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Shen Jiu has never heard silence quite this loud. The eerie quiet making him think of the worst, he was expecting just about anything to pounce on him.
He tried to calm the rapid beating of his heart from the sudden grim foreboding feeling overwhelming his senses and filling his thoughts. The young man could have heard wrong but every part of him contradicted such thoughts.
It couldn't be a mere coincidence. He told himself.
As the seconds tick by, a burst of courage flows through the young man and it prompts him to move to check the general direction of the supposed noise. Although it was quite fruitless, he finds that it calms him down when he finds absolutely nothing amiss.
But for how long ? Something was bound to happen, his nasty thoughts remind mockingly. Those thoughts were right but he truly wished they weren't, he hated jinxing himself.
Although at this point he hopes (maybe begs some powerful unseen creature) that he had certainly misheard and was only making a fool of himself.
There was nothing there. Let there be nothing there.
Despite how many times he's confirmed it, uneasiness still fills him up. His fear grips at him like a vice when he checks the shelves warily despite already knowing nothing was out of place. The comfort of checking again and again reassures him, it somehow soothes his whole being but maybe that was him denying, deceiving himself because inwardly he thinks this was done on instinct.
He was imagining it. He was sleep deprived, this should be enough reason for his head to mess with him.
Probably.
Maybe another round of checking wouldn’t hurt to do...
After thoroughly looking around he was slightly relieved but that was short lived as an uncomfortable feeling pricked at his being. Searing invisible marks unto his flesh, leaving no evidence but the mere sensation of a fiery hot iron branding his skin.
He felt like he was being watched.
Shen Jiu turned away from the book shelves, feeling those eyes that observed his every movement look on with much intensity, it was a dark hungry gaze burning holes unto his back. He was suddenly all too eager to hide underneath the silk sheets of Shen Qingqiu's plush bed.
But as his feet hurriedly carried him closer to the said luxury he heard the cranking of a metal piece along with a dragging sound that followed. He had just reached the foot of the bed, when the air around him grew tense, cold even.
He looked around frantically, as the sound of metal grated his ears.
Where? Where did that sound come from? The young man’s thoughts harried inside his head as fear unknowingly seeped into his system.
Shen Jiu backed away from the bed and he looked around, once again trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. It seemed to bounce from wall to wall, ricocheting, never staying in one location. At that moment, he wasn't sure of what he was supposed to do.
He felt oddly terrified, his thoughts turning more chaotic as panic overwhelmed his senses, discombobulating him to the point that the young man failed to notice that something was already out of place. It was much too late when he noticed the bookshelf behind him had moved and a pale hand darted out from the gaping darkness of the hidden room behind the shelves.
Everything had happened far too quickly. The shelf was roughly pushed to the side, the sound of wood loudly scraping the floor. The noise falling on deaf ears as a hand lands on his shoulder, his brain not immediately comprehending the sudden touch until it latches unto him firmly before forcibly dragging him inside.
Of course when his vision grew dim from the lack of light he realises that he was once again inside the hidden passages. It was like blinking once only to find out a hundred years had come to pass in mere seconds, Shen Jiu was baffled as to how he suddenly ended up in this unfortunate situation.
He was being kidnapped.
What was he supposed to do? Why of course he was supposed to struggle and try to get himself free!
What the fuck was he waiting for if he wasn't going to try and pry himself away? The moment he couldn't get away? The moment he was being murdered by this person, his captor?
Now that's bullshit. Everyone knows that the first thing you do is struggle and get away from your captor, any longer and your survival rates drop drastically.
With as much strength as Shen Jiu could muster he flailed and kicked at his captor. He was unwilling to back down, so he resisted with much determination that he heard this person scoff derisively.
And then there is a burning feeling that quickly numbs. There was no pain but he found this sensation familiar, it was when he was laying down helplessly before his recent death.
Shen Jiu notices how the other side of his body suddenly grew wet, a strange watery substance clinging to his skin. His first instinct was to look at his arm, or where it was supposed to be, it was dark but he could make out the thick globs of a mysterious liquid trickling down.
He was bleeding, the young man concludes. The warmth of his blood was seeping into his clothes, leaving messy blotches on the cobblestone walls and floor.
Did he just lose a limb? That time was he- did he—
He hadn't even had the chance to give a proper reaction when he was slammed to the near wall, his head reeling from the strong impact. The young man hisses, cursing whoever this was that was manhandling him.
But then a thought came upon Shen Jiu, he is surprised that he feels pain (and the start of a slight concussion, probably) from the violent action but feels numb about his newly severed arm which was bleeding out.
Didn't he have a privilege about not feeling pain from injuries? What the hell, the entity was a fucking liar!
He continues struggling while inwardly cursing at the damn thing that brought him into this world. This stupid shitty game. Stupid shitty entity, no help whatsoever.
You think he wanted to play this stupid game? He could be getting a decent job as of now if he wasn’t dragged into this shi—
Ding.
【 Privilege Chosen: No Pain Will Be Felt From Fatal Wounds 】
Fatal wounds? Alright that made sen—
Before he could finish the thought his head was once again met with the wall. The dizziness he felt intensifies after the horrible reunion, it was like his head was being split in two.
He curses silently, if he was going to to get killed the least this person could do was end him quickly!
No one enjoyed being slammed on a wall… unless it was a filthy fetish or something along those lines, he wasn't going to judge anyone for that.
Especially when he was being repeatedly tortured at the moment, about to have his head split, cracked open like an egg.
He didn’t have time to be cynical when he was on the verge of dying again and again.
And much to Shen Jiu's annoyance his head was repeatedly slammed upon the wall until the pain started to slowly numb at times.
That was a horrible sign, this just means that there was a possibility that his head was really being split open. Shen Jiu shuts his eyes, teeth gritted as he endured the sharp bouts of pain that muddled his thinking, his head still meeting with the wall like a pair of star-crossed lovers would on starry quiet nights.
Then it abruptly stops, he blinks away the tears that gathered on his long lashes. He blearily looks about wondering what happened for it to suddenly stop.
As his eyes regain their proper vision he finds himself looking at a metal table, an oddly familiar one.
Before he could make a move himself to maybe gather his thoughts, Shen Jiu is suddenly all too aware of the calloused hands wrapped on his waist, the lean body pressed to his side.
The warm air of breath, the soft lips that touch his sensitive ears.
"Shizun." He hears this person breathlessly whisper to him. His voice was soft and uncannily sweet sounding, like he was speaking to his beloved.
It was the child that ripped his heart off his chest. Fuck.
He finds himself being led to the metal table and that sets out an alarm on his whole system, he wasn't just going to wait for death by following along. There was a clear death flag looming over him if he decided to approach the damned thing.
All his instincts make him want to run and struggle, so he does. He didn't care if it was a pointless effort, he understood he didn't really have much of a chance seeing that he was incapacitated at the moment; an arm gone and head profusely bleeding, not the best condition to escape in.
"No." He snaps, actually managing to pull himself off the younger boy. What the—
Shen Jiu is surprised, eyes widening as he stares back at the boy in front of him who took quite a submissive stance. He for some reason made an effort to make himself look smaller, more harmless like he could still fool him at this point in time.
A shiver racks his body as those dark grey eyes peer up at him with much emotion that they were drowning the young man with just that gaze alone. He purses his lips unsure of what to say or how to move on from this situation when the boy suddenly beams at him.
Pink lips twisting into a small coy smile, eyes turning to pretty crescents, his whole body seeming to rejoice at the attention he was given.
"Shizun!" The boy chirped happily, it was almost like he wasn't scary and instead was an endearing child, like the little ducklings at school.
He suddenly missed those kids, they were less of a handful. Noisy yes but not murders ( for now ).
"Shizun." The boy once again calls out, sounding so very innocent like a white lotus.
Of course this was a stark reminder to Shen Jiu that this was a cleverly worn façade and it all the more added to how creepy this boy was getting.
He feels himself move a step back, being so near felt suffocating but this was clearly a mistake on his part. Fuck his survival instincts because this makes the glow of the boy's eyes grow dim.
"...Shizun?" He doesn't answer and yet again he realises it was another stupid mistake on his part when he heard the boy repeat a line from before: "Is this one not worthy of receiving a reply from you?"
This prompts Shen Jiu to open his mouth slightly to say something, anything but his mouth grows dry and he doesn't know what to actually say aloud.
"Are you punishing this one by not speaking to him?"
What the hell was with everyone and assuming the worst? They keep making up their own conclusions and it always leads to him dying horribly.
Why is no one in this game remotely sensible?
"Has this one been much too mischievous and froward?" Suddenly the boy looks teary-eyed and all too distraught at the moment.
"Ah, I see. This lowly one understands, he will reflect on his actions." As soon as the words were said an uncanny chill runs up Shen Jiu's spine.
This was that feeling from that time when he was—
Numerous thoughts fill his head as he looks back at the younger boy's watery eyes that seemed to twinkle. Pretty lips forming a pout as he whispers sweetly: "This one apologises, truly."
For a second he almost felt a silver of pity rise from him but he immediately squashed it. That thing was happening again.
Shit. How was this even possible, he had to snap out of it. He shouldn't fall for it, this was unscientific.
Seeing Shen Jiu's stoic look still plastered on his unfazed face, those bright gray eyes darken, it's gaze on him growing more and more apprehensive as seconds come to pass.
He hears the boy scoff loudly, "It's unfair for you to be mad, Shizun."
That sounded different from last time. His eyes search the younger boy's expression, what exactly was he trying to convey? To Shen Jiu right now he sounded awfully petulant, and all too truculent.
Like a brat spoiled rotten, always complaining, screaming, demanding like a child throwing a tantrum. How beastly.
"Shizun is clearly the one at fault. He promised to visit Binghe." The boy complained with an aggrieved tone, he was suddenly within a closer proximity. The boy moves to cling unto his arm (which one? He didn't really need to specify, one of them had already been torn off it was obviously the one still attached to him).
"Binghe only asks t-that… " He inhales shakily before continuing: "That Shizun will remember this one—" The boy's voice cracks, before he starts sobbing. "—and come see h-him every once in awhile."
The child was whining now, huh? See, this is why he disliked fussy children. Obedient children were preferable.
He watched expressionlessly as the boy shed crocodile tears. Although he truly did look like a kicked puppy left out under the pouring rain. So despondent and pitiful, Shen Jiu burnt all the pity he once had for this look the child was portraying. The boy couldn't fool him this time around.
But maybe crying was an understatement since the youth was in fact all but weeping his eyes out, bawling like a child who got lost in a crowd unable to find his parents.
Looks like that Oscar award of his was stolen by this child, thankfully he had already seen through this act. He sighs pulling himself off the boy's grasp, this was tiring.
The boy tried to grab him again but he swats his hands away. Soon enough the boy kneels in front of him, tears continue to spill from his eyes. Shen Jiu once again hears the beastly little child's whining about how lonely he was, how heartbroken he was that their promise was not kept.
All in all the boy still looked like a despairing maiden that was screwed over by a scum man.
Maybe he was indeed screwed over or something along those lines but the young man couldn't give a shit about it, he was certainly holding a grudge for all the head slamming earlier.
Although if he thought about it, if not appearance-wise, the boy looked to be a brat throwing a tantrum.
"I want to eat dinner too."
Oh yes, the congee. He almost forgot about that. Shen Jiu should probably figure out a plan for that one.
"Binghe, this disciple of yours, wished to dine with you."
Shen Jiu recalls the beautiful serving platter with its bowl of delicious rice porridge hidden beneath a silver cloche. How was he supposed to bring that thing to the child?
"Why is Shizun so cruel?" Said child sobs pathetically, looking quite vulnerable and desolate as he throws the verbal jab at Shen Jiu. "Always forgetting to visit this lowly one who never asks much."
He remembers how he dumped the bowl's contents inside the toilet the second time. The young man didn't really have much of a choice so he no longer felt guilty about it, he understood that if he didn't return the bowl (empty) to that male servant he would immediately set up a death flag.
Being gutted alive wasn't a pleasant experience. Surely his heart getting ripped out of his chest seemed to be the lesser of two evils.
"As long as Shizun comes to see me every now and then, it will have been good enough for someone like me." The child's hands grip at his clothes, he pulls at it frantically as though Shen Jiu was about to disappear right in front of his eyes.
The youth bats his glossy eyes at him, looking all the more pitiful as he states: "In fact, Binghe would be overjoyed."
The youth's sobbing continues and Shen Jiu finds that he is starting to grow more and more ansty from it.
"This disciple is terribly greedy but he tries to be content," The child still kneeling in front of him admits. He watches the boy peer up at him, their gazes locked as he sniffles.
Then suddenly those slender hands pull him down (and if he winces at the impact the other person was selfish enough to not care).
The youth confesses his disgruntled feelings, looking at him fervidly with doe-like eyes: "Binghe hates that he can't have what he wants but he is willing if Shizun will look at him."
Once again he doesn't respond, this child sounded so hypocritical. His words and actions always seem to mean two things. Truly egotistical and self-centred. The child was spouting nonsense with no concern for other people, he really couldn't understand him.
"Shizun. Shizun. Shizun. " His sobs continue. "This lowly one can't even see you whenever he wants."
At this point Shen Jiu feels impatient. There were thoughts being whispered to him, it was telling him to feel sorry for the boy, to comfort him but that was complete bullshit.
Looks like they haven't given up trying to persuade him to pity this child. He knew exactly how dangerous this little crybaby was.
He is harmless, some part of Shen Jiu insists. He venomously curses at that thought before ignoring it completely.
"This disciple should just lock you up, is Shizun alright with that?"
Now the boy wore a frown on his face, he looked quite displeased. He was no longer crying, a hateful expression filled the youth's handsome face. "I hate it. I want to see Shizun too. But Shizun doesn't want to look at this disciple."
A glare is directed his way, those crimson coloured eyes of his glowing eerily. Shen Jiu realises that he had to speak. He had to give an answer or else he'd get the same outcome.
Dying was traumatic enough even without the pain.
"..This… this master—" He pauses as the boy looks at him expectantly, listening and so eagerly eating up the words that leave his lips. The child really had a way with making him feel all the more ill at ease with his situation.
But he couldn't afford to let that cloud his thoughts, he had to speak. After careful consideration he says cautiously: "This master thinks that is an outrageous decision."
The frown on the boy's lips became more prominent, it almost looked like it was about to twist into a scowl.
"Is that what Shizun thinks." The boy states, it didn't sound like a question.
The room's temperature grew colder along with the look this supposed disciple of his had on. The youth eyed him, his stare almost akin to a hot branding iron to his skin, this served to make Shen Jiu grow more anxious.
"Does Shizun hate Binghe?"
Shen Jiu furrowed his brows together, how to respond to that?
"If Shizun isn't willing to speak… if he would not agree..." Binghe looks distraught with his words. He seems to have jumped into his own conclusions like always.
But then suddenly the horrible expression on the young boy's face was wiped like a slate. He smiled but it didn't look quite like a smile at all for they never did reach those ruby-like eyes of his, they looked far too predatory to seem soft.
"...maybe this disciple should just force you?" This was definitely ominous. Looks like nothing had changed, this was exactly the same lines being dished out.
Dammit. He was going to die again. Fucking shitty game—
"Ah, this never works on Shizun." He laughs, voice sounding like pretty bells, all too angelic despite how his tone sounded close enough to pass off as mockery.
Then he realises the line had changed again but the feeling of dread in his heart remained. The boy leaned over to wrap him in an embrace, warm hands pulling him in.
The handsome youth whispers, breath warm against his ear: "Binghe wants to be greedy now since Shizun can't keep his promises."
He laps his tongue on his earlobe, a quiet laugh leaving his lips when the young man shivers from the hot touch. "If this one must, he will devour Shizun."
The smell of blood ( his blood) in the air grows nauseating. It's more asphyxiating, more encroaching as seconds ticked by.
Shen Jiu's eyes widen with horror, does— does he mean it figuratively?
The young man tried to pull away but he seemed to be locked in place, unable to release himself from the arms that cage him in. So he instead searches the child's crimson coloured eyes for a sign that he was joking or messing with him.
But as they eyed each other, he realises that: Oh, shit. He's fucking serious!
Is this kid alright in the head? Why the fuck was that the boy's chosen course of action?
Maybe he was reading in too much, that's just so...
Warm hands rub his back soothingly and a sick feeling sinks into his stomach. Binghe gives him a blindingly gorgeous smile, the boy's pearly white teeth shining with a gleam as he announces far too cheerfully: "I want Shizun and Binghe to be one."
And how— how exactly are you planning to do that? He couldn't possibly be thinking of—
"Binghe can't think of a better and more fitting way aside from consuming Shizun."
Seeing the panic in his eyes, his supposed disciple continues to smile so beautifully as though he was truly a white lotus blooming so prettily, seeming to relish in the attention (although bad) on him.
He moves his right hand from the young man's back to caress Shen Jiu's face, his touch feathery and light as he proclaims affectionately: "This disciple promises to drink Shizun's blood and gobble up every bit of his flesh."
The only thought that runs through the young man's head is to dissuade the child from such outrageous ideas. But before he could speak up a sudden burning feeling overwhelms him before quickly numbing.
Shen Jiu watches wide-eyed as the youth shows him his newly severed arm, displaying the appendage in front of him like an offering. He shudders at the sight of it, feeling his stomach churn with displeasure.
The other side of his body grew wet, he didn't have to look at it to know that the warm liquid seeping into his clothes was his blood. It was leaving a dark crimson colored puddle underneath them.
"Binghe will not even leave a single bone, in Shizun's body." He sees pearly white teeth gleam before they're tainted with red, the young man looks on petrified. Watching silently with much horror as the child bites into flesh, tearing it apart so very easily.
His stomach continued to protest, seeming to grow more upset with what he was witnessing.
Binghe looked far too pleased as he continued to chew on what he could tear into until the whole thing no longer looked like an arm at all.
Nausea fills Shen Jiu and he feels the back of his eyes grow hot, maybe Mu Qingfang wasn't as crazy as he had first thought. This child was definitely far more terrifying.
The young man trembles as he sees the boy lick at the bone hungrily, looking quite predatory like a beast.
Oh, maybe he truly was. Why would that make Shen Jiu then, the prey? Fucking little beast!
Then the child's eyes look up from his current meal, which seemed to have been held so delicately atop his slender hands, his crimson coloured eyes shining. He opens his mouth and he hears the sickening crack of the bone in the boy's mouth.
Shen Jiu flinches at the sound, each bite resounding in his ears. The crunching sound grating and screeching at his ears that he becomes far too paralysed to move.
The young man continues watching until the boy finishes everything, until Binghe was licking at his hands still unsatisfied. He looks back at Shen Jiu, eyes already greedily devouring his appearance.
The child offers him a smile, teeth and lips stained red. Binghe approaches him, warm hands rest on his shoulder before he leans in and meets his cold lips, a foreign moist object (the boy's tongue) forcefully invading his mouth inexorably. The coppery taste of blood fills his taste buds, knowing why it tastes like that makes him gag.
Although the young man tries to pull away, the boy bites his lips and deepens the kiss, which was a horrible one, no offense. Their teeth clashing painfully and much too much of lip biting (on Binghe's part). His insistent mouth was parting his trembling lips, sending wild tremors along his nerves, inflicting sensations he refused to acknowledge.
Shen Jiu's lips were definitely going to be bruised if he kept up with this foolish child so he struggles, quickly pulling back his head before slamming it unto the person in front of him.
For a moment the child looks back at him teary-eyed, confused as though he could not understand why he broke away their intimacy, "Shizun?"
Shen Jiu scoffs and spits out the residue of what entered his mouth, the blood and saliva that mixed about. He looks at the boy angrily, his thoughts raging furiously, eyes defiant as ever but all this does is make Binghe frown and before he knew it said boy had forcibly pried his mouth open. Calloused fingers wrapping on the small pink and moist muscular organ of his, they rub on the rough texture before he proceeds to pull his tongue out.
Admittedly he had forgotten to scream every time he got hurt, being unable to feel the pain of fatal injuries had serious downsides and now his lack of a reaction probably made him seem far too stoic.
Binghe smiles at him looking ever so sweet with Shen Jiu's tongue on his pale pretty hands, his stomach lurches when the boy pops the small appendage into his mouth. He even has the gall to moan in delight, like what he just swallowed was some exotic delicacy and not– and not his...
The boy once again leans forward capturing his mouth with his delicate and warm lips, he presses their mouths more impenetrably and rougher, clasping onto his lips again and again each time with more pressure.
He was a really horrible kisser, no experience whatsoever underneath his belt, Shen Jiu mocks and laments inwardly as the youth's teeth bit at his already bleeding lips.
The young man's body had gone as stiff as a corpse that he willingly chose to stay still, this overjoyed the little beast as he hears him giggle, breathless with delight, when they (more like he) breaks the horrid kiss.
The youth pulls him up, the strength of his feet waning, seeming to fail him as he almost topples over. But the other person gently gathers him into his arms, out of context it looked quite domestic but in this setting he grew more horrified.
He soon finds himself being placed atop the metal table, not even realising he was being undressed. When he starts to process the situation he almost finds it amusing.
Haha, how ironic. It was almost like he was being served on a silver platter. In this case quite literally.
Those slender hands gently touch his bare skin, he shudders at skin contact. Fuck. This was a miserable way to die… he didn't— he couldn't— No, he wasn't going to take this lying down!
Shen Jiu prompts his legs to kick at the youth towering above him. He manages a few decent hits before he is stopped when the young boy forcefully grabs his leg.
There was a pause, they looked at each other, an eerie silence passed over both of them. Binghe offers him another blinding smile as the hands that gently held his foot started digging into his soft skin, forming purple bruises right before he swiftly pulls the whole leg off.
The burning feeling overwhelms him for a moment before it quickly numbs. He was once again given a front row seat to watch this— this beast as he voraciously eats another one of his limbs and then the other limb till the sound of chewing starts to haunt his own ears.
When Binghe finishes he looks back at the young man for a reaction, eagerly watching, waiting with baited breath. Shen Jiu would be lying if he were to say that the expression (or the lack thereof) plastered on his face was definitely what he felt.
Although it was quite peculiar for someone to look so stoic in this type of situation, he had donned such an emotionless mask, not on purpose though. Normally, he would act like he was in pain but at the moment Shen Jiu was truly terrified, having died a couple of times in a row was disturbing but tolerable.
But having to watch a human being eat a live human in front of you just didn't sit well with him. As well as the fact that he was the 'live human' being eaten in front of himself.
Shen Jiu recalls someone saying that the eyes were the windows to one's soul, it was like an empty sheet of paper where one could draw out numerous things. Perhaps, he believed those words because he knew that what must've reflected within his eyes were of horror and disgust with a looming touch of despair.
Warm hands press on porcelain-like skin before they mercilessly dig in. The little beast's sharp nails break the soft flesh of Shen Jiu's abdomen, and then slowly bits of him are taken apart. He feels number than ever but he once again does not give a reaction once.
Binghe's crimson coloured eyes watched the young man's every reaction, the boy's eyes were akin to coals burning fervidly within flames, very fiery and passionate. Pink lips twist into a wretched smile, his pearly white teeth shining with a gleam (almost like they weren't stained red moments ago) right before he pulls his bloodied hand to his mouth.
He draws his tongue out to lick at the entrails that stuck to his slender fingers. "This disciple cherishes every moment spent with Shizun. This one will make sure to savour every part of you."
"Know that Binghe loves Shizun the most." And then he reaches inside his carved open chest, the red cavity within spread out, spilling many of the organs within. He feels the calloused hand wrap itself on his still beating heart, the boy caresses it gently with utmost care before he proceeds to rip it off.
Ding. Ding.
【 Please load the file as soon as possible. This body won’t be able to load the file after it has completely died. 】
Shen Jiu unconsciously loads to the nearest save point, he at that moment was laying on his bed. He sits up gasping, body shaking, and his eyes wide tinged with fear. The young man's hands clutch at his uninjured chest, he is surprised to find that his hands cooperate but this only reminds him of the phantom pain of being limbless.
It sets his mind into a panic, what the fuck was that? The boy just— he just...
Inside the silent room he finds himself hearing the erratic thumping of his heart still inside his chest and the loud sound of his ragged breathing that slips out from his mouth.
How the hell did he get to his room? Where exactly was that underground place? Who exactly was that fucking cannibal? That was no white lotus!
He was pulled into the darkness and then that boy suddenly decided to—
The young man feels himself tremble at the memory of hands that carved his chest open.
Yeah, this was certainly going to haunt him. But… but he had to calm down. It was just a game, wasn't it?
He'll be fine. He'd be fine. He was fine.
There was no pain because of the privilege so he shouldn't fuss over this— but it looked far too real and although he felt no pain he recalls the warm hands on him. The slender fingers gently touching his bare skin before they mercilessly dig in.
The beast's sharp nails break the soft flesh of his, and then slowly bits of him are taken apart. He feels numb and does not give a reaction, the young man looks back stoically.
Crimson coloured eyes akin to coals burning fervidly as he watched Shen Jiu's every reaction. Pink lips twist into a wretched smile, his pearly white teeth shining with a gleam right before he—
Shit. Shen Jiu buries all his previous thoughts and experiences to the back of his mind. Don't think about it.
He warily looked at the entrance of the third hidden room, it was still open. And then a knock resounds from his door.
Ah, it's that male servant again. He must be here to collect the bowl.
Shen Jiu's brows furrow together. This load file was all wrong. It was far too late for him at this point he needed to go back to a further load file.
The male servant couldn't take the food yet, he couldn't appease the little beast without it. He wasn't too sure about what would happen to him next if he chose to forgo the visit again.
But how? Did he have to kill himself to get the blue screen to appear and let him go back?
Shen Jiu didn't really feel like dying at the moment. He just wanted to load another file.
Ding.