The whole castle covers a huge area, mainly divided into two areas, the outer area is where we are now, and the deeper part is the owner of the castle......"

Henrik patted his chest as he spoke.

"That's where I live."

He then briefly recounted the changes that had happened to him to Roger, who also recounted his experience.

"Two castles? And the decoration style and structure inside are completely consistent? ”

Henrik was a little surprised.

"It shouldn't be that simple."

Roger pondered, "You just said you found a middle-aged man in the hall gobbling up?" ”

"And one of the five young men and women we met in front of the castle?"

Henrik nodded.

"That's a woman."

"Let's go down the hall."

Walking down the stairs, Henrik looked at a lighted room at the end of the hallway.

"What's wrong?"

Luo asked loudly.

"Nothing, just found something special in the room."

Henrik's fur-covered face was not very good-looking.

"What do you see? It can make you show such an expression. Roger asked, a little strangely.

"A human skin, a human skin that has been ripped off the body intact, filled with padding, and even dressed and standing by the window in a good manner."

Roger shrugged.

"What's all the fuss about."

"But what if the skin was ripped off of me?"

Henrik sneered.

"Although this body is not mine, how can it be pleasant to see a human skin that is exactly the same as the one I use being ripped off and hung on a shelf."

Roger thought of the picture and nodded in agreement.

"Wait a minute."

Something suddenly occurred to him, "Is there only a single human skin that has been peeled off in that room you saw?" ”

"No desk and paintbrushes?"

Henrik bared his teeth, "Paintbrush? ”

"Nope."

"Is it a different form of expression?" Roger thought for a moment but didn't immediately go to check it, but quietly followed the stairs to the hall on the first floor.

The wooden door of the hall was open, and the snowflakes blew into the room, and in the bright moonlight, a figure was laboriously hanging a large chest on the horses.

But just as he was about to leave, he stopped, looked in a direction in the castle, and then ran a few steps and rushed forward.

At this time, Roger had already seen the other party's face clearly.

It was exactly the same as the middle-aged man he had seen before, and even the clothes on his body were exactly the same.

And the black horse tethered to a dead tree.

Roger could almost guess the middle-aged man's next move, but he didn't know if there were gorgeous roses blooming in the rose garden here, or a strange plant with a strangely shaped head like Fang Cai.

"The story in this manuscript seems to have been altered......"

Roger was saying this when he heard a heavy pant sound coming from beside him.

He turned his head and Henrik, who was standing next to him, didn't know what stimulation he was getting at this time, his body was slightly raised, and the hair on his body stood on end, and then he let out a low roar, and rushed out on all fours like a mad beast!

"Henrik, what are you doing?"

Roger shouted, but Henrik didn't seem to hear him at all, and his massive body slammed into the window next to him like a mountain.

Cracking sound!

Amid the sound of debris and glass splashing, Henrik had already landed in the rose garden outside, and when Roger followed, he happened to see Henrik crushing the middle-aged man to the ground, his sharp claws resting on his shoulders.

Crimson blood ran down his shoulder.

An unfamiliar voice spat out Henrik's throat, "Take my rose, and you will pay with your life!" ”

The rose in the middle-aged man's hand suddenly turned into a wisp of green smoke, and then left a rose-like mark on the back of his hand.

"Pay it back with your own life or someone else's!"

"The contract has carved your soul, take these treasures and roll!"

"I'm just waiting for you for three days, and if you can't return as promised, then this rose will take root on the back of your hand, sucking your flesh and stuffing your entrails!"

As he spoke, Henrik lifted the middle-aged man lying on the ground with a fierce force and threw him into the distance.

"Remember, you only have three days!"

Ignoring the pain in his body, the middle-aged man climbed onto the horse and fled.

At this time, the tyranny that shrouded Henrik gradually subsided, and his eyes gradually returned to clarity.

"Damn, what happened? I couldn't control my body just now! ”

He turned his head to look at Roger, and a hint of worry flashed across Roger's face.

A part of their souls has been extracted and poured into strange bodies, seemingly free to move around, but in the dark there is an invisible hand that secretly controls everything.

"What about the woman?"

Henrik asked.

Roger glanced down, and in the corner under the dining table, a woman's purple face was revealed.

There was a ring of bruises on his neck, and his clothes were disheveled.

"Dead, killed by that guy just now."

"What?!" Henrik roared, almost unable to control his emotions, he took a few deep breaths, "What's going on?" It seems that since you've been here, my emotions have become more and more unstable. ”

Roger's eyes lit up, and he vaguely understood something based on his previous experience and the changes in Henrik.

"This is no ordinary fairytale world."

"The holder of the manuscript can change the direction of the story to a certain extent, and what we experience is a story within a story."

"No, maybe it's a parallel story."

He looked at Henrik, "If I'm not mistaken, Gorvy may not be here, but I don't know how many parts this fairytale world has been divided into. ”

"Because of this, each divided world is not enough to hold our whole souls, and we are pulled into it and become half marionettes."

In fact, at this point, the original story line of this world is no longer important, Roger always feels that the atmosphere and environment here have its special meaning, but the information he has now cannot be fully speculated.

At that moment, Roger felt the whole castle seem to tremble, and Henrik quickly came back to his senses.

"That's how it was before you showed up......"

"It's Gewei, she should be here!"

Roger hurried up the stairs to the top, and as soon as he rushed up the stairs, he saw a red door appear on the wall at the end of the corridor, and then the wooden door opened, and a beautiful blonde girl stepped out.

The girl was fair-skinned and wore a white skirt, her appearance was pure and lovely, but there were large blood stains on her hands and the front of her clothes, which stained the white dress red.

"Gavie?" Roger asked tentatively.

The girl looked at the sword in Roger's hand.

"Roger?"

"Is it Henrik next to you?"