Agath

Chapter 11

(eleven)

The underground storage room was so dark that it was impossible to see the end at a glance.

Ymir had to stop every few steps, and then reached out to unscrew the switch of the glass chandelier above the head.The chandeliers of the previous era seem to have been overwhelmed, they are wobbly, as if they will fall down at any time.Probably infected by this atmosphere, Ymir inexplicably felt a chill down his spine.There seemed to be a smooth, thick and long snake hidden in the darkness, and it was "hissing" and spitting out its blood-red letter towards him.

Ymir walked a few steps quickly, and finally touched the old-fashioned freezer.He slammed the cabinet door open, threw the ice cream down quickly, and then fled away.

"It's too cold down there?"

Yeoerman put down the vegetable knife in his hand, turned around and looked at Ymir who was covered in cold sweat.He was smiling but not smiling, the expression on his face was inscrutable.Those long and narrow eyes narrowed their eyes, and there seemed to be raging waves in the dark blue pupils, roaring and howling, about to burst out.

Being stared at so motionlessly by the other party, Ymir was almost speechless.He moved his dry lips and slowly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"No, it's not."

It was difficult for Ymir to guess what his uncle was thinking at the moment, and he didn't understand why he felt such a sense of nervousness for no reason.

It may be that the mother is too close to this man, so I should pay too much attention to this.

Ymir shook his head, ignored his wild thoughts, turned around and walked up the stairs.

He didn't notice that gaze followed his back until he entered the room.

Tsk, tonight's beef is too tender, it doesn't need to be fried for too long.Yorman turned his gaze back to the ingredients in his hands, and sighed inwardly.