Chapter 17 The Dead Manor Owner (10)
When Shen Cinian heard Fang Ke say this, he didn't react much, but there was gradually more emotion in his eyes, and there was even a hint of curiosity.
He really wanted to see how Fang Ke would destroy everything about his "plaything".
So he calmly pried open Fang Ke's hand, one finger at a time, and said calmly, "I'll wait."
His movements were still graceful and natural, and even when he pried Fang Ke's hands apart, his expression was calm.
Such calmness made Fang Ke feel uncomfortable for a moment, and for a while he wondered if he was being unreasonable.
But so what? He is just being unreasonable.
Fang Ke lowered his hands and his head soon drooped.
His fingers curled into fists at his sides.
He was a drowning man who had been in the water for too long. He finally saw a piece of driftwood and a little hope.
He didn't want to let Shen Cinian go.
His head drooped lower and lower, and his arms and shoulders trembled slightly.
He wasn't irritable or depressed, he was actually... having trouble breathing, as if a piece of his heart had solidified, as if something was blocking it and couldn't be dispersed or dissolved.
He actually knew that his actions might be counterproductive.
But he really wanted to go ashore.
Even though he knew there was another person lying on the driftwood, he still wanted to drag that person into the water, then climb up himself, hold on tightly, and not let go.
This behavior is very bad and very despicable, but he has never been a good person.
He is a bad person, a villain who is under constant surveillance, a scum and a traitor who is ready to turn to the weird at any time, and a demon who is feared by his own kind, even more than the weird.
"Year-end..." His voice suddenly trembled. He knew he was choking, so he turned his head away suddenly. He didn't continue until his voice was no longer unusual. "I won't let you go. You can't escape."
He has been crazy for a long time, and madness cannot be cured by medicine.
He wants to be ruled by people.
He will replace Shen Cinian's shadow and follow him like a ghost. Even if he is afraid, even if he escapes to another city, he will never be able to get rid of him.
Shen Cinian was the medicine he had finally found, and his driftwood.
He was unwilling to see that the thing he had been waiting for for more than ten years, the thing that finally appeared in front of him and gave him a little hope of recovery, was taken away by someone else.
But Shen Ci Nian just turned around indifferently and walked towards the door.
He planned to go check out the cemetery. The two players who died there were most likely caused by running into the vampire ghosts that had just crawled out and were about to return to the castle. But now the vampire ghosts were lying on the ground with broken arms and legs, and the cemetery was no longer a threat.
The cemetery is mentioned many times in the diary of the housekeeper Wood. Every time the owner of the manor comes back, he is in the cemetery. The cemetery must be hiding some secret of the resurrection of the dead.
The current plot exploration level is 45%. If the secret of resurrection can be found, the plot exploration level can reach at least 60%. There is a 90% probability that this secret is the core plot, and the final interpretation will definitely be triggered.
Complete it and survive to clear the level.
He didn't care about Fang Ke who followed him. He was not interested in other people's believers.
If you like to follow him, just follow him. He will just treat it as a dog on the roadside.
After walking for a distance, the rubber soles of the boots were gradually filled with mud. Shen Qinian was a little disgusted, but he didn't react much. He just glanced at it in the dark red moonlight.
"Hey, you, are you going to the cemetery?" Fang Ke's voice was suspiciously nasal, and even he was startled. He didn't understand why his voice became so hoarse in a moment. He paused and continued to ask, "How do you determine which direction the cemetery is, you..."
Shen Qinian stopped, turned around, raised his cane, turned it over, and placed the rest of his hand against the center of Fang Ke's collarbone.
"Mr. Fang, I'm sorry, I don't understand who you're calling 'Hey' to."
"As you can see, I'm not sure of the direction, so I'm just wandering around. If you're dissatisfied, you don't have to follow me. I won't force you. After all, forcing or threatening others is not a very polite thing in my eyes."
Fang Ke pinched his fingers. How could he not hear that Shen Cinian was mocking him and saying that he was not a polite person.
But... he has always been like this, he is such an unreasonable and rude person.
Shen Cinian did not move his cane. He looked at Fang Ke for a while and suddenly chuckled.
"I don't like rude people, and I don't think many people like rude people either."
"I'm not talking about you, please don't cry." Chen Cinian retracted his cane, held the clean palm part, and used the dirty end to poke the ground to test the depth of the mud.
Fang Ke didn't cry, but he was stung by Shen Cinian's words.
He subconsciously wanted to explode the thorns to provide himself with a layer of defense.
But Shen Qinian had already turned around, as if he really hadn't said anything, and continued to walk forward nonchalantly, not paying any attention to whether he followed him or not.
Who is he defending for?
Shen Cinian really didn't know where the cemetery was, but the footprints on the ground would tell him.
It had just rained, and the thin mud made the footprints very obvious. The messy footprints spreading from the distance were the way for the vampire ghosts to go home.
The smaller footprints on the other two sides are the paths taken by the witch and the skeleton to the feast.
The witch flew over on a broom. There was only one footprint on the road she walked on, right at the gate of the manor. The footprint was a bit heavy, which meant that the wind was a bit strong today and the witch was flying unsteadily, and she stumbled when she landed.
The skeleton's footprints are easier to recognize. They are a long string like chicken claws, one foot deep and one foot shallow, which means that a bone in the skeleton's leg is missing, causing it to have a slight limp.
Shen Cinian guessed it was the kneecap. He had seen the skeleton dancing, with its left leg swinging back and forth in a funny way, as if it was out of control.
He did not explain to Fang Ke. Fang Ke seemed to have noticed the footprints on the ground and followed behind in silence.
Silence spread in the air, the whole valley was silent, even the birds were silent, only the sound of bats hitting the window was getting farther and farther away behind.
Fang Ke stared at the footprints in front of him. Most of the footprints were in the opposite direction of theirs, heading towards the manor. He stared intently at the footprints in front of him that were in the same direction as him and stepped on this pair of footprints.
This is Shen Cinian's footprint. Every place Shen Cinian stepped on had relatively less mud, and Shen Cinian stepped on the mud firmly, so he would not get his shoes dirty when he sat back and enjoyed the achievement.
He just didn't want to get his shoes dirty, not because of any other thoughts. He didn't have any other thoughts, really.
Really not...
Fang Ke's shoes were not bigger than Chen Ci Nian's. Chen Ci Nian wore boots, but he did not. He wore rain boots.
The black rain boots were soon covered with mud spots. Fang Ke looked at them for a while and suddenly felt that his life was a pair of stinky shoes.
There are stinky shoes like this one, which are already black, broken and have lost their soles. Now the hateful mud spots are about to splash all over them, making them look torn, smelly and dirty.
Who would like a smelly shoe? Who would?
You don’t need others to like your stinky shoes, right?
He doesn't need others to like him.
Fang Ke lowered his head, staring at Shen Xinian's footprints, and dug each of his steps deeply into the mud prints left by Shen Xinian's feet.
Chen Cinian seemed to have noticed it, but also seemed not to have noticed it. Shen Cinian must have noticed it, but he just didn't care where he stepped on it. It didn't matter to Chen Cinian where he stepped on it.
They were not familiar with each other and their relationship was not very good, and now it might even be a little worse because of him.
He didn't really want to destroy Shen Cinian, he just, just...
He just didn't know how to express his need.
He needs Shen Cinian, only Shen Cinian can cure him.
He was just a little, a little frustrated. Shen Cinian did not deny that he had a girlfriend or boyfriend.
Chen Ci Nian had a partner, so what was he to do? He was just going to keep rotting like this, rotting more and more until he turned into a handful of stinking dirt, abandoned in a stinking ditch and cursed, "dirt"?
"Are you crying?" Shen Cinian suddenly stopped. Fang Ke was following his footsteps so closely that he had no time to brake and bumped into him.
Fang Ke's back instantly stiffened, his eyes turned fierce, and his fists clenched. He said fiercely: "What the hell are you talking about?!"
"That's good," Shen Ci Nian said indifferently, "You're not threatening me and you still want me to coax you, right, squad leader?"
"Or according to your class's saying, should I call you Boss?"
"You can yell whatever you want, who cares."
Fang Ke kept his head down and refused to lift it up. In fact, he didn't know whether he had cried or not. Maybe the corners of his eyes were a little wet, probably because he yawned. He didn't want to be misunderstood as crying. He didn't, he really didn't.
Who is he? He is the dreaded villain Fang Ke. How could such a bad guy cry? It is simply unbelievable. Anyone who hears it will laugh out loud.
He didn't, he didn't, he really didn't.
He just yawned, just a yawn.
"Really?" Chen Cinian thought seriously about Fang Ke's words: Call me whatever you want.
He suddenly lowered his eyelids and half-closed his eyes, "Little Tangyuan, can I coax you?"
Fang Ke was stunned and shocked.
How dare he, how dare he call out that name!!!
How dare he call him that!!! Isn’t he afraid of getting punched by him!!!
"Come here," Shen Cinian switched the cane to his other hand and stretched out the hand closer to Fang Ke, "I'll coax you."
Fang Ke didn't move, clenched his fists, didn't stretch out his hands, and didn't look up.
Shen Cinian frowned slightly. Fang Ke was someone else's believer. This was really a troublesome matter.
It's not good to interfere too much, but if he doesn't care, the sight of some people crying secretly with their heads down behind his back really annoys him.
This is so unreasonable. Why is it like this? It is clearly Fang Ke who is threatening others. How can he be so incompetent that he can threaten himself to tears?
Shen Cinian doesn't like the taste of sadness. It's a bit bitter, like De's chocolate without sugar, and it's not delicious.
Not only is it bitter, but the aftertaste is still sour and salty, like sour cowpeas that someone has left for too long.
"Butler, maybe you should learn some etiquette," Shen Chenian's tone unconsciously became a little helpless, "Most people don't like unreasonable people, don't you think?"
I didn't hear any response, and the person in front of me was still like a quail.
Shen Ci Nian finally changed his tone, a tone he thought Fang Ke might listen to more: "Speak, look up, and tell me yes or no?"
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