"What's going on?"

Veronia shook her head, "How did I feel like Martha was weird just now. ”

Roger and the girl walked side by side.

"If it's not necessary, you can at least reduce contact with that Martha in the future, I feel strange energy fluctuations in her, although I can't tell it."

"But that woman is obviously not an ordinary person."

"You mean ......?"

Veronia soon understood something.

"She just used some kind of spell on me?" Veronia shook her head, a little shuddering, she already had a little retreat in her heart.

However, he carefully observed Roger's expression, and seeing that the latter did not say anything, he sighed lightly in his heart, and silently suppressed this thought.

Regardless, she always felt safer with Roger.

Walking into the hall, the room was brightly lit, and all the guests were guided into two rows, men and women, under the guidance of the waiter, and walked into the dark room at the back.

There, they would complete their disguises and re-enter the place where the masquerade was held, and Veronia's uneasiness intensified, and she hesitated for a moment before walking over to Roger.

"The atmosphere here is very oppressive, I want to leave immediately, what about you, with me?"

Veronia's voice was faintly expectant, she took the initiative to take Roger's hand, and her little finger scratched lightly on Roger's palm, this vague hint was self-evident.

"You didn't take the opportunity last time, do you want to refuse me again today?"

Roger condescendedly and looked down at the red evening dress with a deep V.

Glance.

If it were a different time and place, he might not mind catching up with old friends and chatting.

But not today.

Taking advantage of the crowds, it was the best time for him to get to know the manor.

Roger shook his head slightly.

"It's really inconvenient today."

Veronia's disappointment was fleeting.

"Okay."

She approached Roger and whispered an address in the latter's ear.

"My door is always open for you......"

Veronia smiled.

Roger nodded, "Let's go, I'll send you out of the manor first." ”

Roger left the hall with Veronia, and a squire stopped them at the door, but after asking the specific reason, he didn't say anything, and let the two go to the parking lot.

Starting the car, the red Ferrari slowly left the manor along the way down the hill.

Roger stood on a high spot, watching Veronia's taillights fade away, and only then did he turn and walk down the hall again when he was sure that Veronia was out of the manor.

"Where's my lovely Veronia?"

A voice came from the darkness.

Martha walked slowly with a wine glass, "Are you too tired to rest upstairs?" ”

He looked at Roger unscrupulously, "You look strong, tsk......t"

From this woman's gaze, Roger saw a little hunger and greed.

"Is this what you're going to wear tonight?"

He didn't continue the conversation, instead pointing to Martha's new cut-out evening gown.

Tiny diamonds are set in the garment, and the cut-out patterns stick to the surface of the skin, looming in the faint light.

In all fairness, this woman is really good at picking clothes.

"Giggles!"

Martha laughed wildly.

Well, it's really trembling.

"Remember my clothes, come to me when the prom starts......"

With that, she chuckled and left with her glass.

Roger frowned.

"There are no witches' spiritual fluctuations, and they are not the bloodline of warlocks, and as for demon hunters, it is even more impossible, exorcists or spirit mediums?"

This Martha exhibits traits that are very different from the otherworldly professions that Roger is exposed to.

But seeing this woman, he was more confident in his next actions.

There must be some secret hidden in this manor, and this secret may have something to do with the Stuart family back then.

Walk into the hall again.

After this delay, there were not too many people left in the hall, and Roger walked into one of the rooms with the attendant's guidance.

The room was only about a dozen square meters, with a soft sofa against the wall and a monitor on the table next to it, showing all the decorative items that Roger could pick up.

He looked through it carefully, there were countless kinds of rich materials, as long as he selected the corresponding items, at most one minute, the prepared various props would be sent into the room through the elevator.

The various decorations are at your disposal, but only the mask worn on the face cannot be changed once selected.

And each mask is unique.

Just as Roger was making his choice, on the other side, Martha turned a hallway with a wine glass, and after turning a corner, the figure disappeared at the end of the hallway.

A faint red glow shimmered in the dimly lit hallway, and the glow dimly reflected on Martha's face, except for the crisp sound of high heels stepping on the wooden floor.

The silky wheezing sound in the hallway drilled into the brain little by little.

Pushing open the door, a tall man, sitting on the couch with his back to Martha.

The man had loose blonde hair, and the color of the hair was not pure, but a somewhat obscure dark blonde.

From the back, only the man's shoulders and neck bulged like a mountain peak can be seen.

"How's the preparation?"

"There are a couple of suitable candidates."

"By the way, the Knights have come to check here, but I've sent them away."

Martha pursed her lips and stepped forward to wrap her arms around the man's neck from behind.

"I suffered a lot of losses in order to deal with those guys, you say......"

"How can I be compensated?"

"Huh."

The man smiled, "You're always so greedy. ”

A face came to mind, and Martha thought about it but didn't squeak, as if it were a tasty prey that she might be able to eat secretly.

"Prepare, we'll be on the scene in a moment."

The man stood up, and at his feet were two shivering women, their eyes glazed and their bodies unfocused, obviously bewildered, but still instinctively in fear.

He turned to look at Martha.

Even though she has faced it countless times, every time she sees this face, Martha still feels terrified.

The man's entire face was dug out, and in the sunken part downward, there were dense layers of sharp teeth!

"Where's my face?"

The man muttered.

He looked around, walked over to the wall, and removed a bone mask from the wall.

Click!

The face and mask fit together perfectly, and after the sound of the sound, the two merged into one, and when the man turned his head again, Martha appeared in front of a delicate and handsome face.

No flaw can be seen from any angle.

"Alright, we can go."

The man beckoned to Martha, and as he reached the door, a shadow in the light suddenly crept up the man's ankle like a living thing.

Pushing open the door, he was already dressed in a delicate evening gown.

Two muffled grunts came from the room, and the body of the woman who was slumped on the floor melted, as if eaten by this room.

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