CHAPTER 790: CHAPTER 490: DAISY DIAGRAM, MISSING!

Sui Yi touched his nose and said, "I just released some Sword Qi... It must have gone through the wall, and just so happened to... aim at it."

Fatty Gao: "...."

F*ck! Am I that unlucky?

"You released Sword Qi? Are you also... you know?" Cao Ling’s expression was a bit odd.

Sui Yi walked over, pulled the Demon Que out of the wall, flicked the Demon Que Sword Edge, and Ye Zixu’s weapon returned, sticking into the ground beside him.

"Had a nightmare, saw hallucinations..." Sui Yi pointed at Ye Zixu and himself, "Both he and I are the same, didn’t it happen to you?"

Cao Ling frowned, "I only had a... very unpleasant nightmare."

She looked at Cao Yu. The siblings were next to each other, wondering if Cao Yu had experienced it...

Cao Yu had an odd expression, but it was only a momentary change, "No."

"No?" Cao Ling asked back, "Big brother, do you realize that every time you’ve lied since you were little, you look especially serious... Really, none at all?"

Cao Yu glanced at her and said indifferently, "My dream wasn’t a nightmare."

"If it’s not a nightmare, could it be a wet dream?" Ming Lanyuan, who was further down the row, walked in yawning seamlessly with a casual remark, and then everyone saw the always composed and distinguished Young Master Cao’s expression...

"Damn, did I guess right?! Cao Ling shouted!

Cao Yu’s face darkened... He really wanted to shove this sister back into their mother’s belly!

Ming Lanyuan: "...."

What are you all looking at me for! It’s none of my business!

Keep it serious, keep it serious, we’re dealing with this eerie situation right now!

Zhong Lang was the most serious, "Technically, we are all Chinese, so we can be considered to be from the same lineage."

Some people looked towards Losar and Xiluo.

"A Chinese son-in-law and his relatives count as well."

The Duke expressed satisfaction with this identity code.

My wife, aha!

"Now, it seems that we are more or less the same, all have dreamt, some nightmares, others different dreams, but all exceptionally vivid... Yet, only Mr. Ye acted upon his dream."

Having nightmares is still okay, the scary thing is being controlled into madness.

For now, only Ye Zixu was affected, but Sui Yi’s condition seemed rather serious.

Besides, the most significant problem was that these two were already among the highest level in terms of strength in their group, especially Sui Yi.

Even she was hallucinated~

Everyone shuddered at the thought.

The thought of attacking his own wife like a madman made Losar feel terrible all over.

"This ancient castle is quite malevolent; those murals look highly unusual... Possessing such peculiar abilities, it’s either ghosts or the environment," Zhong Lang had just finished speaking when Sui Yi glanced around the living room and then moved into the bedroom...

"NO!" Fatty Gao rushed in...

But it was too late.

Sui Yi had already seen it.

A bed from before...

Oh my god! Cao Ling rolled her eyes at the sight, "I say, your tastes are quite intense, aren’t they?"

Red briefs, floral briefs are one thing, but undergarments printed with the Old Lady logo, not just one but eight or nine pairs!

Absolutely ridiculous!

Ming Lanyuan and Cao Ling, two domineering ladies, were far from stingy with their venomous tongue... Fatty Gao, with his buttocks still bleeding, watched as his health bar was about to deplete.

Sui Yi took down something.

A painting.

"This room has the same kind of picture as mine, and..."

As Sui Yi’s finger traced over the daisy, a yellow powder fell, revealing the blood-red background beneath.

"Daisy, daisy! Right, I remember now, I seemed to have seen this daisy bleed... Boss, did the daisies in your room bleed too?"

Sui Yi: "..."

Cao Ling: "If this were my subordinate, I would make him stay in this damned place and become fertilizer, the chopped-up kind."

Fatty Gao quickly quieted down.

The red background was disconcerting, and what was more alarming was Sui Yi’s acknowledgement of the illusion where the daisy bled.

Especially since Sui Yi extended her finger a bit further and said, "This powder is a hallucinogenic and highly toxic substance. Neither Zixu nor I were able to detect it. Do you have such paintings in your rooms?"

"Yes!"

"It seems so."

"The daisy picture."

Zhong Lang crossed his arms, "But why were you two especially affected? Could the poison powder beneath the daisy pictures in our rooms be heavier?"

"Do you have portraits in your rooms?"

"Portraits?"

Zhong Lang shook his head... everyone shook their heads.

"So, it’s only in your and their rooms?" Losar frowned.

What mystery lies between the daisy paintings and these portraits?

Ye Zixu had already brought over the portrait, placing it next to the daisy picture for everyone to see, "This person in the portrait looks very normal, nothing special... no toxic powder either."

Sui Yi looked at the portrait. It was a middle-aged woman with a warm smile, similar to the middle-aged man in her room, but he always felt that there was something strange about it.

After thinking for a moment, Sui Yi picked up the daisy picture, "Step back a little,"

The others, not knowing why, still stepped back. They saw Sui Yi flick his wrist, sending a slash of Demon Que Sword Qi across the painting, scraping off a layer of powder.

It revealed the red background underneath.

Fatty Gao went up for a closer look, and his face drastically changed with fright, his eyes rolled back, and he fell straight backward...

He looked extremely terrified, gasping for air, his body convulsing, as if he was in great pain.

The others, seeing this, were both astonished and wary, distancing themselves further from the daisy picture. Only Zhong Lang, Sui Yi, Cao Ling, and Ming Lanyuan stepped forward.

Looking at the picture, everyone’s expressions varied, but their breaths became unstable for a moment until Sui Yi’s sword sent the daisy picture flying, and people like Cao Qijun could see the split in the picture, clearly a woman.

A woman engulfed in flames, constantly distorting her face as if trying to break out of the frame... The red background was actually fire.

The sight was terrifying.

Cao Qijun, who had no real strength of her own, and Cao Yu were both not doing well at this point, the former’s body went weak and was caught by her husband, while the latter was... held by Ming Lanyuan by his collar, pressing against his temples.

"Snap out of it!"

Cao Yu had a bewildered and pained look in his eyes, so hot, so thirsty... Amidst the changing expressions, he suddenly stepped forward, leaned over his head...

And kissed Ming Lanyuan on the lips.

At that moment, all fear seemed to cease with their kiss.

Fatty Gao: Fuck! Why is it that everyone affected has such good luck!

Cao Ling: Brother, it seems I have still underestimated you~

Cao Qijun: As expected of a member of the Cao Family, even in such an unfavorable situation, he knows how to seize the greatest benefit~

Zhong Lang: Fuck!

Slap!

Ming Lanyuan’s slap broke the mood once again.

From horror to romance, then back to reality, it was but a matter of a kiss and a slap.

The air went quiet.

Young Master Cao, who had been slapped for the first time in his life, shook his head and steadied himself against the wall behind him. After a moment, he said, "Sorry, I... I apologize."

Ming Lanyuan still felt screwed over, how could this normally elegant gentleman be face-changing so frequently.

After the overbearing CEO falls in love with me, it’s the overbearing CEO forcefully kissing me, and then it’s "I’m sorry" from the gentle CEO~

How can I slap that genteel handsome face, now marked with a red palm print, a second time!

Ming Lanyuan’s expression changed a few times, but eventually, she calmed down and twisted her wrist with a coquettish smile, "Young Master Cao, you’d better not say ’sorry’ to a woman. Otherwise, it has about the same effect as pulling up your pants after the deed and saying ’sorry, I didn’t mean to’..."

This woman can hardly be considered a modest and fresh romance writer—more like a forensic pathologist with a bold and assertive style. Just hearing her made the aunts and sisters of the Cao Family anxious.

Fortunately, their nephew and brother were not lacking in intelligence or emotional quotient. Squinting their eyes, they responded, "Shall we do it again?"

Zhong Lang: Say that again!

Many people felt that the Zhong family siblings... had a bit of a tragic fate.

Always carrying the trait of "the one I love doesn’t love me."

"Everyone, everyone..." Fatty Gao finally couldn’t help but weakly call out, "Can someone help bandage me first~ I’m bleeding out here~"

Oh~ I forgot about this injured man.

Ming Lanyuan walked over, flicked her wrist, and a two-centimeter-long silver needle popped out, "Off with the pants!"

Fatty Gao: "...."

"There’s something wrong with these paintings. If someone from the castle didn’t arrange this, how could it be like this... That Grand Prince of Yale has ill-intentions!"

The majority confirmed this, hence everyone was on guard. Yale was a super noble capable of standing on the same level as Natasha, and although his strength was unknown, Sui Yi and the others didn’t dare to treat him as an ordinary person. They were on his territory, and that placed them at a disadvantage from the start.

"Did you notice something?" asked Xiluo, who had been quiet until now.

"What?"

"Your people, a few are missing."

Yi Chilian! Yue Beiqing!

That was Zhong Lang and Ming Lanyuan’s realization!

And on Sui Yi’s side...

"Yi.."

Earlier, Yi was supposed to be in this row, but now she was nowhere to be found, just like Yi Chilian and the others.

Their disappearance instantly filled everyone present with a sense of unease and the stench of terror.

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Meanwhile, Fatty Gao and others did not stay in their original rooms, instead, they went to the Duke and Duchess’s place. The main reason was that Sui Yi and Fatty Gao’s rooms still had toxic powder residue, and obviously, the Duke and Duchess’s would have less of that, and lack the terrifying portraits.

Sui Yi and the others split up into two groups to head to Yi Chilian’s room, Yi’s room, and Yue Beiqing’s room.

Sui Yi and Ye Zixu came to Yi’s nearest room. The furnishings hadn’t changed much, and there was no sign of any extra traces, as if the person had never stayed in the room.

"No portraits," said Ye Zixu.

Entering the master bedroom, Sui Yi saw that the daisy picture on the wall had disappeared.

Huh? There’s nothing in this room?

Sui Yi glanced at the neatly folded bedding on the bed, then suddenly took a stride to the trash can.

Inside were the shredded daisy picture and portrait.

"It was Yi’s doing," Ye Zixu bent down to check the cut edge of the frame of the paintings. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation vote or monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)