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Sugar and fruit juice must have some kind of energy from the dark world.

They can bring the person who eats them back to the illusion, maybe a few minutes, maybe a few hours.

An Mo ate the sugar, and a sweet and greasy taste spread in his mouth.Keira looked at him with a smile on the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were dull.

"Do you want to go upstairs and take a rest?" She said softly, "Go back and sleep, your face looks very good, as if you haven't slept for a few days."

An Mo smiled, didn't answer, and went upstairs on his own.

Instead of returning to his room, he went straight up to the third floor attic.In the corridor of the attic, he looked at the scenery outside the window. There were still pedestrians on the street, obviously he had not yet entered the illusion.

An Mo paused, and knocked on the door of the attic room.

"Moal." He called the innkeeper by name.

Unlike the situation after he knocked on the door for the first time, Monal in reality did not show too much excitement, his voice was hoarse, as if squeezed in his throat, and he asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me, An Mo."

"Hmm... um?" The lowered tone was extremely unpleasant, "It's a tenant, why did you come to find me?"

An Mo blinked and asked, "Can I go in and talk?"

"Of course, I'm a good talker..."

The ending of each word was drawn out very long, giving An Mo the illusion that he would die completely after saying this sentence.

Without hesitation, An Mo clutched the small bottle in his hand, pushed the door open and entered.

As soon as he stepped into this room, a pungent stench rushed straight into his nostrils.An Mo frowned subconsciously, looked around, and found that the room was very dark, the large windows were blocked by curtains, and all light from the outside world could not come in.However, the layout of the house can still be seen clearly, because it is an attic, and the slanted windows on the roof are not blocked.

The third floor of the hotel is actually very large. This bedroom occupies almost four-fifths of the entire attic. There is more than one compartment, and there is a four-poster bed in the center of the room.

The curtains on the bed fell down, very thick, blocking all the scenes inside.

An Mo didn't approach, he just stood far away from the bed and asked, "Monal, are you on the bed?"

"Yes, I'm too fat to move, I can only lie in bed."

"So that's how it is." An Mo echoed absently, and said, "I'm friends with Dr. Lai Yuan, and he let me see your situation, because something happened in the town recently, and he's very busy. So please let me have a look. Can you lift the veil?"

Monar didn't speak, and the room fell into a strange silence.

After an unknown amount of time, a sharp and ear-piercing laughter sounded from the bed, and entered An Mo's ears like mosquitoes and flies.

"It's not a good boy to lie."

"How can you lie?"

"Nobody asked you to come and see me, did they?"

As the voice fell, the heavy curtain was suddenly torn from the inside, and a fat man covered with rotten sores was leaning there, his scarlet eyes were already beginning to deform.Although the overall shape of a human can still be seen, the other party's eyes and the rotten skin spreading on his body have already told An Mo that he is no longer human.

It is a monster.

The room began to undergo obvious changes. Dust, cobwebs, and the purple light outside the window, the piece of candy played a role, and An Mo was in an illusion.

The monster on the bed was wriggling, and the fat flesh of a human figure could be seen to expand infinitely.

In the end, it appeared in front of An Mo in the form of the red house.

“Delicious, so delicious food...”

The monster's red eyes showed a bit of greed, and An Mo was very nervous, but when he thought of his guess, he pretended to be calm, stood still, and stared coldly at the monster as it slowly moved closer.

"Do you know why I came to you?"

The demented monster tilted his head, showing a puzzled expression.

An Mo twitched the corners of his mouth, raising a cold arc.

"Because, I want to try to avenge Zanda."

After saying that, An Mo rushed forward, and smashed the bottle full of elf's blood into the monster's mouth that couldn't close.

The monster let out a shrill scream, and An Mo rolled over after landing, and quickly ran towards the gate.

The monster was completely enraged. It ignored the burning pain from the inside out, opened the door and chased after it.

"You are a bad boy!"

"How can you treat the poor innkeeper like that."

"I'm going to eat you, I'm going to eat you!"

The sound of chasing after him made An Mo sweat coldly.

He didn't know whether this was the correct way to kill monsters, but Bivis said that his abilities were gradually fading, and the dark world was no longer under his control, and the tragedy in the town had nothing to do with him. At that time, An Mo thought that the destruction of the dark world used the magic of elves...

Although they have been making troubles, the elves' blood and abilities are enough to make people awe-inspiring.

Not long after I arrived in the town, when investigating these cases, there was a clue that was ignored by everyone—the person who turned into an oil painting told his companions to varying degrees that they had seen blood.

Based on all the known clues, the person who became the oil painting failed to survive the parasitism of the monster, and the parasitized body died in the illusion, so it disappeared in reality.

What if the blood was actually their own?

The parasitic body in the illusion could not survive, and was dripping with blood when it died.The blood seen by people in reality is actually just a preview, telling your soul that your blood has flowed clean, and the only thing left for you is death.

An Mo has always been curious about why those monsters look like red flesh turned out, they look like muscular people who have been skinned and strengthened several times.

Now he seems to have some clarity.

Light and darkness, inside and outside, soul and flesh, the dark world that became an abyss after being destroyed and the Rocky town that represents light and hope, this is the answer.

The monster's appearance, blood, and the dual hatred between humans and monsters...

If An Mo's bet is right, the elf's blood is the key to uncovering the truth.

It is very difficult for a monster that has been successfully parasitized to die in the dark world. Think about it when Adam turned into a werewolf and Lai Yuan with the buff of the potion was two-on-one, but he couldn't get any benefits from that thin monster.

Thinking about it again, the culprit who caused all this, Bivis, just ran away with Shan Ze when he encountered a monster, and then went to the church in the safe area to hide.

It wasn't because Bivis didn't have preventive measures, but because his abilities had been gradually exhausted, and he couldn't beat these monsters anymore.

As for the reason for the exhaustion of abilities...

Standing in the lobby on the first floor, An Mo wiped the cold sweat off his head.

He looked back coldly. On the stairs, the silent monster was shrinking, and the big beach that almost filled the stairwell gradually became dry.

There was a whoo-ho sound from its throat, like a fish out of water, wanting to live, but doomed to be helpless.Those scarlet eyes began to dim, and what flowed out of his mouth was no longer black viscous liquid, but gushing blood.

Blood spurted out and quickly flowed down the steps to An Mo's feet.

People came and went on the streets of the small town, and everyone walked with their heads buried. After so many things happened, no one dared to stay on the street, let alone whisper to each other.

It seems that there are also some smart people in this small town, who sometimes watch everything happening around them with a cold eye, without expressing any opinions.

A man in a dark windbreaker walked slowly to the front of the hotel. There was no one around. He stared at the hotel's plaque for a long time and sighed faintly.

"Really bold."

There was a bit of pampering in the smiling voice, the man pushed down the brim of his hat, and stepped directly into the hotel.

The hotel was quiet, and the air was filled with dead silence.He stood at the front desk for a long time, raised his hand, turned his wrist, and an oil painting appeared out of thin air in his hand.He put it on the counter, and then walked upstairs leisurely, stopping for a while on the second floor, looking across the corridor, and seemed to fall on the house number of a house.

In the end, he still lifted his foot and went up to the third floor.

The door to the only bedroom in the attic was wide open, and it was empty.Standing in front of the big bed that was big enough for three grown men to sleep, a dim light flickered in his eyes, and then he put down an oil painting like a conjurer just like downstairs.

The window was opened at some point, and a gust of fresh wind blew away the stench in the house.

There was no trace of life in the house.

The time for a piece of candy was very short, before An Mo had time to investigate anything, he returned to reality.

Standing in the hall, An Mo stared blankly ahead. The blood in his body seemed to have stopped flowing. His legs were so heavy that he couldn't take a step.

There seemed to be a sound behind him, the door opening.

"An Mo!" Shan Ze's voice sounded, followed by a flurry of footsteps.

"What are you doing running back to the hotel so early in the morning?"

When he came to him, just as Shanze finished speaking, his eyes touched one place, and he suddenly opened his eyes wide.

On the counter, an oil painting of a girl with freckles stopped Adam and Lai Yuanqiqi who came from behind.

"Kayla?" Adam's voice trembled a little: "This, is this a prank?"

Shan Ze seemed unable to believe this scene, he was dazed for a while, and then rushed upstairs.

Lai Yuan took a step forward and pulled An Mo into his arms, and the aura that belonged to a man instantly wrapped him up.

"Why did you sneak out by yourself, huh?" Lai Yuan lowered his voice, and asked on top of his head with a volume that could be heard by two people, whether it was a light kiss, "It's very dangerous."

"Kayla's gone."

Although he knew that Keira was a walking dead, An Mo still felt a little uncomfortable when the girl with a bright smile disappeared completely in the town.

"We'll investigate."

An Mo raised his head, looked back at Lai Yuan with watery eyes, opened his mouth as if to say something, but was finally infected by sadness, and leaned his head in his arms without saying a word.

On this day, two people in the town turned into oil paintings.

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