19.
The morning light split the darkness and diffused softly into the gaps in the curtains, but this ray of light was destined not to illuminate the room that had been swallowed up by the shadows.
Theresa stood outside the door with her eyes lowered. When her beautiful emerald pupils were covered, this quiet and pious young man looked a bit like a cold and heartless stone sculpture.
This time, Theresa was wearing a black robe again, with buttons buttoned to her Adam's apple. A silver cross hung around her neck. This silver product was quite old. It was not so bright that it reflected glaring light, but it had a gentle halo.
This is the attire of a priest, ascetic and holy.
It's a pity that the young man's skin is exposed outside his robe... messy green scales are growing, gradually climbing up his hands and cheeks. These scales are very ugly, and the color looks dirty because it is too mixed.
The priest was holding a book with a white cover in his hand. On the book was a picture of a huge tree with a triangular crown and a trunk so short that it was almost invisible. Under the trunk was a complex root system that was far more complex than the crown, as if it was an extension of the triangle.
Theresa gently stroked the book for a long time, then raised her left hand and pressed it on the door. At this moment, all the ugly scales retreated at the same time, leaving only pale, clean and soft skin.
Theresa knocked gently on the wooden door. After a long time, the door opened in front of him. The bedroom inside was finally no longer controlled by shadows. After the curtain-like shadows retreated, the mattress in the center was revealed. A man in black stood beside the bed, holding a little boy who was still sleeping in his arms.
The priest and the man looked at each other. Their eyes were completely opposite green and red. Theresa lowered her eyes first. He walked slowly to the man and whispered, "Father, are you awake?"
The curtains were drawn at this moment, and the sunlight dyed the entire room a warm brown color just right. The boy's eyelashes trembled, and then he opened his eyes, which were the purest silver.
Su Yun smiled: "...Theresa, you are here too?"
"Yes, I am your theology teacher." Teresa stretched out her hand. "Please pray with me."
What do you pray for? Thank God?
Su Yun laughed and stretched out his hand to Theresa. Flora cooperated and put him into Theresa's arms without any intention of interfering.
Theresa nodded slightly to Flora, then she picked up Su Yun and left without looking back. There was indeed a small church beside the garden of this old house, which was built by Su Yun for Theresa. There were no solemn shrines or gorgeous sculptures in it, only a simple cross on the altar.
"Did Theresa come back today?" Su Yun leaned in his arms, sniffing the refreshing scent of the woods after the rain. "I didn't see you in the old house yesterday."
"When you fell asleep, this house and this name became a burden to me, so I went to the West." Theresa smiled gently, "But my God, now that you are here, I will never leave again."
The morning light shone into the church. Large flowers were piled under the cross. Theresa walked over a group of stools and solemnly placed Su Yun on the altar.
This location must have been arranged for a long time. It was surrounded by scattered snow-white flowers, with just a soft scarlet cushion left. Behind the cluster of flowers was a tall silver cross. The morning light shone in from above and then descended brilliantly, standing behind Su Yun together with the cross, like holy light.
Theresa looked up at the scene in front of her, with piety and admiration, her hands clasped tightly together, as if she was relying on her faith with her soul.
Su Yun saw his own reflection in the emerald eyes in front of him, so he couldn't help but laugh: "Are you putting me up as a sacrifice?"
"But my God, this position originally belongs only to you."
Theresa explained seriously, and then he also smiled, took out a shallow small silver plate, and placed a silver knife on it: "Father, please don't refuse."
Su Yun was stunned for a moment before he realized... Theresa was also going to give him his blood.
The priest had used a silver knife to cut a small cross on the palm of his left hand. He placed his palm flat on the silver plate, then clenched his fist suddenly. Blood flowed from between his fingers and soon filled the shallow plate.
"Father, please drink it."
18.
Theresa's blood was fragrant and bitter, with almost no fishy smell, but it also couldn't hide the faint stench of decay.
After drinking Theresa's blood, Su Yun grew to be about four or five years old. It was a coincidence that Theresa was also this age when she started the game last time.
Although feeding blood is not a normal first lesson in theology, Theresa followed the rules in her subsequent teaching. Su Yun always knew that he had a clear voice, but he did not expect Theresa to sound so beautiful when singing hymns and hymns.
Ordinary people would immediately burst into tears when they heard his songs, and then devote their faith to become the best brothers and sisters of the priest.
From then on, Su Yun's day was divided among the three little plagues. In the morning, Theresa taught, in the afternoon, Alice played, and at night, Flora kept watch. Such peaceful days lasted for seven days and were then ruthlessly broken.
Jasmine came with drums and gongs.
Yes, beating drums and gongs, and playing various musical instruments and singing.
A luxurious motorcade drove into the ancient mansion, followed by a ballet company, an orchestra, a full cast of the play "The Merry Wives of Windsor", and a circus.
The first three were fine, with all the members sitting neatly in their respective motorcades. But the last circus, for some unknown performance indicator, actually got a vintage horse-drawn convertible. Various performances took place directly on the carriage, and all the performers wore medieval costumes, which was very exquisite.
Su Yun: “…”
It's been a long time since I felt this familiar feeling of shame.
The platinum-colored vehicle in the lead opened its door, and a man in a cloak strode out of the door. He was also dressed in black, with long dark red hair draped behind his head. His smoky gray eyes were affectionate and passionate. He took a few steps up the stairs and stretched out his hands to Su Yun impatiently: "My master, you are finally awake."
It was Teresa who was holding Su Yun at that time. The priest's hand trembled slightly in the circus's funny music, and then he let go reluctantly.
When Su Yun was taken over by Jasmine, she couldn't help but turn around and look at the head maid. The head maid, who was over fifty years old, had already had a dull look in her eyes and her mind was probably empty. It was not until she was stared at that she reacted belatedly and bowed slightly to Su Yun: "Master, what can I do for you?"
Su Yun: "...These guests, um...let them rest first."
Head Maid: “…Yes.”
17.
Jasmine became the new art teacher.
Flora announced this at dinner that day. What she said was correct, but his actions and expression did not express that answer.
Su Yun felt that the three little plagues probably wanted to throw Jasmine out. After all, Jasmine's ability to attract hatred was second only to Anita. Oh, Anita should be the next one to appear...
Su Yun took a sip of soup and decided not to think about this problem.
Thus, the four-year-old head of the family had one more course, and his art enlightenment was similar to his first theology lesson.
The theater behind the old house was reopened after being idle for many years. The dark red curtain divides the stage into two halves. The left half is for the ballet troupe's impromptu performance, while the right half is for the orchestra's passionate music. Swan-like dancers take turns dancing to the tune, as beautiful as petrels taking turns surfing in a storm.
Su Yun sat in the highest box, from where he could clearly see the scene on the stage, but the people on the stage could not see them, the only audience members.
"I've been looking for a long time, and they are the best." Jasmine's voice sounded like a sigh, "Do you like it?"
Su Yun nodded: "I like it, they are all beautiful."
The orchestra played a piece of music simulating a tsunami, and a faint smell of blood filled the box.
Su Yun immediately turned around and looked at Jasmine: “What are you doing?”
The man next to him looked at him obsessedly. He gently unbuttoned his collar, and the black collar was removed, revealing his neck and the necklace tightly locked on it. This time the necklace was different from the ones Jasmine had worn before. It was delicate and beautiful, yet cold and evil. The thin circle of hollow patterns was covered with sharp barbs. When worn, it only pierced, but... Jasmine turned it.
"What are you doing!"
Su Yun frowned. He wanted to hold Jasmine's hand, but due to the limitations of his young child's body, his big movements made him fall into Jasmine's arms instead.
"This is my blood, my master." Jasmine hugged Su Yun gently and whispered to him, "Although it hurts, I like it so much."
Su Yun used his arm to stand firm. He reached out and pressed lightly on the collar. The next moment, the collar broke into pieces, completely exposing Jasmine's neck, which had been peeled off a layer of skin.
Jasmine said seriously, as if she was saying something well-known: "Please don't let blood stain your hands."
Su Yun sighed helplessly, leaned over and licked it, and then all the wounds healed quickly without even a scar left.
"Ah..." Jasmine laughed softly, happily and joyfully, "My Master, I love you."
16.
Jasmine's blood has a slightly similar smell to that of fine wine, but it also has a slight bitterness and stench, which seems to be an unavoidable commonality among the little plagues.
Su Yun's body had grown to that of a six or seven-year-old child, but no matter what, he finally had a reason to leave on his own.
Anita is indeed the one who is excluded by everyone. Although she was once one of the owners of this old house, her appearance makes her look like a thief who has stolen someone's love.
That day, Su Yun finished his morning class and was supposed to go to an art class. He was walking in the corridor between the flower beds when he suddenly saw a bright red rose in the middle of the corridor. Then the rose... well, moved.
Su Yun: “…”
Su Yun watched the rose slowly crawl to his feet - it was not the rose that moved on its own, but a little white snake that was holding the rose in its mouth and crawling forward. Compared with the last time they separated, this little snake seemed a little thicker, but its scales were still pure and spotless white, and its ruby eyes were just as cute.
Su Yun squatted down and took the flower from the little snake. The little white snake probably wanted to act coquettishly, but it saw the black snake hidden in Su Yun's sleeve at a glance... The little black snake was sticking out its tongue at it.
Strangely, Su Yun actually saw shock and anger in the eyes of this little thing. Then it jumped up and wrestled with the black snake that was twisting in protest. The two of them, one thick and one thin, were entangled with each other and could not be separated.
Su Yun was helpless. He casually inserted the flower into the buttonhole and separated the two little things with one hand in each. The little white snake quickly wrapped around his hand and licked, bit and acted coquettishly. On the contrary, the smaller black snake was arrogant and cold, and coiled into a tattoo with the posture of a winner.
A pair of hands embraced Su Yun from behind. If Su Yun was still of normal size at this moment, then this action would have been extremely charming, but he was just a child now, so it became a gentle hug.
"Alas... you already have other snakes." The man holding Su Yun said sadly, "Maybe you have forgotten me too."
Su Yun turned around and saw the pair of bright red eyes: "Anita, you are here too."
Anita knelt on the ground so that he could look Su Yun in the eye. He reached out and plucked a petal from Su Yun's collar and put it in his mouth naturally: "I planted this rose."
It was just me who planted it, Jasmine had no hand in it.
Su Yun praised earnestly: "Very beautiful."
Although both were romantic figures in the world, Anita and Jasmine had completely different demeanors. He arrived in a very low-key manner, without tying his hair, but he was dressed quite formally in a pure black suit.
His black clothes and black hair make his eyes look even more charming, and when he smiles, he is very seductive.
Su Yun was pressed against his chest. There was no heartbeat in this body, only dead silence.
Anita was actually quite thin, just heavy-boned.
"Oh my God..." Anita's voice seemed to drip with honey, "I'm sorry, I don't have any blood."
Su Yun was stunned.
Anita began to unbutton his clothes one by one. Under the serious formal suit, he was wearing nothing, revealing his jade-like pale chest: "...I only have bone marrow."
I saw that there were vines attached to Anita's chest. The slender vines climbed outward in a radiating shape, and their center was Anita's heart.
A tiny flower bud was growing in Anita's heart. In the blink of an eye, it went through the process of budding, blooming, and withering, and finally only a half-withered fallen petal was left.
Anita took it off and put it on Su Yun's lips: "My God, it's sweet."
15.
It was indeed sweet, with a rich fragrance mixed with a heavy sweetness, followed by an unconcealable bitterness. This bitterness remained on Su Yun's taste buds, making the sweetness seem even more precious.
Anita left quietly, but the little white snake stayed. It whined and bit Su Yun's sleeve, as if it had suffered a great injustice.
Su Yun's body grew again, and this time he was almost a ten-year-old child.
Next, it's Isis.
Isis was at the dinner table in broad daylight, unlike Anita who could only sneak in.
He was also wearing black clothes. This time, the little plagues in the world seemed to be particularly fond of black, making the dinner full of a solemn sense of ceremony, like a funeral.
So Su Yun had an extra equestrian teacher.
How should I put it... Well, the first equestrian lesson seems familiar.
There is a horse farm next to the old house, where a large number of horses are raised all year round. I don’t know how the gods’ servants raise the horses, but these horses are all as strong and fierce as wild horses.
Su Yun's body is still that of a child. Isis carried him onto a tall stallion. His black mane was shiny and he looked very human.
Su Yun touched the horse's neck and said, "Why don't you ride the God Servant's horse this time?"
Isis then jumped onto the horse and sat behind Su Yun: "Father God, then you don't need my teaching."
When Isis held the reins, his arms and body created a small space on the horse, and Su Yun leaned directly on his chest. This state reminded him of the days of the religious war.
At that time... he seemed to be a pastor? A member of a new religion, walking on the land of war.
That was also the time when Isis revealed her true identity.
The horses started to trot at first, then got faster and faster under Isis' control, until they finally swept across the hills and groves like the wind. The scorching morning sun shone brightly on the green grass, making people feel relaxed and happy.
Isis rode the horse across the entire horse farm and finally stopped by the lake. The sunlight shone on the lake, reflecting a bright halo.
At this moment, Isis suddenly leaned over and whispered in Su Yun's ear: "My God, please drink my blood."
"Father God, please be patient."
Isis wrapped her arms around Su Yun's body. She gently scratched the wrist of her other hand with one finger. Drops of fresh blood rolled down and shattered in the grass on the ground. A faint fishy smell filled the air, which made the horse feel uneasy and anxious. However, Isis held the reins tightly and the black horse could only move in small steps.
Su Yun subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch the blood drop, then he healed Isis's wound and then lowered his head to touch the blood on his palm.
Unlike other people's blood, Isis's blood is very fishy, and seems to be mixed with many spices, but the faint stench is suppressed. It is an indescribable taste, but it is not unpalatable.
When Su Yun raised his head again, he saw Isis's wrist close at hand. Although the wound had healed, traces of blood were still there.
For some reason, Su Yun asked, "Does it hurt?"
Isis smiled, her deep green eyes sparkling, "It hurts, but my God, it's nothing."
The author has something to say: This chapter can probably be summarized as #the fancy play of plagues#
If you replace Bloodthirster with... Hey
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