C7 Last Dinner(6)

The old man came out of the gloom with a tray, and beside it the red liquid in the goblet glowed.

The liquid rippled with its charm and attracted people's attention.

Chung Jingchen felt that he was a little thirsty, but also a little hungry. It had been a long time since he had such a strong appetite.

He covered his mouth and nose with his hand to prevent the smell from entering. The meat had just been served to the table and the wine had been looted. The two glasses of red liquid were ignored. He had to admit that the temptation of raw meat was indeed much greater.

But Chung Jingchen wanted to take a gamble.

When the two glasses of wine were picked up at the same time, Chung Jingchen saw Wai Heng's smile, which was unusually dazzling under the candle flame.

"Cheers?"

Wai Heng shook the goblet. His long and strong hands were even whiter than before.

Chung Jingchen snorted and laughed. The goblet clanged against each other.

The icy cold liquid carried an extremely strong penetrating force, as if it was going to pierce through flesh and explode.

The sudden violence stimulated the stomach, causing people to bend down involuntarily.

"F * ck, don't tell me I guessed wrong."

Chung Jingchen's hair on his forehead was wet with sweat. He could even help a duck take a bath with a wave of his hand.

"You talk too much." Wai Heng's condition was not much better. His lips began to turn white, and the blood quickly retreated under the overwhelming pain.

The candle flame shook violently. Looking at the wild beast feast, the castle master's shrill laughter echoed in the castle.

The plate shattered on the ground, and the remaining liquid still flowed. The girl who was the first to snatch the plate knelt down and licked the last bit of sweetness.

"My guests, after the feast, you guys should rest."

The long words that sounded like prayers comforted the irrational predator.

The girl kneeling on the ground suddenly stopped moving. She looked at her hands in a daze and let out a despairing scream. It almost tore through the glass and pierced one's eardrums.

When the people who gradually woke up realized what they had done, they fell into chaos. The sound of vomiting became the main rhythm.

"How disgusting." Chung Jingchen held the table and panted. Making people do things that made them feel disgusted, and then making them realize what they had done. They were good at torturing people.

The stabbing pain gradually faded. At least they could walk upright.

Wai Heng signaled Chung Jingchen to follow the old man who was preparing to go upstairs and lead the people to the room. He put his hands in his pockets and held the medical tape that had not been opened yet.

The stairs were made of wood. The sound of footsteps could be heard as everyone stepped heavily into the shadows. Compared to the horror and novelty they had when they first arrived, it was more of despair and death now.

The corridor was lit with oil lamps, and the shadows swayed as they dragged the newcomers.

"Choose your own room." The old man came downstairs with a full smile, leaving behind a group of people who didn't know what to do.

Chung Jingchen pushed open the door closest to him. There was only one room. There was not even a toilet. There was a bed and a table in the room.

The oil lamp on the table had been lit, but the color was green. The curtains swayed.

"Double room, choose your partner." Chung Jingchen was the first to enter the room. A few seconds later, he stepped back and dragged Wai Heng in.

The hand of the girl who was about to partner with Wai Heng froze in the air. Her face looked like it was about to merge with the darkness.

Of course, Chung Jingchen in the room did not know that he had been greeted by eighteen generations of ancestors. He shook his feet on the bed. There were many walls with complicated patterns on them. Although the light was not very clear, one could still see that these patterns were the same as the tabletop door.

Would these patterns have any special meaning?

Chung Jingchen touched the curvaceous patterns with his hand. A strange feeling surged in through his fingertips. For some reason, his nose felt a little sore.

"Don't touch it!"