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A few steps ahead of the man in the suit, a metal armor was slowly walking forward.

It was the armor's saber that made the sound, and its tip fell to the ground, drawing a long trace on the stone bricks.

Hearing movement behind him, the armor suddenly stopped, and then turned around slowly.

"It's you?" Through the moonlight, the man in the suit saw clearly that the person in the armor was actually a female student, and he couldn't help being furious, "Are you an idiot! There's such a big commotion, I'm afraid the living dead won't notice it!"

He said angrily, walked up to the female student and raised his foot to kick her calf, "You were hiding here just now? You're pretty smart."

The female student does not speak.

The man in the suit is also used to it. Anyway, in his opinion, female students will only shrink behind the middle-aged woman and cry, and only say a few stupid things when they are pushed.

"You were discovered too, and you ran out to move the venue? That's right, my brother told you, just now my brother saw it from above, that mad wolf and his concubine went in from the very beginning, and with them, no ghosts come here." It doesn’t work. So we still have to hug our thighs.”

The man in the suit walked past the female student while talking. He faintly felt a little weird, but he couldn't put it into words. The narrow escape just now consumed almost all of his energy. At this moment, his brain is still in a state of ischemia. Did not slow down.

"Hurry up and go, why the hell are you dawdling, I won't accompany you if you want to die." He cursed.

However, in the next second his shoulder was held down.

"You fucking hairy..."

A sword protruded from his stomach, the tip was stained with blood, and fell to the floor tiles.

The man in the suit finally realized what was wrong—how could such a weak little girl have the strength to walk all the way from the castle in this armor without being found?

But it was too late.

The sword pushed forward again, the coldness and pain surged up like the tide in the night, belatedly.

"You..." The man in the suit stared in disbelief and murmured.

The female student followed, her eyes were lifeless and her face was surprisingly pale.

"Caught."

4 people died in Nightmare Castle, and there are currently 5 surviving players.

"Did you hear any sound?" Fu Qitang asked.

After the game started, he and Gong Zijun immediately entered the east tower to find the basement mentioned in Camille's diary. They agreed that this was probably the hiding place of the ghost.

Find it, kill it, and end the instance.

This idea may be just a thought for ordinary people, and actions must be considered in the long run, but for Gong Zijun, it seems very logical.

Dangerous, sure, but so what?

As long as you stay in the copy, or even stay on the train, is there 1 minute that is absolutely safe?

Gong Zijun scoffed at this.

"There are people outside. And that armor is moving this way." He said briefly, but didn't take it seriously.

"Is it the armor you pasted plasticine on people's backs?" Fu Qitang remembered.

He strained his ears to distinguish carefully, but he didn't hear the butler's footsteps, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his head to continue searching for the basement.

"Maybe someone else hid in. Let's hurry up."

The two speeded up and searched quickly on the basement floor of the tower.

But it seems that this place was deliberately designed as a maze at the beginning of its construction, with a complicated layout, many forks and turns, and you will lose your way after walking a few steps.In addition, there was no light on the entire floor, and the two could only rely on the miner's lamp in Gongzi County for lighting, which greatly restricted their speed.

However, when they passed a corner, Fu Qitang stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Gong Zijun asked.

"There is a problem here, just call here."

"Oh, I'll chase the light for you." Gong Zijun laughed softly.

"Be serious."

Fu Qitang carefully looked at the stone wall in front of him, tapped it with his fingers, stretched out his arms to measure it, then took two steps back, clapped his hands and said, "It's right behind this wall, it must be right."

"Ok?"

"Someone sealed off the whole house we were looking for, and built a new wall outside it." Fu Qitang said, "It's the same trick as the Ivy Hotel, if I can suffer a second time, I won't Surnamed Fu."

"What's that surname?"

It's here again, it's Zijun, the father of the Mad Demon Palace.

Fu Qitang stepped forward and patted him angrily, "Get down to business, don't just listen to good things every day, I really don't have a word now."

"Then owe it first." Gong Zijun said.

Don't worry if you have too much debt, because you can't pay it anyway.

Fu Qitang nodded happily: "Okay, I owe you."

The whole wall is made of some kind of huge and hard rock, and the surface of the rock is still glowing with bits and pieces of metallic luster. Will not open mind.

"Is there a way?" Fu Qitang asked.

Seeing the barrage of "Come out pocket watch" and "It's finally the pocket watch's turn", Fu Qitang was a little curious: "They let you use a pocket watch, what is this?"

"A plot prop. Its function is roughly to manipulate the time of inanimate objects, such as making the wall jump directly to the state after 100 years, making it weathered and fragile." Gong Zijun looked at it with a half-smile After glancing at the barrage, he shook his head, "But I don't need it now."

A prop that can control time sounds very powerful, but the condition that it can only be used on non-living bodies undoubtedly greatly weakens its power.

If it is used on people, it can make it age quickly, and it can also have similar unexpected effects on ghosts, but if it is used on tables, chairs and benches, what else can it do except to get a pile of decayed tables, chairs and benches?

"Sounds a bit tasteless." Fu Qitang said truthfully, "Let's think of another way."

Gong Zijun nodded, and then silently took out an oval grenade that was very familiar in both shape and color.

"..."

Looking at the classic tic-tac-toe pattern on the surface of the shiny green grenade, Fu Qitang didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Have you reached this point yet?"

"Otherwise?" Gong Zijun smiled, "It's convenient, quick and easy to operate, what's wrong with it?"

"That's good, but will we be buried alive?"

"With me here, are you still afraid of this?"

This time Fu Qitang shook his head rather against his will, but he had already silently prayed in his heart.

Fortunately, the effect of this small cartoon grenade was not bad, and Gong Zijun's blasting technology was also impressive. After a few extremely impactful explosions, a gap appeared abruptly on the thick wall.

"If the rule is really that the castle destroyer dies, I have a hunch that the ghost will arrive soon."

Fu Qitang patted the stone chips and dust on his body, and said sincerely.

"That's just right, so we don't have to look for it everywhere." Gong Zijun said, bending over and walking in.

Because of the forced blasting, the inside of the basement also suffered a lot of impact. Broken bricks and rocks were everywhere, and a few rusty chains were broken and fell to the ground beside them like withered vines.

A strong smell of blood rushed to his face.

Fu Qitang covered his mouth and nose, followed Gong Zijun into the room amidst the smoke and dust.

"Brother Xiaotang, look." Gong Zijun held up the miner's lamp a little higher and shone it on the surrounding walls.

Fu Qitang followed the light, and saw that several walls including the ceiling were densely packed with strange words. These words seemed to be written in blood, and they were traced many times afterwards. Although it has been so many years, under the light A sickly dark brown.

Without the translation provided by the train, players would not be able to understand these words at all, but the greed, tyranny, evil, and strong desire for blood and death filled here are obvious.

Gong Zijun walked down to the wall facing the door without changing his expression. About two meters above the ground was inlaid with a huge iron hook, which was full of rust.

And directly below the hook, a shallow gully can be vaguely seen.

Fu Qitang seemed to think of something, and his face became slightly stern.

He knelt down and pushed away the dust and gravel on the ground with his hands, and the ravine really spiraled forward.

He followed it step by step, and found that the gully almost filled the ground, and followed a certain path, finally forming a pattern similar to a magic circle.

Looking back at the first point and the huge iron hook on it, Fu Qitang finally realized what he had found, and his stomach churned.

"The chosen 'sacrifice' was hung upside down on this hook like a dead pig. The blood flowed down from the neck and dripped into the ravine below, until the last drop of blood drained and the entire magic circle was filled... "

Forcibly suppressing the physical discomfort, Fu Qitang continued to say expressionlessly, "If I were Camille and saw my daughter being treated like this, even if I died, I would die with those beasts."

"Yeah." Gong Zijun replied, looking for something on the ground with his head down.

Fu Qitang looked at him puzzled.

Gong Zijun beckoned him to come over, pointed at the middle of the magic circle, there was only a groove the size of a knuckle and said: "The entire magic circle was obviously arranged by Alexander Homer back then to summon evil spirits. There must be an object as a medium connecting the two worlds, and here should be the place to place the 'medium', what do you think?"

"That jewel necklace!" Fu Qitang blurted out, "When Camille and Jean got married, they put their hands on it to swear an oath. Later, Old Homer gave the necklace to Becky because she was the chosen sacrifice."

"That's right, but look." Gong Zijun stretched out a finger and slid across the groove. Under the light, his fingertips were covered with a thin layer of powder, crystal clear, like an extremely easy Awakened dream.

"——The gem was broken and turned into powder. Once the 'medium' is broken, the summoned evil spirit will disappear, and Edra and the evil spirit will be fused together, and will naturally be taken away. This shows that the card Mill's operation didn't fail, she succeeded."

"Ah, this..." Fu Qitang was dumbfounded, "But she died, and Becky died too, and all the back routes she arranged were cut off. And we judged before that it was because her failure angered the fusion body, which led to The Fusion exacts even more brutal revenge on the Homer family. If she succeeds..."

Having said that, Fu Qitang already understood what Gong Zijun meant.

"Then who are the ghosts we faced these two days?!"