Chapter 167: Dark Fairy Tale, Cinderella Makes a Deal with the Devil (25)

"What did you say?"

Cinderella's voice was shocked, her pupils widened in anger, and her face had an ugly look as if she had fallen into madness.

"How do you know it!"

Cinderella stared at Shen Yuan with a sinister look in her eyes. Her whole body was shaking violently, and the arc of her chest rising and falling was extremely unstable.

How is this possible?

How could Dusula possibly know about the existence of that evil spirit? !

Chen Yuan looked at her desperate appearance and curled the corners of his lips sarcastically.

"Not only do I know of its existence, I also know the deal you made with it. Cinderella, you offered your soul as a sacrifice to make a deal with the evil spirit. Was it worth it?"

"It's worth it! Why isn't it worth it? Dusula, I want you to die, and I want everyone in the manor to be buried with me!"

After saying this, she laughed excitedly, her face was hideous and terrifying, and her facial features were distorted into a ball.

Chen Yuan suddenly felt that she was the most suitable person to be a demon.

"After we die, we can be reborn as human beings, but you will be forever trapped in the Avici Hell, burned by the blazing fire, and will never be able to turn over."

"So what? I don't care! I don't give a damn!"

Cinderella roared, blood rushing up and hitting her temples.

She suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, holding her chest and retching, but nothing came out.

"Are you sure you really don't care?"

Chen Yuan said this quietly, no longer looking at her, and turned to walk into the Rose Manor.

Cinderella was so dizzy and pale from her words.

Her legs went limp and she collapsed to the ground, mumbling unconsciously.

"I don't care...I don't care, I want you to die, I want you to die!"

"No...it was the evil spirit that tempted me, I didn't want to..."

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

Cinderella shook her head frantically. Suddenly, she didn't know what she thought of. She hurriedly got up from the ground and ran towards the woodshed.

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Time passed quickly, and soon, two days had passed.

During these two days, Elas was visibly happy and excited. During the meal, he even casually gave the maid two expensive necklaces.

However, Chen Yuan felt that something was more and more wrong, and a strong sense of unease surged in his heart that could not be ignored.

[Host, this is bad. The development of the story is different from the original plot.]

Shen Yuan was in Anastasia's bedroom, staring blankly at the bottles and jars on the dressing table.

When she heard Wangzai's sudden voice, her pupils shrank and her voice trembled uncontrollably.

"In the Grimm fairy tale, Anastasia cut off her heel and left with the guards wearing the crystal slippers. However, halfway through, blood seeped out of the crystal slippers, so the guards sent her back."

"It's been two days now. I just want to know, is Anastasia still alive?"

The room suddenly fell into a strange silence.

After a while, Wangzai spoke hesitantly.

It deliberately lowered its voice, fearing that it would cause strong emotional fluctuations in Shen Yuan.

[Host, I just checked the character file and found that Anastasia's health value...]

When he said this, Wangzi paused, took a deep breath and continued

Disappeared.

Shen Yuan's fair and tender fingertips suddenly stiffened, and a bone-chilling chill rose from her spine and instantly swept through her whole body.

The disappearance of health points of characters in the small world means death.

What happened to Anastasia in the palace? Was her fake identity exposed, or were there other unknown reasons?

She previously said that Prince Philip never had a brother named Raphael.

Wangzai told her that Raphael was indeed the king's eighteenth son.

What is going on with all this?...

A lot of confusing thoughts were lingering in Shen Yuan's mind.

She suddenly felt shortness of breath and crawled on the dressing table, gasping for breath.

[Host, are you okay? Where do you feel uncomfortable?]

Wangzai originally thought that she was just ill, but he saw that Chen Yuan's shoulders were shaking, and a shrill and mournful sob came from them.

Crying can easily infect other people's emotions.

Even though Wangzai was just a system, he could still feel the deep sadness emanating from Shen Yuan.

As far as it could remember, except when it broke up with the Lord God and when Grandma Yang passed away, it had never seen the host cry so sadly.

Wangzai's heart softened, and he was about to speak to comfort her when he suddenly felt a chilling and murderous aura spreading in from outside the door.

【Host, someone is coming. 】

There is no other hellish breath that is so terrifying and strong except for that evil ghost.

Chen Yuan raised her head, her face full of tear marks, looking very embarrassed.

She wiped it casually before she had time to sort out her emotions.

A cold, pale hand covered the back of her neck.

The skin on the back of my neck was completely cold, without a trace of warmth, like a dead person's hand.

"Dusula."

Argos' voice was as cold as his body temperature, as if it was quenched with a layer of ice.

Shen Yuan didn't want to pay attention to him now, she bit her lip and said nothing.

But Argus would not allow her to remain silent.

A large hand pinched the back of Shen Yuan's neck, and the biting coldness penetrated every pore.

Shen Yuan couldn't help but shudder. When she opened her eyes again, an enlarged, sinister and handsome face appeared in front of her.

The black mist covering Argos' body seemed to have dissipated a little, and Chen Yuan could even see his face through the thin layer of mist.

It was as elegant and refined as ever, but because there was no blood flowing, it looked dark blue and pale, and a little scary.

He was wearing a black robe, had a tall and slender figure, and exuded a gloomy aura of death.

Argos pinched the soft flesh on both sides of Shen Yuan's cheeks, using his fingertips to apply force, leaving two obvious red marks on the delicate skin.

He looked at the tears in the corners of the girl's eyes, and raised the corners of his mouth coldly.

"It seems that you knew the news of your sister's death in advance."

After saying that, Argus sneered, and then changed his tone slightly and said

"Oh? I almost forgot, you are not Dusula, and Anastasia is not your sister. So, are you crying for her?"

He stared at Chen Yuan intently, unable to hide his displeasure. He inexplicably felt as if his pet was trying to betray him as its master.

They are obviously not biological sisters, so why are you crying for someone who has nothing to do with you?

"Did you come to me just to talk about this?"

Chen Yuan raised his eyelids tiredly, his tone a little cold, too lazy to deal with the greedy evil ghost in front of him.

She was a little tired, really a little tired.

However, the demon couldn't sense her emotions, and when he saw the disgust and cold expression, he flew into a rage.

"ah!"

Shen Yuan cried out in pain as his neck was pierced by the fangs.

Argos bit her neck viciously, his sharp fangs digging into her blood vessels, sucking the rich and fragrant blood flowing from the girl's body.

"Gulu, gurgle."

Argos rolled his Adam's apple and greedily swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the sweetness.

Shen Yuan trembled with pain and was forced to raise his head to endure the so-called punishment from the evil spirit.

The slender neck formed a perfect arc in the air and then disappeared into Argos's head.

Shen Yuan pinched her palm hard, feeling the pain of her nails piercing her skin, and managed to hold back from begging for mercy.

Somehow, she didn't want to give in to Argus at this moment, in this room.

This is Anastasia's bedroom. Has her soul returned here?

Did she see it?

Have you ever seen your beloved sister being desecrated by an evil ghost?

Anastasia would be angry, perhaps more because she felt powerless to save her sister.

Chen Yuan closed her eyes uncomfortably, and hot tears slowly slid down, one after another.