Chapter 154:

Although he wanted to question, Yang Yue still managed to hold back. He has had a pure fear and defense against the ghosts in this mansion, and even if he said, the other party probably won't understand him - humans and ghosts, how can they understand each other? A "prank" completely divides an insurmountable gap between the two.
With a certainty, Yang Yue ignored the blame of the kitchen ghost on the clown, and took a deep breath: "Now, can you tell us something about this mansion?"
"Oh, of course, what do you want to ask?" The kitchen ghost did not violate the agreement.
"We want to know, how do we get out of here?" Yang Yue asked the question he most wanted to know.
"If you want to leave, you need permission from the owner of the house! If you don't have permission, you can't leave!" The answer to the kitchen ghost is also expected.
"So, where is the owner of the house? How can we find him?" Yang Yue continued to ask.
The kitchen ghost replied cheerfully: "On the third floor, the owner has been staying on the third floor. Although sometimes he will go down after a good mood, but who knows when his mood will be good?"
"The third floor?!" Yang Yue opened his eyes in surprise. "We have been here for a long time, and we have not seen the stairs to the third floor!"
"That's natural." The kitchen ghost answered indifferently. "In the past, there were always some new guys who didn't understand anything. They went to the third floor to disturb the owner's quiet, so the master would then go to the third floor. The stairs are closed!"
"... So how can we find the stairs to the third floor?" Yang Yue was somewhat desperate.
"I don't know about this." The ghost of the kitchen laughed, but then gave Yang Yue a glimmer of hope. "But the butler must know it. He sometimes goes to the owner to report downstairs!"

Housekeeper?
Yang Yue’s eyes lit up.
So, where are we going to find this housekeeper?


The butler is everywhere!
The ghost of the kitchen laughed.
He helped the owner to control the entire house. He can exist in every place. Who knows where he is?

Yang Yue closed his eyes. Although no specific clues were found, fortunately, they knew at least what to do next – find the housekeeper.
The words of the kitchen ghost were relayed to other people, and everyone agreed with Yang Yue’s thoughts, but the most important thing is...

When can we find that housekeeper?
Wen Jing’s girl asked weakly, with a bit of hysteria in her tone.
We can’t see it, the house is so big, how can we find it?! Fortunately, we can find it tomorrow. But maybe it will take a longer time - can we live until that day?!"

It’s been a whole day from yesterday to now...
The glasses boy licked his dry lips.
We haven’t eaten a whole thing and drank a drop of water all day, we can’t hold it down...

"So...the things here...we want to eat?" The girl was asked slowly.
For a time, everyone was silent.
After hesitating for a while, Yang Yue once again asked the ghost of the kitchen: "We are very thirsty and very hungry. Can we eat the things here? You know, we have learned the lesson and dare not touch the things here..."
"Oh! Of course!" The answer to the kitchen ghost is obviously a bit elated. "You can't just touch the things here, but the food is specially prepared for you. Didn't you see the word 'welcome'? Really sorry, you already Missed breakfast and lunch, they are delicious! But dinner has already prepared for you!"
Yang Yue: "........................"
- The ‘welcome’, is it really just a welcome sign? !
"I mean..." After all, it is very important. Yang Yue could not help but confirm it again. "Can we eat the food here? Is there any other side effect? ​​If you have to eat it, you must stay here. Or... will you eat bad stomachs?"
Although he did not participate in other people's discussions about meals in the morning, Yang Yue still remembered their words.
"What are you talking about?!" Unfortunately, Yang Yue’s words obviously angered the ghost in the kitchen. Its voice was so high that the surrounding kitchen utensils seemed to feel its anger, violently vibrating, and a knife Suddenly suspended in the air, the sharp blade pointed directly to Yang Yue and others, and it seemed that they could poke them into a horse's nest. "I am the chef here! Are you doubting my professional ethics?! It is unforgivable!"

Everyone was scared by the sudden fascination of the kitchen ghost. Unfortunately, Yang Yue, who stepped on the horse's nest, quickly apologized and appeased, and said a basket of good words, which finally managed to calm the anger of the kitchen ghost.
However, the ghost of the kitchen that had not been angered refused to continue talking with him. No matter what Yang Yue said, no reply was sent.
Yang Yue turned around helplessly, spread his hand to the unsettled people, and relayed the meaning of the kitchen ghost: "...so, it said these things, as for eating or not eating... everyone take their own ideas... ..."
Everyone hesitated, and the ghostly words of the kitchen seem to indicate that they can eat, and if they don't eat, they really don't know how long they can hold on. But...when you eat something here...is it really ok?
"...What is your decision?" The young girl looks at Yang Yue. "You are the only one who communicated directly with it. What is your judgment?"
Yang Yue struggled for a long while, finally stunned, went to the long table that had already set a good dinner, and opened the chair and sat down: "I eat."
Yang Yue’s decision suddenly made everyone else shake. Everyone went to the table and sat down, hesitating to pick up the knife and fork.
Yang Yue took the lead in cutting the steak in front of him, and his face was struggling to fork and put it to his lips. However, before he opened his mouth, the sea around him stopped his movement: "I will come first.

"A Hai?!" Yang Yue looked at Minghai in shock, and the subconscious wanted to stop, but the action of Minghai was particularly decisive, and quickly took the fork of Yang Yue's hand.
Minghai noodles chewed the steaks, then began to slowly solve the meals in front of him. Everyone looked at him with a sigh of relief. For a long time, he saw him always look the same, and then he tried to finally put the things in front of his mouth.
The food is indeed delicious, fully satisfying their hungry stomach, but no one is in the mood to enjoy these foods. Everyone is like eating poison. The medicine is trying to stuff things into the stomach, and it is hard to bear from time to time. Live vomiting.
- These things reminded them of the bad organs that flow out of the abdomen. If they can't stand hunger, they don't want to eat dinner at all.
The least eaten is embarrassing, because Xiao Yu’s people set him up to have absolutely no way to eat at this time. Filled with a few mouthfuls of grass, he put the knife and fork down, quickly opened the chair, forced to retching and ran to the side, away from the table.
Fortunately, although Zhao Yihe has always been pampered, but he is not very expensive, even if he does not eat for two or three days, it is no big deal for him - although he is now a personal class.
As a supporting role-player tailored by the creator, his desire is extremely low, but his endurance is extremely high. No matter how painful, he will not let him have the slightest negative emotion and shake his mind.
Seeing that he left, Yang Yue subconsciously wanted to keep up, but was held down by the sea. As the first person to start, Minghai had already eaten almost at the moment. He stood up and walked in the direction of his departure. Yang Yue saw his actions and decided to continue his efforts to stuff the unresolved dinner. .
The restaurant is quiet, some are just the sound of a knife and fork collision, as well as a whimper.
Minghai was born with ignorance. He was never a comfort to others. After he found it, he only confirmed his safety. He then stayed with him silently, like a silent wooden stake.
He sneaked a glimpse of Minghai, and his heart was particularly tangled. If Xiao Yu and his crushed person are so alone, how will they react? Trying to get close? But he doesn't want to attack the protagonist at all!
So repeatedly entangled, I did not take the lead in action, but just buried the head, a lost soul, absent-minded appearance. When Ming Hai saw him for a long while, he finally had some soft feelings and took the initiative to say: "You should eat more."
He flattered his head and quickly swept the sea, and lowered his head: "I... I know, but I can't eat it..."
Minghai was poor, hesitated for a moment, and finally he raised his hand and appease the head of the slap, and then he liked to comfort Yang Yue’s shoulders and let him lean on himself.
The whole person is a little stiff, like being placed on a steamer, and there is a faint pink color on the body. It is impossible for Xiao Yu to refuse the active approach of the secret love object...so...just so? But Zhao Weihe will not be on the sidelines?
Even if I can't see anything, I feel that Alexander is just like climbing a wall in front of my lover.
Fortunately, other people's eating is not slow, and soon, such a two-person world is broken.
After everyone left the restaurant, they all saw the Minghai and Xiao Yu, who were cuddling together. They all had a few surprises in their looks, and they turned their heads to Yang Yue.
Yang Yue was seen inexplicably and innocently looking back. At the same time, he ignored the subtlety of the heart when he saw the scene.
The relationship between Yang Yue and Ming Hai has always been close to the boundaries of friends. It has been a couple of people who have been ridiculed. However, they have not opened the shackles before, but they laughed.
Even if they have not been recognized by the parties, but the two will eventually be together, almost has become a consensus of the surrounding friends, and now, the two people who are inseparable are suddenly inserted horizontally. Into an original is invisible The same Xiao Yu of people makes everyone feel very different.
If it is normal, everyone is expected to ridicule and explore, but at this time, they obviously have no such interest, but only a few more eyes, they will be ignored and ignored.
- When life is threatened, no one will have the heart to gossip about the emotional world of others.
It’s already late, the spirit and the flesh. The physical fatigue makes it impossible for everyone to continue searching. They were clamoring for soft beds, and they couldn’t wait to sleep and forget the experience of the day.
Soon, everyone went to the second floor and then squatted in front of the room where they slept yesterday.
- The room here, can they continue to use it? If not allowed... The death of a bad boy swayed in front of him, causing everyone to subconsciously fight a chill.
"Wait, the three rooms are marked with symbols." Minghai's eyes are the sharpest, and immediately see the red and black marks on the door of the dark corridor.
"Three rooms... two people, just right." Yang Yue nodded.
"...I always feel that we are like animals being kept in this house." The glasses teenagers sneered. "They let us eat, let us sleep, maintain our minimum survival requirements, and then when they want, Kill us."
"Don't say it!" Wen Jing girl was interrupted. The healthy girl caressed her shoulders, and her face was sad and sad.
"... well, don't think too much, sleep. Keep up the spirit, you can do things tomorrow." Yang Yue whispered.
The two girls took the lead in choosing a room and walked in. The remaining four boys were on the corridor.
Yang Yue didn't look at the cockroaches with confidence, and Minghai's line of sight swam back and forth between the two. The glasses teenager helped the glasses, and some of them dryly said: "That... Xiao Yu? How about our house tonight?" ?"
He looked at Yang Yue, and swiftly swept Minghai, and hesitated and nodded.
Yang Yue subconsciously frowned.
Since coming to this mansion, Yang Yue has become more and more trusting in some unpredictable feelings in his heart.
First, I noticed the strangeness of the house, and then I foreboded that the things here could not be moved casually. Then came the difference before the death of a bad boy... He felt that there was something in the middle of guiding him, even though this guidance always came to somehow, but ultimately It always proves to be correct - he should follow this guide.
This time, the hunch told him what happened tonight, he needs to be with Xiao Yu.
"...I think, I will be with Xiao Yu tonight." Yang Yue slowly opened his mouth.
The glasses teenager was shocked, and the sea was also somewhat unexpected, but neither of them raised any objections. As for Xiao Yan’s obviously unwilling expression, it was completely ignored by everyone.
"How, look, you don't seem to want to be a house with me?" Yang Yue forced to push Xiao Yu into the room and raised his eyebrows.
"No, no..." Xiao Yu shook his head and shook his head. Then he lowered his head and tidyed up the bed. No matter how Yang Yue teased, he would not say a word.
Compared to the old and dusty bed last night, this time the bedding was soft and clean. Yang, the protagonist of his wife’s property, quickly cleared his bed, and then looked thoughtfully at the hard work, but he was so busy that he suddenly said: "Xiao Yu, you... Do you like Naruto?"
Although he has not yet opened up, Yang Yue and Ming Hai have been joking and being big since childhood, and they have a high acceptance of the relationship between men and men. Originally, Xiao Yu’s sense of existence was extremely low, and he did not pay attention at all. Now, once the sense of presence has come up and caused Yang’s attention, he immediately noticed Xiao Xiao’s strangeness in the face of Minghai.
After all, the reality of this child's watch is too obvious, and the green will not cover up at all. It is only the wood of Naruto that can't be felt.
When I heard the question of Yang Yue, Xiao Yu’s body shook, and the quilt that was originally in his hand fell to the ground.
"No! I - no!" Xiao Yu did not dare to go to see Yang Yue, and quickly bent over to smash the quilt, hurriedly retorted in the mouth, did not know that such a reaction is completely intended to cover.
Yang Yue sighed in his heart and looked at Xiao Yu, who was anxiously red-eared, but couldn't bear to force him again. He could only make a casual appearance and nodded. "Oh, that may be that I feel wrong, don't care. I just talk about it."
Xiao Yu was obviously relieved, and the tight body was relaxed. Some of them were soft and weak and climbed into the bed.
Yang Yue: "........................"
- It’s a poor little guy. I don’t know why, I always feel a little sour...
隋垣: "....................."
This protagonist who does not press the card is so scared to death!
The back of the squatting face of Yang Yue was lying on the bed, and there was a message of refusal to talk. Yang Yue turned off the light, and turned over the bed, obviously sleepy, but did not sleep at all.
For a while, it was a death of a bad boy. It was about the ghost in this mansion and the mansion. It was just like the sound of Minghai and Xiao Yu. Yang Yue simply tossed and turned. In the end, he could not bear it. Staying in the direction of Xiao Yu, open his eyes, but the next second is almost exclaimed.
The moonlight was shot through the window into the house, reflecting an ice-blue transparent ghost sitting sideways on the bed of Xiao Yu. The ghost dressed in a tuxedo with a thin frame, handsome and elegant facial features, slightly looking down at Xiao Yu's eyes tender and full of love and pity, a hand seems to be stroking his sleeping face.
Feeling Yang Yue's gaze, the ghost looked up at him, gently smirked a smile, raised his hand, extended his index finger against his lips, and made a "quiet" gesture.
Yang Yue sat up, shivered and spit out a breath, silently opening his mouth: "...who are you?"
The ghost smiled mysteriously, leaving him with a meaningful look, then leaned down, kissed Xiao Yu’s cheek, and then disappeared into the air in a flash.
"Wait--!!" Yang Yue screamed and screamed, but did not have time to retain the ghost, but awakened the asleep.
"...What's wrong?" He suddenly turned up and sat up, licking his still sleepy eyes, and looking at Yang Yue's eyes was full of pure doubts.
Yang Yue looked at you and his eyes were complicated.
隋垣: ".........???"
- It must be the way I get up! The protagonist’s eyes are so strange!
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