The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Hehehehehe..."

The terrifying laughter comparable to mental pollution continued, getting closer and closer, mixed with shrill, desperate howls. In the dungeon, a group of servants huddled in the corner and shivered. The young girls who were locked in several cells hugged each other. Their eyes were already red and swollen from crying, and now they even had runny noses. We really can't blame these men and women for not having the guts. After all, on the old wooden table in the center of the cell, there are several corpses lying open, with their whole bodies cut open.

As early as a few years ago, servants slowly began to spread news about cellars and dungeons in private. But given that this castle has a long history, has experienced wars, and even has an armory, it is not surprising that there are multiple broken dungeons. Although Mrs. Dimitrescu and the ladies have a bad temper, as long as they don't make mistakes, they will basically be out of trouble...

It wasn't until the earthquake caused people's hearts to wander that they finally stopped pretending.

After the earthquake, dragged down by some members who wanted to take the opportunity to flee back to the village to find their relatives, most of the servants were arrested within a few days and watched with their own eyes as the count's daughters operated knives and tortured these poor "defectors." To capital punishment. Under the illumination of oil lamps and candles, those dead and miserable faces were extremely hideous, flickering in and out, and their protruding eyes stared straight at them. No one dared to look at them for a long time.

But that's not the most torturous part.

Around the wooden table, several living corpses were limping around with rusty swords. Anyone who tried to approach the cell door railings would be attacked, so everyone had to shrink in as much as possible. Compared to dead companions, moving corpses are obviously more frightening. These monsters have shriveled skin and seem to have lost all their blood, but they are driven to life by some mysterious force. In the eyes of the villagers who already have relatively feudal and backward ideas, they are undoubtedly a presence that is difficult to fight against.

Everyone could only pray to the Black God in a low voice.

But at this moment, as laughter and crying approached the door, they realized that the tragedy of a few days ago was likely to happen again.

"Ahhhh! Please let me go! I was wrong! I won't dare to do it again! Spare me!!!!" The maid's face was cut with a long gash, but she cared Ignoring the pain, I closed my eyes tightly and used all my strength to struggle. But after all, a mortal body was no match for the strength of the Earl's daughters. She was dragged and pushed onto the table. When she opened her eyes and saw a bloody severed hand, she suddenly let out a hysterical scream.

"Go away!"

The living corpse next to him came closer and was slapped away.

Another scream.

The poor girl's clothes had been stripped off, and the side of the blade shone with cold light, piercing the depths of her eyes. She finally gave up her resistance and lowered her eyelids with her brows again in despair, waiting for the coming ending. The laughter of the count's daughters grew louder and louder, and even the light that dimly penetrated the eyelids became much dimmer.

So, it was really dark.

Following a loud noise, cold wind from nowhere rushed in like a tide, and there was a roaring in the ears, mixed with a few screams. The maid covered her face tightly and curled up her naked body subconsciously. After being stimulated and frightened repeatedly, her brain had temporarily lost the ability to think at this moment.

She just felt so cold.

"Roar--!"

A roar erupted in her ears, making the maid tremble in fright. The next second, a sense of imbalance came from underneath her body, and with the sound of metal falling to the ground, she was thrown to the ground.

Gradually, those movements disappeared.

The maid was still covering her face, curling up and pretending to be dead. She didn't know when there was only the sound of wind in her ears. It felt like a long time had passed, but she still didn't dare to move. When a few cold fingers touched her neck, the maid trembled as if on conditioned reflex, and her heart suddenly skipped a beat - she had been found pretending to be dead!

"(Romanian) Open your eyes."

At this time, the pain slowly crept up. She raised her eyelids in despair and saw a blurry figure in the darkness.

And a mouthful of white teeth.

"Hey Hey……"

Miss Watson retracted her tentacles and just laughed twice when she saw the maid roll her eyes and faint. She had to scratch her head in embarrassment and turned her attention to the servants in the small cell nearby. Just now, in order to achieve both speed and effect, she chose to directly break several walls and let the cold wind in the middle of the night flow into the dungeon. This also caused the candlesticks to be destroyed in the fight, leaving only the oil lamp in the corner still shining.

The battle was actually very short. The three count's daughters did not react at all. They were immediately infected by the stinging black light tentacles and fell to the ground convulsing as if they were electrocuted. The dog's head bared its teeth, and a pair of fierce eyes glanced between the small cells. After cleaning up the living corpses, it had already smelled the scent of a large number of living creatures in the iron bars, and low roars kept coming from its throat.

Then it received a slap on the head from its owner.

[Stay out, don’t come in]

The dog head whimpered twice and slipped out obediently.

One, two, three, four, five, six... 14 maids, 1 old uncle, and 2 strong young men. Scanning the servants in the cell one by one, Miss Watson wanted to wait until the transformation of the three Earl's daughters was completed, but she didn't expect that after more than ten seconds, they turned into a big puddle of mush. This was something she had never encountered before. Case. Miss Watson thought for a while, then simply walked to one of the cell doors, ripped it off completely with a slight force, and then made a hoarse old witch's voice:

"Everyone come out."

No one moved.

Bang!

She struck the iron fence with her axe: "Come out, right now!"

Now everyone got up obediently and lined up to walk out of the cell. Miss Watson stood next to the nearest group of Earl's Daughters, constantly urging them to push out anyone who came too close. Under the gaze of the black-light werewolf not far away, the servants were driven out of the breach in the prison wall and stood under the moonlight blown by the cold wind.

"Okay, everyone go home!" Miss Watson threw out a torn living corpse. She was still standing in the shadows, only half of the bloody ax blade was exposed: "Who dares to come back again?" Here, just taste my axe. Now, get out of here!"

......

A few minutes later.

After watching the last wave of people carry away the injured maid, Miss Watson returned to the dungeon and boredly began to pick up the one-handed sword and play with it. After waiting for a while, the Earl's daughter finally began to condense into human form again. When they were transformed by fungal roots, their bodies had mutated into a bunch of flying insects. In the game, the Count's daughters would often turn into swarms of insects to attack players. And because the target of the small flying insect is too small, ordinary firearms cannot cause damage to it.

The Earl's daughters occasionally go out to catch people, but in low temperature environments below 10°C, their body metabolism tends to stagnate, and they temporarily lose the ability to transform into insect swarms, making their bodies extremely vulnerable to external damage. This is also how players deal with the Earl's daughters in the game. As long as they break the outer window and let in a lot of cold air, they can go around in circles with them while picking up their weapons and firing at will.

As for why they are so afraid of the cold...

Maybe it’s because of the game production team’s decision to slap their heads on the head.

Looking at the three women in black in front of her who had returned to their original appearance, Miss Watson frowned. She reached out to pull the collar of one of them, but as expected, she couldn't pull it at all. These clothes were originally part of the count's daughters' bodies, or part of their skin. If they were forcibly removed, of course only flesh and blood would be visible.

But why?

Why can even the black light servants transform into clothes, but not myself? Just because the three of them could transform into clothes before they were infected? Is this reasonable? Shivering and cold, when will the black light host really stand up? Touching the mud on her body, Miss Watson became more and more angry as she thought about it. She reached out to the three women in black and put her hands on her hips: "(Romanian) Which of you is the eldest daughter Bella?"

The blonde stirred.

"Cassandra? Who is the second daughter Cassandra?"

The orange-haired woman stirred.

"Then you must be my little daughter Daniela. Hey, I really can't tell your faces apart. You might as well just call them the La La La trio." Miss Watson looked at the black-haired woman on the far right and compared them carefully. After looking at the looks of the three people, he sighed: "But to be honest, I still like the crazy look of you three. Can you please recover?"

Silence x3.

"Okay, okay, at least you remember your names." Miss Watson walked out of the dungeon with the ax in hand, followed closely by four black light servants. She observed all the way and once again felt the improvement of the black light servants by the fungal roots. In addition to his IQ, his appearance has also improved. The trio of La La La have a graceful gait, and the parts that should be twisted are not idle at all, and they have a vague movement style of aristocratic girls. Occasionally, there are some small movements such as twisting the wrist and shaking the hair, which are also very gentle and dexterous.

Anyway, Miss Watson enjoyed watching it.

As for the dog head...it's better to forget about it and throw it to the end of the team, out of sight but out of mind.

Walking in the beautifully carved corridor, Miss Watson's travel and leisure mentality gradually began to emerge again. As she walked towards the countess' room in her memory, she continued to appreciate the paintings and decorations along the way. Anyway, this woman Aqina can't go anywhere now, and she probably has no intention of running away. Even if she is not in the room, she will run into her sooner or later. For Miss Watson, the countess herself moved slowly before the second stage of transformation, always wanted to maintain the manners of a lady, and was even unwilling to run, which was much easier to deal with than her three daughters.

Sneaked all the way into the countess' room, no one was there.

Gan.

"Do you know where your mother is?"

Miss Watson pulled Bella over and pinched her face.

Bella's eyes were confused and she didn't resist at all. After staring at her for a while, Miss Watson gave her a blow in the head and walked back downstairs. Unexpectedly, in the game, he was forced to play hide-and-seek with the countess; but now, it was the countess' turn to play hide-and-seek with him. Of course, the previous raid in the dungeon was very successful, and Miss Watson didn't think Archina noticed anything was wrong.

Ga...

As the mud man walked, he heard the sound of an old wooden door.

After passing the right corner, a black leather shoe retracted from the door frame. Miss Watson stepped forward in two steps, grabbed the wooden door that was about to close, and then pushed it gently. A short scream came from behind the door. This was a little maid with a face full of panic. When she saw the mud man in front of her and the count's daughters behind her, she was so frightened that she crawled back on her hands and feet.

"Aha!"

The muddy Miss Watson grinned her white teeth.

"No!!! Don't kill me!!"

There was no place to escape in the room. The maid shrank into the corner and raised her arms in front of her. Miss Watson first turned around and used high-frequency sound waves to yell at the black light servants "Don't come in". Then she hung the ax on her waist and squatted down in front of the maid: "Don't be afraid, little girl, I won't arrest you." Go to the dungeon…oh, are you looking behind me?”

She noticed the direction of the maid's gaze.

It seems that this perverted mother-daughter family has quite a lot of power.

"You don't need to worry about them. I am an important guest of the Countess. The Countess's daughters will listen to my advice." Miss Watson slowly stretched out her hand and gently stroked the maid's trembling head: "If you want to survive, now You have to listen to me honestly, otherwise you may be in danger, do you understand?"

"...Ming...understand."

The little maid had a crisp voice, looked like a minor, and had freckles on her face. She looked at Miss Watson timidly, but soon couldn't help but turn her gaze to the LaLaLa trio. When she saw that the Earl's daughters still didn't move, the tension on her face eased slightly.

"As long as you know."

Miss Watson pulled her up and asked, "Where do you usually take a bath?"