NABC Chapter 295 If only I had money
Chapter 295 If only I had money
Good heavens!!! Whose good NPC has their head twisted 360 degrees like this?! This is pure weirdness!
"..."
Liu Yao rolled her eyes as she was covered, but through her blurry tears, she still managed to see the head of the old housekeeper who was slowly closing the door not far away.
Her dizzy, fearful mind instantly cleared, and her limbs went weak.
...If Wang Han hadn't covered her mouth in time, wouldn't the housekeeper have come looking for her directly?
Click.
That's the sound of the villa's front door being locked.
At the same time, the strange, twisted white figure outside the door seemed to have not stopped its pursuit and crashed directly into the door with a "bang".
The violent impact shook the villa gate for quite a while before it slowly returned to calm—what a joke.
Soon, a sound similar to fingernails scratching the door came from outside the villa gate—a rustling, sharp sound that sent shivers down one's spine.
Liu Yao's already precarious mental state became even more unstable.
That thing outside the door, it hasn't left yet!
The old housekeeper acted as if she hadn't heard anything, slowly checking whether the door was locked.
Wang Han expressed his doubts about this.
Because the old housekeeper's head hadn't been turned back yet, her inspection was completely blind. Could she really inspect it thoroughly?
Confused and bewildered thoughts churned within Wang Han's mind, and he could only ponder them on his own, daring not to question the butler's act of closing the door.
It's not like he's tired of living... Wang Hanke was still thinking of proposing to his girlfriend, his unreliable gardener girlfriend, after they left the Dawn game, and having a child together to live a happy and peaceful life...
"Time is up."
Once she was sure the villa gate was closed, the elderly housekeeper slowly turned her head—or rather, turned her nearly aging body around.
To be honest, this scene is really scary. Anyone who sees an old man's head facing them while his body is slowly turning away from them would probably be terrified.
Fortunately, although the young couple seemed timid, they weren't so timid as to be scared out of their wits.
Liu Yao blinked and then patted Wang Han's hand that was covering her mouth.
Wang Han quickly let go of her hand, and breathed a sigh of relief after hurriedly confirming that his girlfriend hadn't been hurt by his covering.
Fortunately, he thought he had used too much force and had simply smothered Liu Yao until she fainted.
Liu Yao gasped for breath, struggling to her feet with her weak legs and arms. Wang Han behind her quickly got up as well and carefully helped her up.
The old housekeeper's health has now returned to normal.
She stood behind the villa gate and repeated the sentence.
"Time is up."
"guest."
Liu Yao suppressed her fear and turned her head, meeting Wang Han's gaze for a second before looking away.
At this moment, on the wall behind the living room sofa, which is covered with many valuable calligraphy and paintings, a luxurious and antique-style clock is quietly ticking.
Tick-tick-tick-
The bronze hour and minute hands on the clock are now one minute past nine.
From the moment they rushed into the villa and Liu Yao fell to the ground with Wang Han covering her mouth—it was exactly the same moment the old housekeeper had said, "The villa will be locked at nine o'clock sharp."
No wonder, no wonder the housekeeper closed the door.
At that moment, countless possibilities flashed through Liu Yao's mind.
There were images of her being unable to run and having her arm torn apart by a white figure outside the door; images of Wang Han being torn apart while trying to save her; and images of the two of them watching helplessly as the villa gate closed in front of them because they were too late…
The fear of possible death instantly filled Liu Yao's brain, causing her brain to become congested with blood, and her already weak legs trembled like noodles.
She's really brave, really! It's just that sometimes, this fear is truly uncontrollable...
The old housekeeper fell silent.
She lowered her head slightly and took out a stack of hundred-yuan bills from the side pocket of her apron, then gently shook them in front of Liu Yao and Wang Han.
The rustling sound of banknotes made the eyelids of the two men who had just stood up twitch simultaneously.
"I appreciate the guests' kind gesture," the elderly housekeeper said with a kind smile.
"I will cherish these tokens of my appreciation."
Liu Yao and Wang Han: "..."
Their hearts were pounding, their gazes occasionally lingering on the stack of banknotes, and they felt as if they were spending money to commit suicide.
"Good good."
Liu Yao quickly chimed in, "You spend, you spend. Well, we'll go upstairs to rest first. It's getting late, haha."
After two extremely dry laughs, Liu Yao tugged at her boyfriend with trembling hands, and he quickly nodded, snapping out of his daze.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Wang Han chimed in, “We also need to rest, after all, we have to attend a wedding tomorrow…”
After saying that, the two of them ran quickly towards the stairs, almost tripping several times along the way, but they didn't dare to look back even once.
Perhaps it was a sixth sense of danger, but Liu Yao and her companion felt that if they turned back now, they might very well die...
Thinking of this, Liu Yao wished she could slap herself twice.
Damn it! I didn't figure out any clues, but I was scared half to death—
Wait a minute, it wasn't a complete loss, was it?
Thinking of the distorted white figure in the flowerbed, Liu Yao's mind, which had just calmed down a bit, started to wander again.
Wang Han, who was trembling as he climbed the stairs: "..."
He suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and if he hadn't reacted quickly and grabbed the railing, he would have fallen down the stairs.
what happened?
Why does it feel like someone is "thinking about" him?
downstairs.
The old housekeeper stared at Liu Yao and her companion as they gradually disappeared around the corner on the second floor, her smile slowly fading.
The elderly woman always carried an inescapable air of fear. Under the dim light of the living room, half of the housekeeper's face was hidden in shadow, while the wrinkles and gray-brown age spots on the other half of her face were clearly visible.
"money……"
The old housekeeper murmured to herself as she slowly stuffed the money into her pocket, even patting her bulging apron pocket with a hint of unease.
"I'll have money... I'll be so happy when I have money..."
The old housekeeper lowered her head, and a strange, thick root with lush green leaves crawled out from her spine, breaking free of flesh and blood, little by little, like a snake, winding its way down her neck, pulling the tiny petals that covered the branches along with it.
Finally, it paused for several seconds in front of the old housekeeper's lower abdomen, then suddenly plunged it into her flesh.
puff!
The bright red blood gradually stained the white apron, like a perfect piece of white paper being stained and made filthy.
"As long as I have money... that's all that matters..."
The old housekeeper lowered her head and murmured.