The invigilator No. 1006 has a very experienced and has seen the world. His blood did not scare him to death.

He just pulled a cloth towel, wiped his hands and neck, and covered the wound.

"What kind of dress, your expression?"

With what happened just now, Gao Qi's attitude towards Qin Jue was a little better.

He opened the bedroom door and saw it out, and said, "Where are there any skirts?"

"It looks pretty, who wears it?" He hugged and clumsily at the two people in the room.

As soon as he squeezed, he found that these two were looking at him with a terrible look.

How scary is it?

It was a natural and unquestionable look, as if he had to stay for a few more seconds and his big skirt would be around his neck.

“…”

Gao Qi instantly put away his laughter, and ran away after a while.

"Goodbye for dinner!" He rumbling over to the balcony and fled back to the next door in a brisk manner as a 15-year-old younger man.

He slipped too fast, and the male servant outside the door noticed something was wrong, and he leaned in and came face to face with You Huo.

"What happened sir?" the servant glanced into the room.

You "Huo" held the door and blocked most of his vision: "It's okay."

Just as he was about to close the man, the servant approached the door and said, "I heard some sounds--"

"It has nothing to do with you."

"But--"

You "Huo" interrupted him impatiently: "Do you want to read the *blocked keywords* dress up?"

After saying that, Peng closed the door.

Inside the room, Qin Juegang came out of the bedroom.

He was holding the big skirt and said, raising his eyebrows and said, "Who *blocked keywords* dress up?"

Just make fun of it. This bastard thing is also holding a skirt and comparing it with You Huo in the air, and said "um".

You 『回』: "…”

Oh, grandma.

He was holding the knife that Gao Qi used to "cut" in his hand, and pointed to the edge of the knife and said, "Get out next door and change your dress."

Qin Jue smiled and put down the dangerous items, jumped onto the balcony and left.

This castle is really huge.

When a pair of guests came out of the house wearing dresses and masks, they actually made people feel a little illusion.

It seems that time and space have become chaotic, and the other guests in the castle are real old-century aristocrats.

Zhou Qi was originally looking around and looking at the arrangements in the castle. At this time, he carefully approached Yu Huo's side a few steps closer.

You "Huo" glanced at her: "Scared?"

Zhou Qi smiled embarrassedly and said, "I dressed almost the same, and the masks are similar. I can't tell who is who. I just stood two steps away and looked at you. I feel like you are like the person here. I am the only candidate who has been infiltrated, which is a bit scary..."

You "Huo" put his hands on the stone wall of the corridor and looked down at the people coming and going below, without any intention of leaving.

The servant urged beside him: "Sir, *blocked keyword*, I will take you to the dinner hall."

You "huo" didn't raise his eyes: "Waiting for someone."

The servant said, "The dinner is about to begin."

You "Misfortune": "Oh."

The servant said, "The Duke is waiting for you."

You "Wait."

Male servant: "The *blocked keyword* is already here, who else are you looking for?"

As an NPC, he seems unable to understand the relationship other than "couple".

You "huo" ignored him.

The male servant said again: "You can go to the dinner hall first and then look for it."

You are deaf.

butler:"……"

While speaking, the wooden door next door creaked open.

Qin Jue pushed the door and saw You "Huo" standing by the corridor.

The dress made him tall and upright. When he turned to look over, the fabric between his waist and legs was slightly wrinkled. The mask covered his upper half of his face, with complex and gorgeous patterns, and the contrast was strong with the cold corners of his lips on the lower half of his face.

Qin Jue paused.

At that moment, he suddenly felt that the standing collar between You Huo's neck was too tightly tied.

So much so that he wanted to pull the buttons at the top, lift off half of the mask, bite or kiss him, and in short, he wanted to do something to destroy the meticulousness and let the cold lips reveal some other emotions.

Maybe the wall lights above the head are dim and ambiguous.

He actually felt that such a "confused" was not unfamiliar with it, and he could even imagine that the other party could not hold back his coldness.

Almost as if I had seen it before.

But it's just almost it.

That subtle sense of familiarity was fleeting, as fast as an illusion that passed by in a flash.

...

"Is it okay now?" asked the male servant again, with a stern face, but his eyes flashed and a little uneasy, as if You "Huo" didn't move anymore, and he could cry on the spot for everyone to see.

You "huo" said "hmm" and stood up straight.

He saw Qin Jue pulling the collar of his dress and walked over slowly, just about to say something.

Another door was also opened, Gao Qi moved out with awkward face, and complained to Zhao Jiatong while pulling his sleeves: "This thing is really uncomfortable to wear. The collar is not a collar, and the waist is not a waist. Is it bullying that our necks are short... Eh? Are you waiting for me?"

He grabbed the hem of his clothes and asked You "Misfortune".

You "Huo" paused for a moment, nodded to Gao Qi and said, "Hurry up."

Gao Qi looked moved.

Big Boss You feels a little guilty.

They lived the farthest, and there was no hurry to change their dresses.

By the time they set off, there were no other candidates on the third floor.

There are actually three servants leading the way for the three guests.

The three male servants were very fast. If they could, they would probably choose to drag these candidates to run away.

The overall color tone in the castle is dark.

The Duke seems to have a special liking for the keywords that are similar to the blood. The curtains, curtains, towels, and tablecloths are all in this color tone.

There will be a portrait painting on the corridor wall every few dozen meters.

There is a family of three in the oil painting.

A woman in a red dress was sitting in an armchair with her left elbow on one side. Her snow-white neck and shoulder lines were soft and beautiful, and she looked gentle and dignified... She held a mask in her right hand, covering her upper half of her face.

The lips exposed were bright red and plump, and the corners of the mouth were raised and smiling.

There was also a little boy standing beside her, with his hair meticulously combed, wearing a delicate white dress. He put one hand on the woman's wrist and a mask on the other hand.

Behind the mother and son was a tall and thin man. He bent down slightly and supported himself on the back of the armchair. He also held a mask in his hand to cover his face, smiling at the corners of his lips.

This should be the Duke's family.

But now *blocked keywords* and the child have passed away, and the Duke is the only one left.

The three male servants took them all the way, passing through the corridors and several empty rooms, and finally arrived at the end of a corridor.

The tall and magnificent door there was a faint sound of people talking and drinking.

The male servant glanced at the time and finally breathed a sigh of relief with gratitude and said, "It's okay, I'll catch up."

He pushed several guests into the door and went out by himself.

***

In the dinner hall, the long tables continued from one end of the room to the other, which was enough for 13 groups of candidates to sit down and have even more seats.

The last few empty seats should be left for You Huo and the others, and the man sitting upright at the head of the table should be the Duke.

Although the old butler Douglas called him shortly, he was not old and even very young.

Just like... in his twenties.

More than a dozen children were wearing snow-white dresses and masks, standing on the high platform in a corner of the hall singing songs.

The Duke looked at You Huo and the others and knocked on the cup with a silver spoon.

He snorted, and the whole hall became quiet.

"Douglas, are these guests late?" the Duke asked the butler beside him.

His voice was very strange, as if he was used to a low voice, deliberately pressing it down, and it was a little hoarse. It made people feel uncomfortable.

Douglas shook his head and said, "There is no master, the time is just right."
To be continued...