After I traveled through the book, I became an NPC in a horror novel

Three of the six players have been killed, one had his heart and lungs ripped out, one was stewed in a cauldron, and the remaining one is probably the one who was swallowed by the earl.

After sorting out the situation, Yang Guang sighed deeply, hoping that the remaining three players could lend some support and stop sending food to the Earl.

At this time, the three-person team was looking for holy water.

Short-haired girl: "Where else have we not visited? Master Cyril's bedroom? This man was treated so cruelly by his father. Could it be that the holy water is in his room? We have never been into his bedroom once."

Man in Jacket: "There might be a secret room. Let's take a closer look. We don't know if the young master is in that bedroom. If we confront him, we're not sure we can escape unscathed. To be on the safe side, let's put his bedroom at the end!"

Xiao Ke: "Maybe this person is dating the maid named Carol."

Short-haired girl: “…”

Man in Jacket: “…”

Short hair: "No way, this guy is so love-brained that he has been turned into a monster by his father, and he still wants to date a maid?"

Xiao Ke: "It's hard to say. From what the maid said, this young master is quite fond of her."

This conversation was sent to Yang Guang's mind intact, and after receiving it, Yang Guang immediately returned to Cyril's room and pushed the door open. Cyril was still sitting there without moving, and he raised his head happily when he heard the voice.

Cyril: "Dear, how come you came back so soon?"

Yang Guang: "Let's go on a date."

Cyrillic:"?"

Cyril: "Now?"

Cyril: "Dear, do you want to date me in this atmosphere?"

Yang Guang: ...What is this man pretending to be?

Yang Guang: "Is the holy water that group of people are talking about in your room?"

Cyril pretended to understand Yang Guang's intentions and said, "Oh, so you want me to go out on a date with you, and then let those guests come to my room and search my room, right?"

Yang Guang clenched his fists, and pulled Cyril out of the room. Cyril obediently let Yang Guang hold his hand, and the two quickly ran out of the room and came to the first floor hall.

After arriving at the place, Yang Guang let go of Cyril's hand, crossed his legs and left Cyril alone, while he stood aside and watched idly.

Cyrillic:?

Cyril: "You brought me here just to stand there?"

Yang Guang was puzzled and said, "What else? Do you really want to date in this environment? I didn't realize you are such a heavy-handed person!"

As he spoke, he smiled and patted Cyril's shoulder.

Cyril pinched his temple helplessly, not understanding why this man had so many ideas when he was seducing him, but now he couldn't come up with anything.

So Cyril held Yang Guang's hand with one hand and put the other hand around Yang Guang's waist. The two stood face to face and struck a ballroom dance posture.

Yang Guang:?

Yang Guang: "What are you doing?"

Cyril explained: "When I was a child, this was where my father and mother held banquets. Whenever the banquet music sounded, many men and women would dance here. I also learned this dance when I was a child, but I was too young and had no dance partner. When I grew up, I no longer had banquets."

Yang Guang: "? So you want me to dance with you? But I can't."

Cyril: "It doesn't matter. Just follow my steps. If I retreat, you advance. If I advance, you retreat."

Yang Guang looked at Cyril's miserable face and decided to put up with him a little and spend some time with Cyril.

Under Cyril's gentle guidance, Yang Guang followed Cyril's steps and danced. Although he would step on Cyril's feet from time to time and make some mistakes, he gradually became familiar with it and figured out some tricks.

Yang Guang: “It’s pretty simple.”

Cyril smiled slightly, loosened his arms around Yang Guang, let him spin around, then turned him back into his arms and held his favorite waist again.

The two of them danced slowly under the dim moonlight, the hems of their empire skirts swaying gracefully like fish tails. The atmosphere between the two of them that did not allow anyone else to interfere, coupled with the shabby, dirty, and bloody environment of the hall, made it seem absurd yet gorgeous.

Man in Jacket: "Who are these two?"

Short-haired girl: "The young master of the castle and the maid named Carol..."

Man in Jacket: "What are they doing?"

Xiao Ke: "They are ballroom dancing, just dating and flirting."

Man in Jacket: "There's no need to explain it so clearly..."

Short-haired girl: "I didn't expect that the young master of this castle is also a love-brained person."

Man in Jacket: “…”

Man in Jacket: "Stop! Take this opportunity to go into his room and look for clues!"

After saying that, the three of them ran into Cyril's room stealthily.

Cyril joked, "Oh dear, I really don't want them to step into my room, after all, that's where we sleep together."

Yang Guang:?

Didn't I sleep there all night? And I slept on the sofa.

Yang Guang: "I don't think that the behavior of you sleeping on the bed and me sleeping on the sofa can be called 'sleeping together'. At least we should sleep in the same bed, right?"

Cyril: "I'm sorry, dear, I made you feel wronged. I shouldn't have let you sleep on the sofa because I was afraid of scaring you. I really want to lie on the soft and comfortable big bed with you and tell you stories about my childhood."

Yang Guang: “?”

Yang Guang: "You want to tell me a horror movie before bed?"

Cyril's smiling mouth froze, and he pulled Yang Guang into his arms angrily: "What should we do? What do you want to hear? Snow White? Or Sleeping Beauty?"

Yang Guang felt Cyril's somewhat depressed movements, leaned forward and gave Cyril a gentle kiss, then said: "I want to tell you a story, a story that you didn't get to hear when you were a child."

Hearing the love words, Cyril's pale ears seemed to heat up and turned a little pink. He opened his mouth but didn't know how to respond. After all, no one had ever said love words to him before. He could only continue dancing with Yang Guang.

Yang Guang couldn't stop laughing, but he was afraid of angering Cyril again, so he held back his smile and danced with him.

The two of them just kept dancing in the hall...

Yang Guang: Why isn’t it healed yet?

The three-person team searched the bathroom and finally found something that looked like holy water. Each of them took a pot.

Xiao Ke: “…Is this reliable?”

Looking at the bathtub faucet, which was blood-red at first but then slowly turned clear, Xiaoke asked with a grim face.

The short-haired girl and the man in the windbreaker also had ferocious expressions on their faces.

After a while, the man in the jacket said, "The game won't leave us a dead end. If it tells us that holy water must exist, then there is. Our only activity area is the castle, so the holy water must be in the castle. This is the only place in the underground castle with clear water, so it's likely to be there!"

After hearing the analysis, Xiao Ke looked at the "holy water" they put in the teapot with suspicion.

Xiao Ke: "Should we leave quickly?"

Man in Jacket: "Retreat!"

After saying that, the three of them left Cyril's room in a stealthy manner.