“Miss Bei, this is milk that Butler Sen asked me to bring you.”
Ah Hua placed the milk on the table expressionlessly.
Bei Yutang’s gaze swept over Ah Hua’s face, her pupils narrowing slightly.
“Ah Hua, are you feeling unwell?”
For some reason, she felt that Ah Hua in front of her was a little different from the one during the day, giving her a sense of unease.
“No.”
“Thank Butler Sen for me.”
Ah Hua nodded and then silently walked out of the library.
Bei Yutang watched Ah Hua leave, her gaze fixed on Ah Hua’s feet. She walked without making a sound, as if she weren’t walking, but floating.
Perhaps her gaze was too intense, making Ah Hua feel it.
She suddenly stopped, silently turned her head, and flashed a row of white teeth at Bei Yutang in the distance.
At that moment, Bei Yutang felt an inexplicable chill permeate her body.
“Miss Bei, is there anything else?”
Although the woman was clearly standing far away, Bei Yutang heard her voice distinctly.
The voice was somewhat hollow, as if drifting from afar, yet also as if she were speaking right beside her.
A voice inside Bei Yutang told her that she wasn’t human.
She watched Ah Hua’s figure disappear into the dark corridor, seemingly merging into the darkness.
The door, which had been open, slowly closed as her figure vanished.
Bei Yutang watched the door close, ceasing all other thoughts, and sat cross-legged to begin practicing her Ice Palm technique.
A sense of urgency washed over her.
Her earlier suspicions about the poem, the strange behavior of Ah Hua, and the feeling that something was watching them since entering the castle—all these had fueled her unease. The deaths of Ke Hongyu and Old Mr. Huang, and the bizarre circumstances surrounding them, all hinted at something unusual.
These unusual circumstances all stemmed from this ancient castle.
The poem left behind by Butler Sen was truly thought-provoking.
“If you do not understand in this life,
No one will care about the fallen flowers outside the door;
Change your appearance and realize your past life,
You’ll know all is vanity after death.”
“You deserve to die!”
Now, two of the eight of them are dead.
She feared her worries would come true. If she were the next target of the murderer, without the ability to protect herself, she would only become a lamb to the slaughter.
Bei Yutang didn’t cultivate the internal energy technique of the Ice Palm, but instead directly learned the combat techniques she had learned in the previous world.
This was the quickest way to learn self-defense.
She didn’t want to die before the murderer was found.
Then there would be no room for maneuver.
After practicing once, Bei Yutang felt sore and exhausted all over.
This was the original owner’s body, which wasn’t used to exercise and couldn’t adapt to high-intensity training.
Time was of the essence. She couldn’t complain about being tired; she could only grit her teeth and persevere.
After practicing three times, she reached the limit of her body.
Bei Yutang was so tired that she sat down on the ground, unable to move. As she sat down, her eyelids drooped unconsciously, and a drowsy feeling spread through her entire body.
With a thud, Bei Yutang’s head tilted to the side, and she collapsed to the ground.
In the dead of night, a piercing scream shattered the silence from the second floor. Lights came on, doors opened, and people emerged from their rooms.
Li Mengmeng rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked at Dr. Zhang, who had just come out of the room.
“What happened?”
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