The real heiress is a fortune teller; her divinations are worth a fortune, and the whole internet is

"Just browsing."

"Where did all the servants in the castle go?" Huo Dongjun asked. "I've been looking around for so long and haven't seen a single one."

"I don't know, maybe they're having some kind of family meeting," Chang Xi casually remarked, secretly tracing the castle's route a few times.

"Look," Changxi walked to the window and looked towards the mountain behind the castle.

Everyone came over.

Lu Wenli exclaimed in surprise, "This is the forbidden area in the back mountain? It looks so ordinary, but the Goddess of Beauty is quite something."

Yan Feishuang suggested, "Let's go take a look."

"No, we're not familiar with this place. It would be bad if we were discovered because the forbidden area is guarded," Chang Xi refused the suggestion, not forgetting that their mission was for Charlie.

"Alright then," Yan Feishuang said, though she was curious about what was in the back mountain, she wasn't in a hurry. "We'll go take a look after we've dealt with this."

Sure enough, there were fewer people around dinner time.

"The cameramen who weren't here this morning haven't come out yet?"

"Excuse me, have you seen my colleague?" The female paparazzi grabbed a maid's wrist. The maid's hand was so cold it was almost inhuman, bone-chillingly cold.

The maid looked away. "I didn't see anything. It's dangerous here, especially at night. Anything could happen if you don't stay in your room."

The maid smiled, a sinister smile that sent chills down one's spine in the candlelight.

Why is this maid's smile giving me the creeps?

【Me too.】

Chang Xi sensed something was wrong and called to the others, "Let's go check his room."

No one was in the mood for food anymore, so they went up to the second-floor guest lounge and knocked on the door of the male paparazzi.

There has been no response.

Huo Dongjun waved his hand to disperse the crowd, then stepped forward and kicked the wooden door bolt off.

"Damn it!" Lu Wenli covered his mouth, determined to stay calm this time.

He's an entertainer, so he has to be mindful of his image.

[My God, a dried corpse!]

I'm throwing up first!

This person has been drained of blood!

Chang Xi stepped forward.

The man's flesh was withered and clung to his bones, his hands were folded on his lower abdomen, and a cross was placed on her chest.

Chang Xi groped through the dried corpse and found his own talisman, which had long since turned to ashes. He sighed and said, "He's a formidable character. I didn't even sense that the talisman had been burned."

Huo Dongjun took out a handkerchief and picked up the cross through the handkerchief.

"Is this the deceased's?" Huo Dongjun asked, holding up the cross.

The female camerawoman replied, "No, Jack is not a religious person."

"Where did it come from?" Chang Xi asked, resting her chin on her hand. The murderer not only killed someone but also gave them a gift?

"Do you know what the purpose of placing a cross on a corpse is in Western folklore?" Chang Xi asked Huo Dongjun in return.

Huo Dongjun thought about it carefully, "In Christianity, Jesus was crucified on the cross, which can be considered an instrument of torture. It symbolizes Jesus' suffering and sacrifice for humanity."

"And another thing," Chang took the cross from his hand, the silver cross gleaming faintly in the dim light, "The Bible says that Jesus rose from the dead on the third day, appeared before his disciples, and his soul ascended to heaven."

This thing also holds hope, the meaning of resurrection and immortality.

"They're vampires," Shen Kongming concluded, then paused, puzzled. "I remember vampires are afraid of things like crosses, haven't they evolved?"

Chang Xi was surprised but also expected it. "The devil is always one step ahead of the saint. With the advancement of technology, the Xuanmen sect is declining, but these things are developing rapidly."

Gu Qingfeng suddenly remembered what the butler had said on their first day of entering the castle: "The butler said there are eleven people in the castle, but including the butler, we have only seen nine people."

The husband and his wife seemed to have never appeared.

The more mysterious something is, the more suspicious it is.

As the owners, they never showed up when someone died in their own house. Should we say they're carefree or guilty?

Could this couple be the Correas that Mrs. Charles is looking for?

[It's possible, I might steal your vote.]

[Vote +1]

Chang Xi reminded him, "Didn't the steward say that his master lives on the fourth floor and never receives guests?"

"Oh yeah, should we go and catch him? Could he be the vampire who gave Charlie the Embrace?" Lu Wenli asked eagerly.

"No rush, let's go back first."

"Not in a hurry? Aren't you the one whose feelings are dead?!" The female camerawoman stopped talking, and Chang Xi had maintained this nonchalant expression from the beginning until now.

It's as if what died wasn't a person, but some insignificant cat or dog.

"Calm down," her colleague said, pulling her back.

Chang Xi ignored him and continued walking forward.

The woman could no longer control herself; her overwhelming fear led her to say hurtful things: "You're a jinx! Since you started on the show, there hasn't been a single episode where no one has died."

We followed you in, but you don't care whether we live or die. Is it that you don't care if your people die?

Chang Xi, who had reached the door, turned back with a cryptic expression. "First of all, it was your production team that invited me, not me who begged to come. Secondly, I already told you outside not to come in because I couldn't guarantee your safety. You came of your own accord. Can you honestly say you didn't come in hoping to film something amazing and make a name for yourself?"

The female photographer froze, and Chang Xi's amber eyes looked somewhat terrifying at that moment.

No one wants their inner thoughts to be seen through, let alone be revealed by Chang Xi in front of so many people.

"Since you all came here voluntarily, you can't blame others," Huo Dongjun said coldly. "People always have to pay the price for their greed. Chang Xi doesn't owe you anything."

Besides, she gave you the talismans and didn't charge any other fees, which is already more than enough. You know the way in, and you can leave whenever you want; no one will stop you.

The woman who was filming was left behind, overwhelmed by shame and resentment as she was questioned by the crowd.

Behind her, the corridor was pitch black, like a giant beast that could devour people.

Chang Xi is too cold-hearted. We're all together, how can she be so heartless?

[No, what did Chang Xi do that made him cold-blooded?]

She selflessly gave all the talismans; when everyone was working together, who didn't she protect?

How did Jack die? It was all her fault.

[She can split herself into two? And she can even keep track of what's going on in the other room?]

[A bunch of idiots, all they do is try to whitewash Chang Xi.]

[Yes, you're kind. Why does Notre Dame even need to build a statue of the Virgin Mary? It would be so much easier if you sat on it; you'd save all living beings.]

Chang Xi took the cross in her hand, scratched a shallow mark on it with her fingernail, and casually tossed it out the window of the corridor.

"Go to sleep, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Before long, a group of people came knocking on her door, carrying blankets.

Chang Xi was stunned the moment she opened the door. "What are you doing?"

Yan Feishuang chuckled, "I'll warm your bed."

Lu Wenli chuckled awkwardly, "Master, we've come to warm your room. We'll sleep on the floor in your room."

Wow, a collective sacrifice?

[That brat, she's got a dirty mind. They're probably afraid of vampires.]

To be honest, there's a strange sense of peace and security about being around Chang Xi; I don't know how to describe it.

[It evokes a sense of safe warmth, like being nestled in your mother's amniotic fluid.]

Your description is a bit strange, but it's fairly accurate.