Chapter 983: Tangled Blood Pact (1)

After returning the camera photos to Luo Yinghao and Lan Yaya, Yang Zimei returned to his room and was about to sit down. There was a knock on the door by Zhenzi, "Master, I'm in."
"Ok."
At this time, Yang Zimei didn't want to be disturbed, but was curious about what exactly Zhanzi was looking for her, so she let her in.
Sadako pushed in and came in. She had always been accustomed to loosening her hair or curling her hair. She even pierced her tall horsetail like Yang Zimei, overflowing with a touch of youth.
"the host--"
Sadako walked in a little briskly, "I want to take my picture."
"Sadako, you don't look like me at all, but the photos you take are so. What do you think?"
Yang Zimei picked out those photos of Zhenzi, placed them on the table one by one, and asked Zhenzi.
Sadako took the photos in her hand with a smile, and looked carefully, "No view, the slave is like the master, that is a matter of justice."
"Sadako--"
Yang Zimei looked at her, "But I don't really want you to be like me. I am unique to me and you are unique to Chastity."
"The master is always unique. Even if she looks like the master, she will not replace the master. Please rest assured."
Sadako said earnestly.
Hearing this, Yang Zimei's heart sank.
That's right, Sadako looks more and more like herself. In the end, will she be bitten by her and replaced by her?
And finally became a living dead?
Thinking of this, an awful cold rose up, causing her goosebumps to burst suddenly, and her heart became more and more disturbed.
She only left a photo of Sadako, asked her to leave, and then turned to Xiao Qian's room.
Xiaoqian has become drowsy since that disappearance, and spends a lot of time sleeping in bed every day.
Yang Zimei came in and shoved him.
"Sister, aren't you going to accompany Brother Tian? Why are you still here with me?" Xiao Qian rubbed his eyes and asked.
"He's back to the United States again, Xiao Qian, look at this picture—"
Yang Zimei showed Xiao Qian the picture of Zhen Zi.
"Sister, when did you wear Sadako's maid clothes? Oh, it looks a bit like Sadako."
Xiao Qian smiled.
"Xiao Qian--"
Yang Zimei's expression was dignified. "This is not a picture of me, but a picture of Sadako. Just now Luo Yinghao took it to Sadako and took it out, but found that it looks like me. This is too weird."
"Sadako?"
Xiao Qian looked at the photo carefully and nodded, "Yes, your forehead is a bit cinnabar red. Why isn't this photo? Why is her photo like you? Sadako looks better than you."
Yang Zimei rolled his eyes, then said in a depressed mood, "Xiao Qian, I'm afraid she will eat the Lord in the end, replacing me, and I will become a living dead with no thought."
When Xiao Qian heard it, she also withdrew her laughter, and her tender face became serious. "Your worry is not unreasonable. This strange existence of Sadako is inherently insecure."
"Xiao Qian, I really want to break the contract with her. I don't want her to follow me anymore. You think about it, what kind of spells can there be."
Yang Zimei knew that although Xiao Qian had lost his previous memory, he seemed to have some special abilities, and he was also familiar with many magic spell grammar, such as stealth.
"I try hard to think about it. However, in my knowledge, once a blood drop contract is made, it can never be lifted."
Xiao Qian frowned.