Chapter 15 Vampire Countess

  Treading on the small gravel road, Cen Qing walked through layers of rose gardens and came to a small gazebo.

   Sure enough, the two ladies had arrived.

   "Your Earl is well, may the God of Light bless you."

  After seeing Elizabeth, the two quickly got up and performed standard court etiquette.

   Cen Qing kept a decent smile on her face, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

  Patient No. 81 who shouted Zeus in the cafeteria just now is wearing a lady's court dress.

  The tall body is doing twitching movements, which looks extremely funny.

   "Christie greets you."

   Grabbing the hem of the skirt, Patient No. 81 wanted to grab Cen Qing's hand and kiss her, but she avoided it.

  This is unnecessary...

   "Hamill greets you, my dear Earl."

   Cen Qing was attracted by the somewhat familiar voice beside him.

  Why is the heroine here?

   From the looks of it, she should have applied a lot of rouge on her face, covering her pale face.

   But she is in such poor health, why was she also called to play cosplay?

   Just one thing to say, the light pink dress is quite suitable for Lu Zhiyao.

   I don't know why, but when Cen Qing saw her, he felt a sense of intimacy for no reason.

   Even when she was on the promenade in the morning, she could ignore her rudeness for a little bit.

  It seems that every part of her body has grown in her aesthetic point...

   Could this be the halo of the legendary heroine?

   After the three sat down again, the head maid brought the refreshments.

  The exquisite teapots and dishes all reproduce the retro taste of the Middle Ages.

  But it is very likely that it is not a replica, but bought directly from the museum.

   Looking at the rose black tea placed in front of him by the head maid, Cen Qing took a sip and felt pretty good.

   However, the two people beside them didn't seem to move.

   "The refreshment looks pretty good, don't the two ladies plan to use it?"

   If you don’t eat for nothing, don’t eat it.

  Cen Qing observed Lu Zhiyao's expression and felt something was wrong.

  Looked down at her teacup, it didn't seem to be black tea, it was bright red...

   It's like blood.

   "I have long heard that the Earl likes to use the blood of young girls to entertain distinguished guests. It really is better to see it than to hear it."

   Picking up the teacup in his hand, Lu Zhiyao's nose moved slightly, and a **** smell came to his nostrils.

  There is real blood in it!

   But Cen Qing thought they were following a plot and didn't take it seriously, so he said casually,

   "It may also be tomato juice."

   But the blood of a girl, plus the name Elizabeth Ballitelli.

   Cen Qing seems to have GET some key elements.

   Isn't this countess a notorious vampire? !

  She remembered that she had seen the introduction when she was in that exhibition.

   It is said that the Countess murdered innocent girls and bathed in their blood...

   No, can’t we fix some Yangjian stuff?

   "I believe that blood is more common than tomato juice here."

   Sensing a warning sight beside him, Lu Zhiyao could only lower his head, and took a sip of the blood he got from somewhere in the cup.

  The lips that were originally painted with lipstick, under the blessing of blood, looked extraordinarily bewitching.

  They cannot go against the direction of the plot, otherwise they will be severely punished.

   And drinking the blood in the cup is also one of the plots, which must not be violated.

   It wasn't until Lu Zhiyao took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood on his lips that Cen Qing felt that something was really wrong.

  She can still distinguish bloodstains and lipstick marks clearly.

   "The taste seems to be pretty good, would you like to have a taste, Lord Earl?"

  Lu Zhiyao memorized the lines according to the plot, without distraction.

   Immediately afterwards, Aisha held a glass filled with bright red liquid and walked towards Cen Qing.

   "My lord, this is your real afternoon tea."

   Cen Qing looked at the big cup full of blood, the smell of blood rushed straight to the tip of his nose, and swallowed silently.

   Fortunately, she had a quick mind and showed the countenance.

  Bending over and putting the tip of his nose to the mouth of the glass, Cen Qing pretended to be disgusted,

   "Blood of this quality is also worthy of my entrance? Save it for bathing tonight."

  Anyway, now that she is the earl, everyone has to listen to her.

   "Okay, Lord Earl, I will keep an eye out for more delicious blood for you to taste."

   It wasn't until Aisha asked someone to remove the glass that Cen Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

  But it doesn't seem to be over...

   "Mrs. Christie, the blood in the teacup in front of you was given by the Earl."

   The implication is to drink quickly, if you don't drink, you won't give Cen Qing face.

  Looking at patient No. 81, Cen Qing saw that his eyes were dull, as if he didn't understand Aisha's meaning at all.

  Strange, he was still alive and well when he was in the cafeteria at noon.

  How could it be like this in one noon?

  The wide brim of a lady's hat obscures Christie's forehead, but look closely.

  Cen Qing still saw the white gauze wrapped around his forehead, with blood still oozing from it.

  The whole person is like a lifeless puppet.

  If he wasn't still breathing, Cen Qing would have thought that the person sitting next to him was a corpse.

  Seeing that he has not moved for a long time, Aisha said regretfully,

   "Poor Mrs. Christie doesn't seem to have figured out the rules of the game yet."

   "Then I can only wrong her and make some small contributions to the rose garden in the garden."

   As soon as the words fell, some people dressed as servants stepped forward and took off patient No. 81 abruptly.

  The lady's top hat was blown by the wind, drawing a beautiful arc in mid-air.

  The injured forehead was exposed, and Cen Qing suppressed the gastric juice surging wantonly in his stomach.

  That person's head was cut off in half.

  From the corner of the forehead to the end of the eyebrow, it is empty...

  When she saw him at noon, she was still fine...

   Seeing Cen Qing's expression of surprise and panic, Lu Zhiyao raised his eyebrows, as if he was letting out a bad breath, and said,

   "I heard that there is a secret room under the Earl's castle. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to visit it today?"

  As the promoter of the plot, Lu Zhiyao read his lines expressionlessly.

   But Cen Qing is not as calm as her.

   If she's right, she's playing the bloodthirsty Countess Elizabeth Ballitley.

   And the secret room under the castle should be the place where she skinned and took blood...

   Cen Qing swept the dark clouds gradually rising in the sky, and was about to refuse on the grounds of bad weather.

  Aisha next to her took over the matter.

   "Of course, the earl is the person who likes to share the most."

  Cen Qing: …

   What does she like to share? She doesn't know how!

  Since Aisha said something about breaking the rules of the game just now, it must be going along with the development of this plot.

   Sure enough, none of the people in the mental hospital are normal!

  (end of this chapter)