Crossing the Passenger Sacrifice

She looked closely and found that the pattern on the small tripod seemed to have changed, and was different from what she saw when she first came in.

No, it's not different.

The pattern is still the same pattern.

Just the direction changed!

The eye-like pattern was originally facing the main entrance, but now it was facing Li Huoyue directly, as if it had slightly tilted its "head".

At the same time, the fake Liang King, who had only faint breathing sounds, suddenly woke up slowly and asked vaguely from behind the screen: "...Who is it?"

Li Huoyue decided to leave immediately.

The fake King of Liang woke up at a very coincidental time, and even the secret guards didn't notice anyone entering the house. He immediately asked who had come in.

As soon as he moved slightly, the fake King of Liang suddenly woke up as if he had been slapped, "Oh - is it Li Huoyue?"

He first used a question, then said with self-assurance: "It's you, Li Huoyue."

Li Huoyue didn't say anything, but he didn't leave either. His eyes moved between the small tripod on the incense table and the faint figure behind the screen.

"Why didn't you go to Prince Li's mansion tonight?"

Hearing this, Li Huoyue felt that the other party was not blaming or questioning him, but was simply curious.

King Li?

It’s King Li again.

Li Huoyue didn't reply, and the other end continued to talk to himself: "You came to me to take me away."

The entire side courtyard was extremely quiet at this moment, as if no one was there.

Feeling this strange atmosphere again, this time Li Huoyue keenly noticed something.

"No problem, take me away, but I need to put on some clothes first. It's still raining in the outer city and it's very cold."

The fake King Liang was too proactive. He didn't just talk, but actually got out of bed and started looking for clothes.

Amidst the rustling sounds, the fake Prince of Liang muttered, "It's quite novel. This is my first time visiting your Li Mansion like this. But going at night means there won't be anyone here, so the fun is half gone..."

He is nagging and talks a lot, and is indeed very similar to King Liang, but his attitude is quite different.

The King of Liang talks a lot, but only when he expresses his sense of superiority, while the fake King of Liang talks a lot, but mostly when he narrates things in a plain and straightforward manner without much bias. It seems that if there is really no one to talk to him, he will also talk about it in his heart for a long time.

In Li Huoyue's eyes, neither the suddenly rotating incense burner nor the portraits all over the room were as weird as the words of the fake King of Liang.

Especially the fake King of Liang's attitude, as if the two had known each other for many years. This time when he met Li Huoyue coming to him late at night, he was helpless but reluctantly agreed because of their many years of friendship.

Deja vu.

The same situation as Sang Fuqing.

Li Huoyue's memory had no gaps, and she had never fallen into the water or suffered a serious illness. She knew clearly that she did not know these two people before.

She glanced at the portrait again. Was she spying secretly?

That doesn't apply to Sang Fuqing's situation.

Moreover, this is a natural attitude towards others, which cannot be formed unilaterally without a long period of getting along with each other.

The "eyes" on the incense burner were still looking at her. She looked at the "eyes" of the incense burner for two seconds, and her body began to feel a chill involuntarily.

Li Huoyue felt a lump in her throat and gritted her teeth to suppress the urge to shiver. Since he dared to show a familiar attitude in front of her, don't blame her for taking the risk.

After adjusting her state, she controlled her body to relax and said:

"It's really cold. Pick one I like and give me one too."

Li Huoyue's words came to mind on the spur of the moment, but he also carefully considered the wording.

She first spoke to affirm the fake King of Liang's words. While expressing her "coldness", she was more trying to make sure that the fake King of Liang could hear her. Otherwise, if she finally said something and the other party hadn't heard it clearly, when she said it again, the momentum and atmosphere would definitely not be as good as the first time.

After making sure that the fake King Liang heard her, she started with the tentative sentence "Pick the one I like". In fact, there was only this one key point in the whole sentence.

Choosing clothes would be difficult if you were really familiar with her.

The problem is that Li Huoyue seldom expresses her preferences. She thinks everything is similar, as long as she doesn't particularly dislike it. What's more troublesome is that she is not completely without preferences. It all depends on luck. She will only know when she meets someone.

The last sentence, "Give me one too," is a test of the other party's attitude towards the treatment.

Although the fake King of Liang is fake, he is still half a prince after all. It is not appropriate to express a request by starting with "give".

After setting the trap, Li Huoyue quietly waited for the other party's reaction.

The air in the room seemed stagnant, and the fragrance became thick and stuffy. Li Huoyue had difficulty breathing. He clenched his fists and stared at the unclear shadow behind the screen.

After hearing what Li Huoyue said, the other party became so stiff as if someone was holding a gun to his back, and did not dare to make any big movements except breathing.

After pausing for two seconds, he spoke tremblingly and asked, "You, how come you have memories?!"

Li Huoyue's whole body trembled, and he had the illusion that he was looking at the other person from a distance. It seemed as if their eyes were meeting, and both of them were startled as if they were struck by lightning of thought.

She had the answer.

What came faster than ecstasy was the vibration of the small tripod on the incense table.

Without any external force, the small tripod began to buzz on the table by itself. The amplitude was very small, but the frequency was high, as if an electric motor was running underneath.

Li Huoyue heard a faint gasp behind the screen, and a subtle "oops".

The incense table also began to tremble, shaking the objects on it into pieces, and the clanging sound was as continuous as boiling water.

Li Huoyue immediately looked up at the miniature tree enshrined on the shrine. The incense table is used to place offerings. No matter what is placed on it, it ultimately only serves the shrine.

The candles fell to the ground, and one of them went out, causing the light in the entire room to plummet. Li Huoyue looked around very hard. In the dim light, she wanted to know if she had seen it wrongly.

Why does it feel like the branches of this small tree have become much longer?

That uncomfortable feeling came again and began to grow wildly. Waves of chills clung and stuck to her as if they were materializing. Li Huoyue was almost driven crazy by this feeling and didn't even hear the fake King of Liang telling her to run away.

At this time, she no longer cared about her emotions, loosened her lips and took a deep breath. Based on her own ideas, she raised her legs and walked forward a few steps.

"Eh?! No, where are you going?!" The fake King of Liang was so anxious that he only put on a cloak and trotted out, intending to give Li Huoyue a warning.

Li Huoyue had no intention of paying any attention to him, and didn't want to say anything more at this moment.

With the fake King of Liang's timely "witness", she picked up the small tripod on the incense table and jumped lightly.

…The desktop actually stopped vibrating.