Chapter 4: Night of the Blood Moon (Part 4)
Nan Huan actually doesn’t like the feeling of absorbing other things into his body.
After all, it was her first attempt, so she didn't go too far and only absorbed a wisp of black air. After finding that her guess was confirmed, she didn't try again.
However, her behavior just now still effectively scared away the dark energy surrounding the bed curtains.
They watched helplessly as the person on the bed absorbed a wisp of black air without changing his expression. The other black air didn't dare to move forward.
Before Nan Huan glanced over, they all retreated from the bed and hid in the corner of the dressing table, not daring to move forward.
You seem to have a good appetite!
Thinking of the system's evaluation of her personal data, Nan Huan now understood the meaning of "good appetite".
Her health has always been poor. She has seen many doctors and gone to many hospitals. Her family even has many family doctors arranged for her to do so.
Even her body was checked and all functions were intact.
But Nanhuan was very weak and couldn't bear walking faster.
All kinds of supplements had no effect on her body.
Nan Huan realized very early that her body was different from that of ordinary people. It was like a bottomless pit. The nutrients that ordinary people absorbed were far from enough for her.
She was able to realize the feeling of unsatisfaction that always lingered in her body.
It was not until she entered the game and saw the black gas in the bedroom just now that a desire she had never felt before ignited in her heart. It was an instinct based on biological predation.
Nan Huan rolled up the sleeves of his nightgown and saw that the bruises from the collision had faded a lot, while normally such marks would take more than ten days to disappear.
She checked her health value with the system again and found that the value of 0.1 had not changed significantly.
After confirming this, Nan Huan leaned against the head of the bed and waited quietly for midnight to arrive.
As time gets closer, the light in the room becomes dimmer and dimmer, and the black air in the darkness seems to be stirring.
As the heavy bell rang downstairs, the last bit of light in the bedroom disappeared completely.
Because the room was not very bright, Nan Huan still accurately found the red wine glass on the bedside. Before the twelve bells rang, he took a sip of the red wine and then walked out quietly.
The lights in the corridors, like those in the bedrooms, were all out, and the whole castle was plunged into darkness.
Fortunately, Nanhuan's night vision was pretty good, and after adapting to the bedroom for a while, he could see everything clearly.
However, this condition of strictly restricted vision made Nanhuan's other senses more obvious.
For example, the carpet under her feet not only became softer, but also became stickier.
If Nan Huan ignored the fact that she was walking on the corridor of the ancient castle, she would have thought she was walking on the hide of some giant creature.
And clearly all the players lived on the second floor, but at this moment, apart from the slight noise made by his own footsteps, Nan Huan could not hear any sound coming from the next room.
It was as if the entire copy had become an isolated island for her overnight.
Fortunately, the first floor was not completely dark. When Nan Huan walked to the stairs, she stopped and rested for a while. Then she found that the only light on the first floor came from the direction of the kitchen.
Along with the light, she also discovered.
Those dark shadows were densely packed like a tide, sliding down the stairs, seemingly heading in the same direction as he was going.
However, perhaps because of Nan Huan's actions in the room just now, they were all very far away from him.
A few shadows saw Nan Huan stop and shrank towards the stairs on the other side, as if they were afraid that they might be tired and needed to replenish their energy.
After finding out that Nan Huan had no such plan, he quickly slipped away.
The dark red silk from the kitchen was still blocking the door, but there was no more sound of chopping wood from inside.
The only sound was the sound of burning matches and a faint gurgling sound like soup cooking.
The dark shadows had already climbed onto the silk and slipped into the kitchen.
Nan Huan stood at the door for a while, secretly lifted the silk, took a look, and after confirming that the chef was no longer in the kitchen, he walked sideways into the kitchen and pulled the silk again.
As soon as she entered, the fishy stench that hit her in the face made her cover her mouth and nose with her hands.
She didn't have much time left, so Nan Huan didn't walk towards the copper pot that emitted a fishy smell, but walked towards the cupboard with a better view.
Then I successfully found a basket containing various vegetable ingredients.
She picked and chose among them, found a piece of dry bread that smelled like nothing special, broke off a piece with her hands and put it in her mouth.
The task only prompts the leader to eat a midnight snack, but does not restrict the type of snack.
Nan Huan would not be so stupid as to fall into a trap that was clearly hanging there, and it was obvious that this kind of mission was behavior-based.
As long as the act of cheating is established, it doesn’t matter whether you eat more or less.
However, after she completely swallowed the dry bread, she did not hear the system's prompt sound announcing that the mission was successful, and there was no significant reaction on her face.
But this didn't stop her from giving the game the middle finger and cursing in her heart.
She leaned against the cupboard bored, using the firelight to watch the dark shadows entering the kitchen.
They seemed to be bewitched and gathered densely around the stove, as if they were very interested in the food in the bubbling copper pot.
But because of the fire, they couldn't get too close.
A slender black shadow peeled out from the shadow, slowly lengthened, and gradually took shape, trying to get closer to the copper pot through the gap.
But the next second.
Those dark figures seemed to have sensed something, and they all turned their heads and looked towards Nanhuan.
Feeling scared for a moment, Nan Huan squatted down instinctively, and then he felt like a wind was blowing over his head.
Clang——
The cupboard behind him seemed to have been chopped by something sharp. It split in half and fell straight down.
The red wine, plates, etc. inside all fell to the ground.
While hiding, Nan Huan finally saw the culprit who caused all this.
The tall chef had quietly stood beside him at some point, and without exception, the noise just now was made by him.
If Nanhuan had squatted down a little later, his head and neck would probably have been separated by now.
【Kind tips--
The chef thinks you are a thief who visits the kitchen every night and will attack you for ten minutes. Please try to survive. 】
The system's prompts sounded appropriately.
A ten-minute countdown appeared in front of her.
Nan Huan was playing hide-and-seek with the chef who was walking with heavy steps in the narrow gap left by the collapsed cupboard.
While cursing in my heart.
This is a rubbish game, she only knows the task of secretly eating midnight snacks, it can't be that simple.
It seems that only by finding a way to survive can the skill mission be considered completed.
Nan Huan had been in poor health to begin with, and these two movements were an extraordinary performance under the dual effects of adrenaline and the axe. She could clearly feel her throat starting to tighten.
Under these circumstances, it was impossible for her to play hide-and-seek with the chef for ten minutes in such a small space.
Nan Huan leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. Finally, in a panic, he looked up and caught a glimpse of the chef, only to find that he was still standing on the cupboard where he had leaned before.
Moreover, he was not holding an axe in his hand, and there was even a dazed look on the chef's face, and he did not look like he was going to attack him.
At this distance, the opponent's axe should not be able to hit me.
Before Nan Huan had time to think further, he felt the feeling of the axe splitting the air from top to bottom again.
She quickly dodged to the side, and finally saw clearly what was attacking her.
It was not the chef himself, but a dark shadow lingering out from the other person.
The black shadow was taller than the chef's body. It didn't even have a human shape. It looked more like the shadow of some wild beast. It held an axe in its hand and chopped at Nan Huan indiscriminately.
Based on the experience just now, these dark shadows don’t like bright places.
The moment the axe was about to brush against his head, Nan Huan moved towards the stove.
It turned out that the attack behind him did not stop.
Shit, light doesn't work on it.
Nan Huan had already started breathing heavily, and her throat was uncomfortably tight, making her breathing even more difficult.
The dark shadow on the chef was about to attack again.
Nan Huan had no choice but to give it a try and hooked his finger at the other party.
When she saw this black shadow, she felt the same primitive desire to devour it as when she saw the shadows in her room.
Although she herself has not yet adapted to this way of eating and does not want to eat such disgusting food, her life is at stake, so she has to give it a try.
Sure enough, the black shadow, like the other shadows, was uncontrollably hooked by Nan Huan's fingers.
But just when Nan Huan wanted to absorb it into his body, he found that the absorption process was stuck. The figure seemed to be stuck to the chef's body, and seemed to be imprisoned by something.
Nanhuan can't absorb it at all.
The black shadow seemed not to have expected that he would be attracted. The hand holding the axe paused for a moment, then he realized that the person in front of him seemed to be just bluffing, and prepared to attack again.
Seeing this, Nan Huan quickly relaxed his fingers.
After going back and forth like this, Nan Huan finally moved to the edge of the kitchen.
While the other party was stunned, he uncovered the silk and ran out.
The candlelight on the road lit up again at some point.
Nan Huan discovered that the dark shadows who had entered the kitchen with him and surrounded the copper pot and did not want to leave were now running out in panic because of the arrival of the chef.
When we come, we come together; when we run, we run together.
Nan Huan didn't run fast, but his mind was working rapidly.
She remembered the system's prompt just now, 'The chef thinks you are a thief who comes every night.'
Well, Nan Huan immediately realized that his feelings were the ones that took the blame for these dark shadows.
When the chef was in attack mode, his movements were much faster than usual. As soon as Nan Huan reached the stairs to the first floor, the chef had already caught up with him.
Nan Huan had no choice but to run in a zigzag pattern for a distance. While going up the stairs, he hooked his fingers around several small black shadows that were sliding along the edges and holding their tails tightly.
You've dug your own grave and now you want to run away. That's not going to be a good thing.
"Get me the cook."
She was bossy and gave orders with heavy breathing, not caring whether the dark shadows in her hands could understand her or not.
The shadow held in her hand couldn't struggle free. It seemed to understand what the other party said, but it was terribly frightened and trembling. It wanted to slip away from Nan Huan's hand, but the prey had a firm grip on its xue and couldn't break free.
"Hurry up, or I'll eat you right now."
Nan Huan finally reached the corner of the first floor, but was forced back a few steps by the chef's shadow and an axe.
It's only been five minutes, and there's still half the time left.
It seems I still have to go upstairs.
Nan Huan quickly prepared to implement the second plan he had prepared in advance. After all, the space in his throat for breathing was getting smaller and smaller.
Fortunately, the little black shadows she held in her hands, under the pressure of survival, had to go around behind Nan Huan's body and took the axe for him.
It briefly slowed down the chef's pace.
Nan Huan finally got to the second floor using this method, but the group of little black guys were no match for the chef's shadow. They were chopped apart in a snap, and then no one knew where they hid, and they refused to show up again.
Taking advantage of this time difference, Nan Huan almost risked his life and climbed to the third floor in one go.
The footsteps behind me were getting heavier, and the sound of the axe cutting through the air was getting closer.
Nan Huan finally found the room on the easternmost side of the third floor.
There were still three minutes left in the countdown, and she knocked on the door desperately.
The shadow on the chef seemed to have not expected Nan Huan to knock on the door. His footsteps paused for a moment, then he pounced over even more angrily.
Nan Huan no longer had the strength to run away, and could only watch helplessly as the chef's axe was about to chop him down.
The tightly closed door of the housekeeper's room was finally opened.
"I seem to be allergic to alcohol. I have a rash on my body and my throat is a bit uncomfortable. You said I needed help, so I can come to you."
Although Nan Huan was a little out of breath, he still finished this sentence quickly.
She ran so hard that she felt dizzy and could only see that the housekeeper's door was slightly open and she couldn't even see the other person's face clearly.
The axe that was about to chop Nan Huan stopped one centimeter away from the other's crown.
Nan Huan finally breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that the attack behind him had stopped, but his throat still felt uncomfortable.
Although she had thought of asking the assistant housekeeper early in the morning, she also knew that in the middle of the night, especially when the other party was not going out, there must be a legitimate and reasonable reason to come to the other party.
And she was really allergic to alcohol, so she chose to drink only one sip of wine at the last moment before the mission started.
"I feel a little unwell, can you take me back to my room?"
After concentrating her attention and confirming that there were only a few seconds left in the countdown, Nan Huan finally couldn't hold on any longer. After she said this, she fell down uncontrollably.
Before she completely fainted, she just felt that the housekeeper's hand holding her was abnormally cold.
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