bayedsolid Chapter 323 The Overbearing President Falls in Love with the 7-Year-Old Me (12)
Chapter 323 The Overbearing President Falls in Love with the 7-Year-Old Me (12)
Oh no! Debbie?
Long Batian looked up and groped for the cold bed. He looked around with wide eyes, but he couldn't find the little girl. His heart tightened. He looked at the window, which was wide open, like a hungry wolf with its mouth wide open. The curtains swayed with the wind, and the door was nodding and bending when the wind blew. The cold wind whistled in. Where was Debbie? Long Batian quickly sank into the soul world and looked at the five-star array map. He couldn't find Debbie's location. Did the Burning Mountain block the coordinates of the main body?
He walked out of the room. The corridor was filled with a strong smell of blood that mixed with the wind. Long Batian couldn't help but shiver. The corridor, which was originally brightly lit, suddenly became dim. It was pitch black outside the corridor. Long Batian's figure shuttled quickly in the corridor, running all the way in the direction of the smell of blood.
"Thump thump thump--" The footsteps became more and more rapid. Under the backdrop of the blood moon outside the window, the entire corridor was covered with a layer of dark red gauze. At this time, Long Batian's face turned ashen and his heart was in turmoil.
Finally, he ran to the source of the bloody smell, which turned out to be a bottomless cellar. On both sides of the cellar were two two-winged angels covering their faces. The bloody smell came from here. Long Batian jumped directly into the cellar without saying a word.
The cellar was sticky, and the stone steps and walls were all covered with dark red liquid. The stench went straight into Long Batian's nose, making him dizzy. Even Long Batian, who had faced countless evil creatures before, couldn't stand it. It felt like falling into hell.
The cellar was dark, with only the faint light of torches on both sides providing enough light to barely make out the general outline of the passage.
...
"Where am I?" Debbie turned around in a daze, and a stunningly beautiful face appeared in front of her.
"My Lord?" Debbie recognized this face. It was the lord of Howard Manor who had appeared at the banquet. They had met once at the dinner party, and he left in a hurry after appearing. Debbie thought that he had something urgent to do, so she didn't think much about it.
"Hehehehe——!" The beautiful lord looked at Diaby and revealed a sly smile.
Looking at the lord's strange laughter and the body hidden in the darkness, Debbie felt a chill down her spine, and her subconscious told her that this place was very dangerous.
"My Lord, what are you doing? Did I eat too much? If you don't mind, I can spit some out for you!" Debbie, who was panicking, had just finished speaking when she was surprised to find that her hands and feet were tied to the table and she couldn't move. She turned her head and saw that the table was stained with blood, with minced meat and knife marks on it. The scabs of blood clots were stuck on the tabletop, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and flesh. Debbie understood that this was not a table, but a chopping board!
"Oh! Something is wrong! I think I saw my mom just now? How did I get here?" Debbie's memory began to recover slowly. Before she could come to her senses, she saw a head with a long neck flying past her eyes and then stopped in front of her. Debbie saw the beautiful lord exposed after approaching the light source, and then looked at the more than ten-meter-long neck connected to the body. Debbie screamed in fear.
"Don't come over here! Don't come over here!" Debbie struggled desperately, but it was useless. This was not a warm and comfortable place at all, but a slaughterhouse.
"Huo-huo-huo!" The sharp sound of sharpening a knife came from the depths of darkness.