Chapter 443: Deep Mansion (Thirty-one)

What the hell is this? This 'green bean cake' almost made Dalia vomit.

"Why don't you answer? Aunt Pan hasn't even officially entered the family yet, and she already dares to look down on me?"

The lady was holding a plate in her hand, her voice full of anger, but her expression was strangely joyful, with the corners of her mouth raised high, forming an arc that no normal person could make.

The crack even continued to lengthen, as if splitting the entire face in half.

Dalia looked at the bright blue sky above her head, fear in her eyes: "No, no, no, I dare not..."

The lady maintained a strange attitude, looked at her for a while, and sneered: "If you don't dare, just take it, eat, and then leave."

He leaned forward again, and the strong smell of blood was like rust soaked in rain, pungent like a needle.

At this time, the lady's face had long lost its gentleness, and the excitement in her eyes was almost turning into reality, as if something was stirring in her body.

This gave Dalia the illusion that if she didn't eat the pastries, she would die immediately at the other party's hands.

But this pastry... she couldn't eat it even if she died! Besides, who knew if eating this would cause her to mutate?

For a moment, Dalia seemed to be in a dilemma.

Whether she eats or not, she seems to be doomed...

During this period, the lady's ghost-like state became more and more serious. Countless tiny white frosts began to condense on her face, and the corpse spots on her face were like wood ears blooming in the snow, gradually covering her up piece by piece, and her original appearance could no longer be seen.

The plate containing the blood-red pastries was shaking constantly due to the excitement, and the pastries were firmly attached to the bottom of the plate due to the sticky blood, and could not be shaken.

Dalia's eyes were also full of disappointment. Just when she thought she was dead, the young man who had been watching suddenly reached out and grabbed the other end of the plate.

He was very calm and not nervous at all when facing the ghost. He didn't even need to prepare a lie before telling it.

He just said lightly: "Madam, she is also allergic to mung beans."

'Bang! '

When the lady turned her neck, the bones cracked, leaving only a piece of skin connecting the joints, making her posture look at the young man weird and scary.

It was like a hanging shower, with its head lowered and its eyeballs rolled upwards, leaving only a long, thin oval, and the rest was all white.

Dalia was so frightened by this scene that her legs went weak and she sat down on the ground with a thud.

Fortunately, she still had her sanity and knew to cover her mouth in time, so that the man and the ghost in the confrontation did not notice her.

A moment later, the lady saw the young man's smiling face and suddenly let go of the plate. "She's allergic, so I'll give it to you. You can't say you're allergic to mung beans too, right?"

Yu Huo raised his eyebrows slightly but said nothing.

Although he really wanted to say yes.

Sure enough, the lady didn't wait for his answer and smiled slowly: "If you are allergic, eat a piece and let me see. If you dare to lie..."

'Bang! '

Another sound of dislocated bones was heard. The sun was now blocked by thick clouds, and the surrounding snowflakes seemed to absorb the remaining warmth, making people sweat.

Dalia looked at him anxiously. Even though she knew that the young man was a disciple of Maoshan, she still couldn't help but worry.

After all, the other party was targeted by the Madam because of her... But when she was asked to face such a terrifying Madam again, she couldn't even stand up straight.

Really, she can raise her fist in front of a brown bear, but Chinese horror... Sorry to bother you.

She really couldn't muster up the courage, and even wanted to bury herself right now.

Fortunately, the young man was much more reliable when facing ghosts than the fortune teller. He just gathered his coat and stuffed the disgusting cakes in his hand back as if nothing had happened. "Madam, it's not proper to give such good things to servants. You should eat it yourself."

The lady sneered and put her hands behind her back: "I have gained a lot of weight recently and cannot eat snacks."

Yu Huo narrowed his fox eyes and glanced at the other person up and down. There was a look of scrutiny in his eyes, but there was no malice at all, which made people feel calm.

Then he said, "Madam, you are so slender, why are you so hard on yourself?"

As soon as the words fell, the lady's eyes drifted down, and she looked at her body, her cold tone suddenly turned resentful.

"If that's the case, then why doesn't my husband like me anymore?"

"Madam, instead of blaming yourself, why not bury someone else? What if he's blind?" Yu Huo said, and stretched out his hand to the stunned madam. With two crisp sounds, he broke the other's dislocated bones back into place.

lady:"......"

After doing all this, Yu Huo retreated one meter away and stretched out his arm to push the mung bean cake forward again.

But the lady still stood with her hands behind her back and refused to take it, nor did she say anything.

Yu Huoduan was tired and had to retract his hand. He held the mung bean cake and whispered, "Since it is a reward from my madam, I will accept it. However, I still have a lot of work to do and I really don't have time to taste the cake. I can only save it for when I am free. I am afraid that I will let my madam down."

The lady's face slowly returned to normal after hearing the justification he gave. She nodded slightly, pointed at Dalia, and said, "That's fine. There are many things to prepare for the wedding at home. Let her go with you to help. I don't need anyone to wait on me here."

Yu Huo reached out and pulled up Dalia, whose clothes were already soaked with cold sweat, and bent back.

Before leaving, he stood outside the courtyard and took a quick look inside. He saw his wife lying in front of the stone table, stroking the guqin with her slender fingers, her whole body filled with nostalgia.

The next second, the lady suddenly looked up.

This sudden and unexpected glance caught Yu Huo off guard, forcing him to meet his wife's gaze. However, she didn't attack him. She simply glanced at him and raised her voice, "By the way, are you the servant who serves the zither player?"

Hearing the question, Yu Huo was forced to stop and said "yes".

The lady nodded and said, "That's perfect. You can go and ask the musician to come over later. I want to listen to the music of High Mountains and Flowing Water again..."

Dalia was dragged by Yu Huo all the way out of the main courtyard. Until she could no longer see the lady's face, she touched her wet back belatedly, and it seemed that the coldness of surviving a disaster was still attached to it.

She shuddered and hugged herself, then looked at the plate of 'green bean cakes' in the young man's hand and burped physiologically.

Noticing the young man's speechless gaze, Dalia could only ask in a hoarse voice, "What should we do with this...thing?"

Yu Huo looked down at the plate. The maggots on the pastry had already slid down with the liquid, wriggling around the outside of the plate and gathering towards his fingers.

Yu Huo was so disgusted by this scene that he was speechless.