.
Everyone has desires.
He wanted to see what her desires were.
However, Yan Li quickly withdrew his magic, an unnatural blush appeared on his cheeks, and he spoke quickly.
"On the 21st floor, I don't know the exact room. Guests of Zui Xiao Yao's first-class rooms usually go to pick up their 'goods' before midnight."
Song Yuesheng picked up the first-class room decoration on the table and said jokingly, "Are you going too?"
Yan Li turned back: "Don't confuse us."
"Yes." Song Yuesheng summoned the Soul-Breaking Umbrella back into his hand and said with a smile, "Mr. Yan, you can't paint without a model. When things are done, I will definitely help you finish the painting."
Yan Li paused and walked quickly towards the room.
A very good draft is placed on the drawing board.
No canvas obstruction.
Can recognize oneself.
Yan Li clicked his tongue in annoyance.
I will definitely have contact with Song Yuesheng in the future.
He doesn't want to.
She has a very strange soul.
And his technique is to see a person's deepest desires and use them, but what he just saw was himself.
The picture is unsightly.
It's complete bullshit.
Only a fool would believe that the deepest desire in the heart of a demon hunter is him.
Yan Li took a mop to wipe the blood off the floor.
suddenly.
He frowned.
This taste...
Yan Li then opened the refrigerator in the house and found that the bowl of pig blood prepared for making pig blood and tofu soup was empty.
There were rags in the trash can next to it.
madman?
Ah.
A liar indeed!
What He Xiubai said about her being the most deceptive photographer was absolutely true.
"Sister Yue, are you sighing because the male protagonist Yan Li saw you and wanted to do something to him?"
The screen is just full of mosaics.
After all, it has been following Sister Yue for so long, it must be too familiar with the situation.
Song Yuesheng threw the blood bag on his chest into the trash can on the 21st floor corridor and said regretfully, "No, I'm just sad that the self-torture trick I prepared for He Xiubai is gone."
The idea was to kill two birds with one stone, but in the end only one was hit.
However, there are still some extra gains.
Yan Li was painting her, but before he finished, he destroyed the painting for some reason.
Song Yuesheng quickly wiped the blood off his clothes, then used the Soul-Breaking Umbrella to check every room, only to find that all the rooms were empty.
If Yan Li didn't lie to her, then there was a secret passage on the 21st floor.
But it was too late.
She hid in the room closest to the elevator and quietly observed outside through the peephole.
"I heard that the demon hunter with an umbrella on the Oneriyi came here last night and caused a big commotion."
"She was the one who caused Lin Zhou's injuries."
"That's not all. I heard from people who attended the meeting last night that she even took Mr. Sheng and his men away in front of them."
"It's really a suicide mission."
……
The dozen or so men and women outside the door quickly shifted the topic to the "goods" to be selected.
The words spoken are not pleasing to the ear.
Song Yuesheng kept teleporting to the next room so that he could monitor the outside through the peepholes in each room.
I saw them walking straight to the end of the corridor, then turning the lights on the wall counterclockwise a few times. The walls at the end were pulled apart to the left and right, and faint sounds could be heard coming from inside.
found it.
Song Yuesheng waited for them to leave and then went in after a while.
The secret passage behind the wall is spacious and winding.
Turn around and go around again.
She walked for a long time before her vision became clear.
At the end of the secret passage was an open space with a stove in the middle, and there seemed to be tied-up men and women all around.
Someone called out a number, and a waiter dressed in hotel uniform untied a person from one of the pillars.
or insult.
Or abuse.
All the lifeless ones were thrown into the great furnace.
Song Yuesheng felt sick.
She covered her chest and retched as if she wanted to vomit.
"what!"
Sudden.
A sharp scream was heard.
Song Yuesheng immediately turned around and prepared to rescue the crying girl.
Night charm?
She was lifted into the air by a force, her hands grasping her neck, as if she was being strangled.
The big stove in the middle blocked my view and I couldn’t see who it was.
Song Yuesheng immediately raised the Soul-Breaking Umbrella and recited the spell incantation.
Ye Mei noticed the black umbrella that suddenly flew into the air, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.
She tilted her head and looked at the person who was hiding his figure with mockery.
"The demon hunter with the umbrella is here..."
Ye Mei felt a sudden surge of strength in his body.
Blood was flowing from his mouth.
But Ye Mei still smiled: "Hahahaha... If I die, you, as a succubus, won't survive..."
As soon as she finished speaking, she stopped breathing.
The whole person turned into a ball of black mist and flew into the body of the man wearing the black hood.
The man was about to leave when he suddenly felt weak, as if the energy and blood in his body were continuously flowing into the black umbrella.
Looking around again, he found that other succubi were also struggling, and then they all turned into black mist and dissipated.
"Run!"
"Don't delay!"
There are still people.
Song Yuesheng raised his hand and used the dagger transformed from the Soul-Breaking Umbrella to take their lives.
The smell of blood is overwhelming.
The bodies were almost all over the ground.
She walked in and roughly counted that there were about twenty people kidnapped.
Perhaps because they were frightened, no one woke up.
Without the male protagonist, the Soul-Breaking Umbrella could not take people away from the hotel, so Song Yuesheng cast a protective spell on everyone.
We can hold on for as long as we can.
Ye Mei died before the Soul-Breaking Umbrella, and no one knew who he wanted to kill.
She pursed her lips.
If we want to eradicate it completely, we can only rely on them.
Song Yuesheng's mind moved and he left the place.
After she left, someone struggled to crawl out from the pile of corpses.
The hood then fell away, revealing a very familiar face.
Tang Xuning wiped the blood from his mouth: "Song Yuesheng, your two souls have returned to your body, and you must die..."
boom!
After taking only two steps, she fainted on the ground.
[Beep - The host is detected to have attempted to kill the heroine, and will be punished for fifteen minutes. ]
What the hell?
She didn’t even see Tang Xu… The one who killed Ye Mei was the heroine?
Tsk.
It's such bad luck.
Song Yuesheng raised her umbrella slightly and looked at Sheng Qiwen who was on guard: "I will come to talk to you about the hotel again."
Come when you want and go when you want.
Sheng Qiwen frowned.
The hotel is like this every year, what can I say?
Does she really think she can do whatever she wants with that umbrella?
Eighteenth floor.
He Xiubai looked at Song Yuesheng who appeared out of nowhere and curled his lips in sarcasm.
"Hey, you come so late, do you want to fight to the death?"
Song Yuesheng hugged her arms and shivered. The coldness surging from her soul made her unable to utter a word.
This time the punishment method has changed.
Freezing is just as bad as electric shock.
He Xiubai took a glance.
"A new trick?"
He walked over and looked down at her.
"Song Yuesheng, do you think it's fun to lie to me?"
His tone was full of self-mockery and sarcasm, as if he was questioning, or mocking his own naivety.
Song Yuesheng held his breath in his hands and raised his head with difficulty: "Except for not telling you that I know your identity. He Xiubai, what have I lied to you about?"
"I gave you the bracelet because I really wanted to help you avoid those troubles. I know that low-level succubi in heat will entangle anyone, including demon hunters and succubi. Don't you know that?"
She pulled her sleeves down and hunched her neck.
"I said before, our group of demon hunters has its own principles, and we specialize in killing evil succubi."
"Seeing someone you like, what's wrong with wanting to make friends with them?"
After hearing this, He Xiubai pulled her up from the ground with a gloomy face.
"I won't believe anything you say anymore. If you don't leave, I'll kill you..."
Before he could finish his words, Song Yuesheng grabbed his hand and threw herself into his arms.
Her face brushed against his chin as if it were touching a piece of ice.
He Xiubai subconsciously asked: "Why are you so cold?"
"It's an old illness. It will be better soon. Let me hold you for a while..."
Song Yuesheng buried her head in his chest, her voice muffled and weak through the fabric of her clothes.
"Sparrow Spirit, how long will it take?"
"Sister Yue, only three minutes have passed."
Song Yuesheng hugged He Xiubai's waist tightly.
He wasn't warm at all.
If she hadn't been anxious to get him to solve the hotel issue, she would have really wanted to kick him out.
He Xiubai could feel her body trembling slightly.
He feels unwell.
Even the breath she exhaled was cold when she spoke.
He grabbed Song Yuesheng's arm but found that he couldn't let go.
It’s that broken umbrella again!
He Xiubai took a deep breath and said, "Let me go. If you don't let me go, I will really kill you."
Song Yuesheng hummed, but he didn't hear it.
"What did you say?"
He Xiubai twisted her head.
next moment.
She fell backwards uncontrollably.
At the moment of falling to the ground, He Xiubai caught Song Yuesheng steadily.
The temperature of her body was colder than an ice cellar.
The soul seems weaker than before.
Will I die if my old illness relapses?
A complicated look appeared on He Xiubai's face.
He lowered his head and heard Song Yuesheng murmuring unconsciously.
"Cold...cold..."
Humans are trouble.
There are always some big and small illnesses in the body.
He Xiubai hesitated for a moment, then picked her up horizontally.
The bell on the wrist made a subtle sound.
He glanced at the black oil-paper umbrella hanging to the side.
Broken umbrella.
……
Huggins has no complaints about getting up early in the morning.
But he didn't expect to be treating a demon hunter.
Still the demon hunter who uses an umbrella as a weapon.
After examining her, Harkins replied, "Mr. He, she is healthy and has no injuries. The coldness in her body may be a disease that the demon hunter has had since childhood. If you want treatment, you can only find a demon hunter."
He Xiubai raised his hand and said, "Butler Sun, send Higgins away."
Since it's a disease he's had since childhood, he's been taking medicine since he was young, so he won't die easily.
I really can't tell that he is still a medicine bottle.
Butler Sun nodded in agreement.
The moment he left the room, he saw He Xiubai sitting beside the bed, with a rare look of concern on his face.
Oops.
Something big has happened.
Butler Sun sent Higgins to the door, told him not to tell anyone, and then turned back.
"Master, I heard on my way here that something tragic happened on the 21st floor. Everyone died, except Tang Xuning, and all the succubi disappeared. The sober 'cargo' said that he saw a black oil-paper umbrella."
He Xiubai tucked in the quilt and turned his head: "What do you want to say?"
"Master, only succubi will not leave behind a corpse after death." Steward Sun observed He Xiubai's expression and continued, "The people she killed were very involved. You shouldn't have left her here."
He Xiubai sneered: "Am I afraid of them?"
"Master..."
Butler Sun hesitated to speak, his eyes revealing more pleading and worry.
He Xiubai didn't want to listen anymore and shouted, "Get out."
Butler Sun knelt on the ground with a plop and advised with tears in his eyes.
"Master, the tragedy of twenty years ago is still fresh in my mind. If the master and the mistress knew that you..."
"Like a demon hunter."
He Xiubai added the second half of the sentence calmly.
"Don't worry, I know where the bottom line is. When this trip is over, it's over for good."
The atmosphere in the room froze instantly, and the lights flickered, as if trembling with this unspeakable heaviness.
Seeing that he was serious, Butler Sun knew that this was a promise, so he stopped trying to persuade him and left on his own accord.
He Xiubai didn't know when he started to like Song Yuesheng.
Maybe it was the ice cream-like kiss in the elevator, or maybe it was the years when he wanted to kill her in his dreams. When he tried to repair his weakness in the dreams, she instead lured him out of his true form.
never mind.
She has stayed in his heart.
If Song Yuesheng could like him a little bit, he could stay with her regardless of anyone's expression.
All obstacles will be eliminated by him.
but……
dislike.
Maybe there is, but it's not what he wants.
He Xiubai caressed her cold face lovingly.
The "deception" was to take advantage of her guilt to distance herself from him, and the hotel's increased security was also to prevent her from coming here again.
He wanted to dig her out of his heart in this way.
It happens again.
"It will take another six days to return."
"Song Yuesheng, if I help you get rid of the games in the hotel, will you stop coming to me? Will I no longer have to suffer the pain of missing you?"
Neither the quilt nor the air conditioner seemed to be able to provide any heat, and Song Yuesheng rubbed his palms unconsciously.
He Xiubai smiled and answered himself: "I took it as your consent."
……
heat.
very hot.
It's like a volcano, and also like a sea of fire.
Song Yuesheng suddenly opened his eyes.
Oh.
How many quilts did she cover herself with?
Song Yuesheng sat up from the quilt with difficulty, took out a tissue from the tissue box on the table next to him to wipe his sweat, and inadvertently saw that the air-conditioning temperature was 35 degrees.
It seems to be the highest temperature.
It’s really hard for He Xiubai.
"Sister Yue, the male lead He Xiubai last night..."
When Blue Sparrow saw Song Yuesheng wake up, she told her everything that happened after she fainted last night.
Song Yuesheng answered while putting on his shoes.
"The original plot of this world takes place during the voyage. There is still some time before returning to Basil City, so there is no rush."
20% of the task value is difficult to obtain, so solve the hotel problem first.
Although the result was different from what she expected, He Xiubai was determined to resolve the matter.
The rest depends on Sheng Qiwen.
If you don't cooperate, I will threaten you with the Soul-Crushing Umbrella.
Such a convenient weapon cannot be wasted.