The strategy of the host of fast travel depends on recklessness

Chapter 292 Inescapable Castle (3)

The long-handled heavy ax full of dried blood was dragged on the ground, making harsh and strange noises on the marble floor, the black robe was dragged on the ground like a broken skirt, the tall and thin murderer lowered his head, His long, untrimmed jet-black hair was stained with blood and stuck to the ground in strands, his pale skin was as white as snow, his lips were as red as blood, and his eyes with black sclera and gray iris had no pupils, which made him feel like People shudder.

He knew that person was in this castle, but he couldn't find that person. The flame of hatred drove his soul to wander tirelessly in this castle. The murderer stopped in his tracks. He looked at the branch of white roses that had been placed on the already dark and deep red carpet. The petals were still stained with dew. It seems to still have the temperature of the ray of light in the early morning sun.

In the silence, the terrifyingly tall murderer bent down, picked up the white rose, and slowly closed his thin fingers to hold the thorn-free stem.

"—" A roar as hoarse as a wild animal gurgled from his throat.

He was sure that that person was in this kind of castle, but he couldn't find that person.

The murderer heard the roaring thunder, and with the deafening thunder like a huge shaking iron sheet, there was a thunderstorm, and each burst of thunder would split a bolt of lightning to illuminate the dark and ancient castle. He was afraid of this thunderstorm God, he has obviously become a more vicious ghost than anyone else, covered in blood and sinking into the swamp of resentment, but he still has an instinctive fear and timidity towards the thunder, the murderer grabbed White Rose , sticking it to his bosom, dragged the heavy ax and continued to look for the figure of that person.

The howling wind poured into the castle, carrying a damp chill, like maggots attached to the bones.

He wanted to find that person, and then tear up and eat the person who made him miserable, so that person would never make him feel pain again, and would never leave again.

The morning was past, and the castle was covered with black clouds. Chi Changsheng knew that the rainstorm would last for a day and a night. She knew that no matter what life he was in, he would be afraid of thunder, but this time she couldn't reach him, and Chi Changsheng remained silent. She glanced at the dark sky of lightning and thunder, then turned and walked to the hall, casually took the jeweled dagger hanging on the wall as an ornament, and silently carved a line of reminders on the marble pillars in the hall, there is not much she can do , but at least speed up the progress of the protagonist group in unlocking the curse of the castle.

Chi Changsheng heard the sharp sound of a heavy sharp weapon being dragged on the ground. The sound seemed to be slowly approaching, but she knew that Bai Xue would not be able to meet her unless the curse was half undone. She vaguely remembered that the White Witch was in the castle. There are a lot of things left behind, but the specific places can no longer be remembered. It is like being covered with a layer of frosted glass, which cannot be wiped clean, otherwise there is no need for the protagonist group.

After engraving the words, Chi Changsheng wiped the blade of the dagger on his palm without changing his face, letting his own blood stay on the dagger, and then inserted the dagger beside the pillar where the words were engraved.

The sound of pattering rain was endless, and Chi Changsheng felt his shoulders sink. A fluffy lake blue thick velvet cloak was draped over her body, with a warmth that could not be ignored, as if she had just basked in the sun. His eyes are soft.

[Brother. 】

[Be careful of catching a cold. Your current physique is not as synchronic as those in previous worlds. ] System 1010 sighed, exchanged a bottle of healing potion and sent it to Chi Changsheng, [Pour it on the wound. 】

Chi Changsheng nodded. Hearing the strange sound that gradually went away, his eyes dimmed for a moment. She opened the exquisite glass bottle containing the healing potion, poured the potion on the bloody palm, and watched as it was deeply cut open by herself. After the wound healed without a trace, she put most of the remaining medicine beside the dagger, and then walked unhurriedly to the library in the castle. She vaguely remembered that there was a very smart person who almost I found her, but she was on the spot in front of the main hall with blood splattered on the spot. She could hear Baixue's roar like a trapped beast, and she could also hear the man's screams in pain, but at that moment she couldn't leave the main hall, she could only stick to it. He opened the door and watched the blood slowly creep in from under the door, staining the old red carpet even deeper.

That was the closest distance between her and Bai Xue in a hundred years, and he also noticed it, banging on the door of the palace, the door that should have decayed and become more fragile with time did not move at all, as if it was made of steel——

After an unknown amount of time, the crash finally stopped, and she heard the hoarse voice of the murderer, like a lost child who was at a loss and frightened: "Chang...sheng..."

He hated this person, but at the same time loved this person deeply. Missing and resentment had turned him into an irrational lunatic.

"Bai Xue." Responding to the murderer was a cold and clear voice that seemed to have never changed, such as spring ding dong, frost and snow melting, just hearing the voice, blood and tears flowed down his pale face ferociously and uglyly, the flames of hatred He couldn't help but want to destroy this door and rush in to swallow people up.

What did the man say to him at the end?

The murderer can't remember clearly, but he only remembers that tone was extremely gentle, bewitched his mind, made him leave somewhere, and then no matter how many times he went there, he never met each other again, the sound of rain can't interfere with the murderer's numbness With a calm mind, he slowly inserted the white rose in his hand into the vase, crushed the withered flower inside, watched it being dyed black like mud in his palm, and squinted his eyes with a low smile.

One day... one day he will drag His Majesty the King into the poisonous mud.

The murderer has a premonition that that day is coming soon.

He stared obsessively at the white roses filled with vases, not knowing the passage of time, knowing that he heard the main gate of the castle being slowly pushed open, his creepy and treacherous eyes slowly turned to the direction of the gate, the whole castle, except for that He can't detect people's whereabouts and traces, and he knows everything else well.

He picked up the heavy ax - it was time to clean up the little mice that had burrowed into the castle, the murderer couldn't bear the fact that someone he couldn't even see would be seen by others.

The castle should only exist for both him and his king.

The storm was so strong that it seemed to swallow the whole world. Disturbed by the sudden rainstorm, the tour group deviated from the original route, lost their way, and came to this ancient and magnificent castle in a hurry , pushing open the heavy door carved with gorgeous reliefs, thick dust fell, making the tour group and others sneeze several times.

"My God, this place is simply..." Darenna looked at the hall of the castle in disbelief. Even though it was covered with thick dust, they could still see how gorgeous and luxurious the castle was. How magnificent, just that there are many ancient artworks that were carefully maintained in the museum in the hall. Even if every corner here shows that the castle has been abandoned for at least a hundred years, it is still enough to fascinate. Messy eyes.

"This damn rainstorm... By the way, what the hell is going on with the black mist outside?!" The violent Karu recovered and couldn't help but curse.

"Okay, okay, let's take a rest in this castle before the rain stops. We are here to travel, so relax and relax." Anna patted Kalu on the shoulder. They are all college classmates. This time We organized a study trip together.

"Wait, there seems to be writing on this pillar." Abner, a top student with a calm and cautious personality, dried his glasses and noticed something strange in the hall.

(End of this chapter)