Be a heartthrob in a world of horror

[Sylvie's favorability +40, current favorability: 40. 】

Shi Zishu stood in the dark of the room, watched Sylvie open the door and went out, and followed him out of the room, but turned to another direction halfway, walked out of the mansion, and walked towards the nearest cemetery .

The situation was even smoother than he expected, but just a face-to-face meeting with Sylvie gave him 40 favorability points. This should be because it is related to Sylvie's subconscious mind, which will be affected by the body, so the favorability is just will rise faster.

But also because this space is the subconscious, the Sylvie here is separated from the main body, and the favorability needs to be accumulated again.

There is not much time left for him.Not only the time limit of the task, but also after seeing the date, he found that this half month was still the last half month of Sylvie's life, and in more than ten days, he would die of a serious illness.

The further you go, the slower the accumulation of favorability will be, and even the last few points will be extremely difficult, but in any case, in the remaining twelve days, he must increase Sylvie's favorability to 100, otherwise he will be reduced to For Sylvie's funeral.

In the silent cemetery, Shi Zishu plucked a light blue flower.The night sky was full of dark clouds, almost covering the entire moon, only a little moonlight slanted down, half of his body was in the shadow, half was illuminated by the moonlight, showing an extremely strange scene.

Only the part of his body illuminated by the moonlight was visible, as if he had been torn apart alive in the middle, leaving only half of his body.

Shi Zishu hooked the corners of his lips, not surprised by this.During these three days, he has conducted various tests on his state. He does not need to eat; he can appear under the moonlight; The distance of the park is already the limit, and if you go any further, you will be plunged into darkness.

Like the living dead.

He returned to the mansion with the dead man's flower, and put the flower in front of the window of Sylvie's bedroom, but took care to avoid places with moonlight, so that no one could see him.Because he knows Sylvie's temperament, only when it makes him feel worried about gains and losses, and creates a sense of tension and fear, will he really care about it urgently.

So even though the time was tight, for the next four days, he seemed to have evaporated from the world, and he never appeared in front of Sylvie.

"Still haven't found him? You... cough, cough cough..."

Sylvie leaned on the sofa with a pale face, holding a glass of medicine, and coughed suddenly.He was already weak and sickly, and these days he contracted some kind of disease inexplicably, and the doctor didn't seem to be able to help him after seeing it.His body became weaker, and he could not even stand for a long time, but could only sit or lie down.

He coughed intermittently, his cheeks were stained with a faint blush due to his difficulty breathing, and tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, reflecting his beautiful young appearance, he was extremely endearing.

But no one would really feel pity for him. The priests and nuns sitting in front of him all lowered their heads tremblingly to avoid his too frightening gaze.

Finally, a priest spoke under pressure: "I am very sorry, Master Sylvie, please forgive us. We have tried our best, but we can only see that there are indeed traces of ghost activities in the mansion. As for the ghost you are looking for Where, we did—"

"Oh!"

The cup was slammed on the ground by Sylvie, and it was broken into countless pieces. The black concoction soaked into the carpet, staining a dark stain.His chest was heaving violently, it was difficult to see clearly when he lowered his head, he was grabbing the armrest of the seat, and there were a few scratches forcibly scratched by his round nails.

The priest and the nuns were all terrified. They were all people who were paid by Sylvie to help him smuggle the corpse. They were in cahoots with him. Naturally, they knew how terrifying Sylvie was when he got angry, and they hurriedly left here as if fleeing for their lives.

Sylvie's shoulders trembled slightly, and she coughed fiercely again.He covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and when he took it off, he saw blood foam on it. He clenched his fingers and rolled the handkerchief into a ball, then threw it aside.

He had suffered from many illnesses before, but none of them were as serious as this time. What's worse, the doctors couldn't even find out the cause this time...

"Tell me, am I going to die?"

The blond boy leaned tiredly on the backrest, slowly closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered, and his expression was rare and fragile, which was really pitiful.

After the ghost disappeared that day, he asked the clergy to help him find it, hoping to shorten the distance between him and the ghost, or to communicate with him, but the ghost disappeared completely, and he didn’t even receive any flowers in the past four days. .

...Could it be that his act of asking someone to find him privately made him angry?

Sylvie murmured, "Could it be that I can only see you again after I die? Then tell me, when will my death be, and will I become a ghost like you?"

At this moment, there was a "squeak", and the door opened. He thought it was the priests who had gone and returned, and immediately restrained the expression on his face, opened his eyes and looked at the door coldly: "Aren't you leaving?"

But there was no one at the door, only a breeze blew in.

Sylvie was stunned, her eyes shifted downwards, and she saw a blue flower on the floor.He opened his eyes slightly, stood up from the chair and walked over with difficulty, picked up the flower and looked at it, then quickly raised his head, looking expectantly: "Did you come? Where are you?"

He stood at the door and waited for a while, but he didn't see anyone. He was feeling lost, but when he turned around, he saw a ghost in front of the window. The young man stood quietly, his complexion was pale and transparent, and he looked so cold under the moonlight. Those glass-like pupils were full of luster, but they were a hundred times more dazzling than the moonlight.

"You finally came to see me..."

Sylvie showed a happy expression, and quickly walked towards the ghost, and stopped at a position a little further away, because he was worried that if the distance was too close, the sensitive ghost would escape again.

"My name is Sylvie, what's your name?"

He suppressed the excitement in his heart, and asked the ghost a little nervously, not sure if his question would offend the other party.If other people saw his expression, they would definitely be terrified, because this young master is a devil with an angelic face, and how often has he shown this youthful appearance.

"..."

The ghost boy didn't answer Sylvie's question, just blinked his eyes slowly and looked at him.

Sylvie didn't know what he was thinking, and didn't act rashly. He just thought that the ghost seemed to be more afraid of people, so he wouldn't let him get close to him, and as long as there were other people, he would definitely not appear.

So does that mean he's special?

Sylvie's heart was extremely sweet, and she couldn't help showing a smile, with a faint blush on her face.

The ghost will not escape in front of him, on the contrary, it will take the initiative to find him, and even send him flowers. Yes, it must be because the priest and nun he brought frightened the ghost, so it has not appeared these days. want to see him alone...

"I-cough-cough..."

As Sylvie said, he coughed up a little more foam, but he didn't care about that much, he still stood stubbornly in front of the ghost and said, "I didn't find those priests to destroy you, I just... want to find you , want to be friends with you, if you don't like it, I will never find them again."

He cautiously took half a step towards the boy, trying to draw the distance between them a little closer.The boy still looked at him quietly, without making a sound to stop him.

Just when Sylvie thought he could get close to the young man, the door of the room was suddenly knocked open, and a young priest rushed in recklessly, and said excitedly, "Master, I thought of finding a way to find the ghost." -"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was kicked in the stomach severely by the people in the room.The priest hugged his stomach, rolling back and forth on the ground in pain, not understanding why Sylvie suddenly turned his face.

Sylvie stepped on his face and kept grinding it with the sole of his shoe. Amidst the young priest's mournful wailing, blood kept oozing from the sole of the shoe.

"You scared him away again..."

The blond boy's expression was extremely gloomy, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he was as terrifying as an evil ghost: "You scared him away again!!" He panted violently, stretched out his hand to summon two servants, and asked them to drag the priest away, "Take him away!" He sent him to the dungeon to feed the fish."

The servants all knew that Sylvie kept a pond of piranhas in the dungeon, which was specially used to dispose of dead bodies, but now that the people were not dead, they were going to be thrown there. The dying priest was about to leave.

Sylvie was watching coldly, but suddenly his figure shook, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground with a pale face.

The two servants turned pale with fright, rushed over to help him up, and kept shouting, "Master? Master Sylvie!"

Sylvie's condition deteriorated rapidly.

He had a persistent high fever and was vomiting blood all the time. He lost weight rapidly and was too weak to get out of bed. He often fell into a coma for a long time while lying on the bed, and his waking hours were only a handful.

The Countess sat by his bed all day and wept bitterly. The Count had driven away batch after batch of doctors because they could not cure their beloved young son, and even at this point, they still could not explain the cause what is it.

Only one doctor said uncertainly. He had treated a patient who seemed to have the same symptoms some time ago. The family of the patient brought in a witch doctor to make the patient persist for a while, but the patient died of illness in the end.

After hearing this, the count refused to give up anyway, and asked the doctor to name the patient.After hearing the patient's name, the face of a servant standing by the side changed drastically. The Earl noticed that he faltered and faltered after asking all kinds of questions.

"The young master bribed the priests of the church and asked them to smuggle the corpses back. The young master will, will open up those corpses... one of them is called by this name... so it is very possible, very likely that his disease was transmitted to the Young master, recently there have been rumors among the servants that there is a ghost haunting the mansion, maybe this person is taking revenge on the young master."

After hearing this, the Earl felt like a thunderstorm, and the lady even fainted on the spot.They never knew that the cutest and purest little son in their hearts was actually doing such outrageous acts behind their backs... Could this be retribution?

However, no matter how many evil things Sylvie did, he was still their beloved son who had loved him for so many years, and they would save him no matter what.However, another thing happened that they didn't expect: After Sylvie woke up, she asked them all to go out.

"...leave me alone, Mother."

Sylvie leaned against the cushion at the head of the bed with a complexion like snow, and said to the countess in a very soft voice: "Since you all already know, you don't have to worry about me anymore. Apart from you and my father, I am dead." ...others will probably just be happy."

"No... Syl..."

The countess shook her head lightly and kept crying, Sylvie smiled and closed her eyes again, as if she was about to fall asleep at any moment.

"Please, I want to be alone."

A person like him may not even have a soul after death, so his only wish is... let him see that ghost again before he dies.