52: Chapter 52 A Terrifying Shura Field

The next three days passed.

The atmosphere at home became extremely eerie.

Robert felt like a happy king, possessing three obedient and sensible "children."

But in reality, this house had turned into a chessboard for high-IQ criminals.

Esther tried to spike Robert's coffee, only to find the coffee cup had mysteriously ended up in the dog bowl.

Esther wanted to push Emma down the stairs, but discovered they had already been coated in lubricant; if she hadn't reacted quickly, she would have been the one with a broken neck.

The overt and covert struggles between the two girls were as exciting as a palace drama.

Until the fourth day.

Robert brought home a woman.

To be precise, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty with a body so hot that no man could look away.

"Let me introduce you."

Robert rubbed his hands together a bit awkwardly, seemingly afraid to look directly at her plunging neckline.

"Because there's been so much going on at the company lately, and with Esther joining the household, I've really been a bit overwhelmed."

"So, I've hired a professional babysitter to look after you."

The blonde beauty tossed her dazzling, wavy long hair and stepped into the living room in high heels.

She leaned down, her gaze sweeping over the three "children" on the sofa.

"Hi, cuties."

The beauty flashed a brilliant smile, a certain fanatical light flickering in her eyes.

"My name is Bee."

Bee

"In the days to come, we're going to get along very well."

Bee leaned over slightly, her golden wavy curls falling over her chest, the flash of white at her neckline making one's head spin.

Her gaze passed over Esther, who was wearing a childish onesie, ignored the gloomy-faced Emma clutching a ragdoll, and finally locked firmly onto Qin Ming.

A perfect prey—exquisitely handsome and an absolutely pure virgin. To find such a sacrifice for tonight's Satanic ritual was harder than winning the lottery.

She hadn't expected Robert's home to be hiding such a prime piece of steak.

Bee stuck out her tongue and lightly licked her bright red lips, the greed in her eyes nearly overflowing.

"It looks like we're going to have an unforgettable night." She reached out, wanting to touch Qin Ming's cheek.

Qin Ming calmly took half a step back, avoiding the hand with scarlet nail polish.

"It certainly will be unforgettable."

Qin Ming looked at this blonde bombshell, her information already surfacing in his mind.

Bee.

The psychopathic female antagonist from the movie The Babysitter. On the surface, she was America's hottest dream girl, but in secret, she was a madwoman leading her former high school football team in cult sacrifices.

However, this time, she seemed to have wandered onto the wrong set.

"I hope your vitality is a bit more resilient."

Emma, sitting at the other end of the sofa, suddenly spoke up. She was stitching a teddy bear with a torn ear, the silver needle tip glinting coldly under the light. "The previous babysitters were all too fragile."

Bee was stunned for a moment, then let out a hearty laugh. "What a cute joke, little sister. Don't worry, my physical fitness is very good."

Esther sat on a single sofa in the corner, holding a picture book, without even lifting her eyelids.

This old woman.

Esther snorted coldly to herself.

That trampy scent could be smelled from three meters away. To think she dared to act so flirtatiously in front of Robert.

Such a vulgar creature, thinking she's worthy of competing with me for a man?

But it doesn't matter.

Once Robert is gone and some "accident" happens in this house, who would ever know?

"Alright, then I'll leave the children to you."

Robert was completely oblivious to the blood-curdling murderous intent in the air. He picked up his briefcase and looked at Bee apologetically. "There's an emergency meeting at the company, so I might not be back until tomorrow morning. Thank you for your hard work."

"Don't worry, Robert."

Bee stepped forward, naturally straightening Robert's collar, while brushing her chest against his arm. "I'll take care of them... until they're perfectly submissive."

"That's wonderful." Robert was deeply moved. "You three, listen to Bee and don't cause any trouble, okay?"

"Got it, Robert," Qin Ming nodded obediently.

"Okay, Daddy," Emma smiled sweetly.

"Goodbye, Robert," Esther said in a soft, sweet voice.

Bang.

The front door closed.

Robert's figure disappeared outside.

The professional fake smile on Bee's face quickly vanished.

She didn't even change her shoes, walking straight to the liquor cabinet in her red-bottomed heels and unceremoniously pouring herself a glass of Robert's private collection whiskey.

She swirled the glass, the ice cubes clinking against the glass wall with a crisp sound.

"Alright, little monsters."

Bee threw back a gulp of wine and turned around, her eyes, heavy with eyeshadow, unscrupulously sizing up the three children on the sofa.

Her gaze was like someone picking out ingredients at a butcher shop for tonight's dinner.

"Dad's not home; tonight is my show."

Bee casually tossed her long hair back, her tone flippant with a hint of all-controlling arrogance. "I know you might not like being bossed around, but trust me, only good children get to live... oh no, get to have a good time."

On the sofa.

The three children maintained their original postures; none of them showed even a hint of fear at her "show of strength."

They didn't even react at all.

Qin Ming was playing on his phone.

Emma was sewing up the teddy bear's belly.

Esther was looking at a picture book.

This feeling of being completely ignored made Bee raise an eyebrow.

"Hey!" She clapped her hands, trying to get their attention back. "Don't play deaf and dumb. It's dinner time. What do you want to eat?"

She took out her phone and opened a delivery app. "To celebrate our first day together, I'll let you have some junk food. How about pizza? Double cheese?"

Usually, no child could refuse pizza.

This was her usual tactic for coaxing the little lambs she prepared for sacrifice.

"Steak."

Emma didn't even look up, her silver needle passing through the teddy bear's cotton stuffing.

"I want filet mignon, medium-rare. I don't like seeing gray meat; I want the kind of red that still bleeds when you cut it open."

Emma finally looked up and gave Bee a sickeningly sweet smile. "And it has to come with pasta, garnished with plenty of ketchup. The plating should look like... overflowing internal organs."

Bee's finger holding the phone paused.

Has this kid watched too many horror movies?

"I don't want to eat such vulgar things."

Esther, sitting on the armchair, closed her picture book and smoothed the folds of her skirt with an elegance that was completely inconsistent with her age.

She looked at Bee, her eyes filled with undisguised contempt and hostility.

"I want borscht, authentic Russian style, with the sour cream served on the side."

Esther's voice was ice-cold. "For dessert, I want macarons—only the texture of Ladurée, in pink. The pizza here is full of the smell of cheap grease; that's for lower-class people."

The corner of Bee's mouth twitched.

Was this little bitch in the vintage dress discriminating against her?

She took a deep breath and looked at the only boy.

"And you, handsome?" Bee tried to regain some ground with Qin Ming. "Do you also want some weird raw meat or a royal feast?"

Qin Ming put down his phone.

He looked at Bee, his clear black-and-white eyes full of sincerity.

"Braised pork shank."

"What?" Bee thought she had misheard.

"Red-braised pork shank, with the skin on, stewed until it's falling apart."

Qin Ming gestured a large shape with his hands and swallowed his saliva. "One bite and your mouth is full of oil; the skin is connected to the tendons, and the tendons to the meat. Ideally, bring two bulbs of raw garlic. As the saying goes, 'Eating meat without garlic takes away half the flavor.'"

Dead silence.

The living room fell into a dead silence for ten seconds.

Bee looked at these three weirdos.

One insisted on eating bloody raw meat.

One wanted a noble afternoon tea.

And another wanted to gnaw on a pork shank with garlic.

What kind of asylum-escapee combo was this? How the hell did Robert usually survive?

"Listen."

Bee slammed her phone onto the coffee table, a vein throbbing at her temple.

"I'm not your personal chef, and I don't have time to scour the world for some damn borscht or pork shank."

She revealed her true colors; the irritable nature of a cultist was starting to become uncontrollable.

"Tonight, there's only pizza! Pepperoni pizza! Take it or leave it!"

Half an hour later.

The delivery guy brought three huge pizza boxes.

Bee sat at the head of the dining table, biting into her pizza with some exasperation.

She looked at the three brats across from her.

Although they had voiced a bunch of demands, they were eating the pizza quite heartily.

Especially the boy named Qin Ming.

He stacked two slices of pizza together, sandwiched a clove of raw garlic he'd found from somewhere in between, and took a bite with a loud crunch.

The strong smell of garlic instantly filled the entire dining room.

Bee leaned back in disgust.

This kid's taste was simply a profanity to the devil.

"Um..."

Bee felt that things couldn't go on like this.

She needed to re-establish her authority and make these brats feel afraid so that the upcoming sacrifice ritual would be more thrilling.