Chapter 280 Companions

"What kind of food?" Youqi was the closest, staring at the huge food box on the table, his seemingly strong body trembling uncontrollably.

Relatively speaking, although Chen Qiang, a newcomer, looked pale, he was stable after all.

He pursed his lips and looked at the food box on the table without saying a word.

No one answered Youqi's question. To be more precise, they ignored him. The young woman with an indifferent face seemed to only be able to understand the middle-aged woman's words.

"squeak--"

The lid of the box was slowly lifted, and strands of blue veins appeared on the young woman's forehead. You can imagine how difficult it was to open the lid, which required her two hands to lift it.

After seeing the contents of the food box clearly, everyone's expressions changed, and after a while, a chill ran through the back of their heads.

There are bowls of blood inside!

But it's not that kind of bright red blood, but rather brownish, lumpy, like tofu.

There are 9 bowls in total, 4 in front and 5 in back, arranged closely together.

"Drink it while it's hot." The middle-aged woman's voice said without any ups and downs, "Young Master is addicted to drama and knows that it is best to use this thing to condition your throat."

"The young master made this specially for all the doctors. I hope you will not let him down." The middle-aged woman stared at everyone coldly.

Seeing the bowls of blood, everyone couldn't help but think of the tragic scene they just saw.

Tang Shirou was skinned and her body was covered in blood and flesh.

The snow-white paper sedan was soaked with blood, and blood was still dripping from the bottom of the sedan.

And now

"Guji." Master Liao Zhi swallowed hard, and bowls of steamed blood appeared in front of them.

The origin of this blood is almost certain.

This is Tang Shirou's blood.

Seeing that no one moved, the middle-aged woman began to show dissatisfaction on her face.

She roughly pushed the young woman who was in the way, reached out and took out a bowl from the food box, and placed it directly in front of Youqi.

"Eat." The middle-aged woman looked ferocious and raised her eyebrows exaggeratedly, "This is the young master's kindness. How can you let down the young master's kindness!"

The more she talked, the angrier she became, and it seemed that she truly felt from the bottom of her heart that these doctors had let down her young master's kindness.

Poor Youqi was so miserable that he couldn't express his pain. He looked at everyone with eyes asking for help.

"Brother You." Looking at You Qi, Qin Jian persuaded in a very pitiful and low voice: "Why don't you try a little first, otherwise?"

He gestured with his eyes to the middle-aged woman standing next to him, obviously reminding him.

If he doesn't eat, he may end up in a very bad situation.

Under everyone's gaze, Youqi picked up the spoon, tremblingly dug out a small piece, and then slowly put it into his mouth, his expression more painful than taking poison.

"How is it?" Teacher Liao Zhi asked first.

"No." You Qi suddenly raised his head, his face filled with the joy of surviving the disaster. "No, it's not a human being." When he said this, he stopped immediately, and then changed his explanation: "It's duck blood, it's duck blood." Blood!!"

Duck blood?

Everyone's concerns were put back a little bit.

Next, under the instruction of the middle-aged woman, the young woman carried a huge food box and walked around the table. Everyone reached for a bowl of duck blood.

The middle-aged woman was like a conscientious keeper in a zoo, staring back and forth, looking back and forth until everyone had eaten all the duck blood in the bowl, then she grinned and left with satisfaction.

The young woman followed behind her, following her step by step, like a puppet.

Before leaving, the middle-aged woman explained that there were no plans for the morning. They could move around freely in the house, but they should not go too far to avoid any trouble.

As for what the trouble was, the middle-aged woman didn't say anything, and everyone was in understanding and didn't ask.

I wasn’t sure whether I would be called to see Mr. Huang this afternoon, so I had to get back before noon.

According to the estimation of time in this world, they probably still have more than an hour.

It's not long, it's not long, it's not short.

After the two middle-aged women disappeared completely, everyone gathered together again and began to discuss the next plan.

This dungeon was more bizarre than imagined, so everyone decided to use the daytime as much as possible to search for clues. After all, according to what the middle-aged woman said before, Master Huang didn't go out during the day and only came to the lake to sing at night.

"The abandoned house where the sedan is parked, the stage, and Master Huang's residence." Looking up, An Xuan continued: "There may be clues in these places. I'm afraid I have to look for them one by one."

"There are also these servants in the Huang Mansion." Xia Meng looked at the direction where the middle-aged woman disappeared and added: "They are also very strange."

"There are four places in total." Chen Qiang said, "Check them one by one. I'm afraid I won't have enough time."

An Xuan turned his head, looked at him and said, "Actually, it's not four places, but three places. The distance between the abandoned house and the stage is acceptable. If you hurry up, you can go back and forth in time."

Time was running out, and everyone stopped talking to each other. Because it was Xia Meng who suggested that there was a problem with the servants in the Huang family, the three of them took the first step and followed the direction where the middle-aged woman disappeared.

Logically speaking, Tang Shirou died, leaving two rooms with three people in a group, and one group happened to be responsible for one direction.

But at this moment, everyone disagreed on the destination.

An Xuan wanted to go to Master Huang's residence to see what was going on, but You Qi clearly objected.

Although Qin Jian didn't speak, his expression had betrayed him. He was targeted there, and he didn't have such a big heart to let him go back.

And his eyes when he looked at An Xuan also had some subtle changes. Tang Shirou was dead, and An Xuan had no scapegoat in his hand.

"Mr. An." Qin Jian suddenly said: "I seemed to have seen something strange near the stage last night." His tone and expression were very serious, "I want to go back to confirm it."

An Xuan raised his eyes, his eyes were full of playfulness, and after a while, he said: "Since Mr. Qin has his own ideas, how can I force him to do something difficult."

Qin Jian remained calm.

"It's not appropriate for me to go alone, right?" After a moment, An Xuan turned and looked at the three people in Zuo Jing's group, and the meaning was self-evident.

Everyone knew that there was no problem with the place An Xuan chose. As the residence of Young Master Huang, it was natural to hide clues there. It would be strange if there were no clues.

But the danger there was also obvious.

After all, it was basically certain that Young Master Huang was a ghost, and without permission, strolling around Young Master Huang's residence would probably be like visiting a horror house, or the kind with real ghosts.

The most important thing is that he is still with a person who has something to hide.

Everyone has seen what An Xuan has done. He tied the newcomer to his side so blatantly. Distrust of this person also accounts for a large part.

Traveling with him is probably tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger.

"I'll go with you." Someone suddenly said.