There were no beasts, no monsters, and the road to the castle was quiet, and Roger could only see the ice crystals hanging from the trees around him, faintly like demons with teeth and claws in the darkness.

The road was bumpy, and Roger's shadow reflected on the ground, and it seemed that a little strange change had taken place.

The distance from where he came down to the castle was not far, and according to Roger's estimate, he walked for less than 10 minutes before he came to the castle covered in frost.

Compared to the dilapidated castle they saw in reality, the one in front of them was even grander, and it looked more like a military fortress.

Near the castle gate, Roger saw a black horse tethered to dead wood, the horse was completely black, except for a white ring on the soles of his feet, and he saw Roger make a loud chirp vigilantly.

The fact that a horse is a good horse but a saddle is extremely shabby means that the owner may have had a prosperous life for a while, but has recently fallen into poverty.

The castle gates opened, and Roger stood in the shadows and listened carefully, he was not using his own body now, and there was nowhere to release the seal.

In this case, it is not harmful to be careful.

Quiescence.

All he could hear was his own even breathing.

It wasn't until he took note of his surroundings that he slowly came to the open door.

Unexpectedly, after entering the castle, the temperature suddenly rises, as if an invisible barrier turns the inside and outside of the door into two worlds.

A large black shadow was reflected on the wall, and from Roger's point of view, he could only see the black shadow bending over, seemingly frantically swallowing something into his mouth.

"Click, click!"

"Goo-dong, goo-dong, goo-dong!"

It's a hearty sound.

The floor beneath his feet looked old, and Roger cautiously tried to move his weight forward until he was sure that the floor could fully withstand his own strength.

As he passed by a pair of knights' armor in the corner, he replaced the knight's sword.

It was a standard weapon, but it was a bit heavy in Roger's hands at this time.

At this moment, the figure reflected on the wall seemed to have noticed something, suddenly stopped moving, and then stood up vigilantly, as if looking at something.

Roger took a deep breath, he stood on tiptoe, and after a period of familiarity, his control of his body increased dramatically, and the skills of hard training also appeared in his mind.

But before Roger could continue on, there was a sudden violent sound of horses outside the castle, followed by the sound of chaotic footsteps, and a figure stumbled out of the door.

"Help, who's going to save me?"

"What the hell is this place?!"

Roger turned sideways to see the stranger who had broken in through the door, a strong man covered in dirt, but what did not match his figure was the excessive panic on his face.

There was a sound of footsteps in the room, and Roger saw the figure eating frantically at the dining table, it was not a terrible monster at all, but a middle-aged man with gray sideburns.

The three of them looked at each other.

The corners of Roger's eyes twitched, and he saw a strand of hair hanging from the middle-aged man's mouth.

But as if he didn't feel it, the man licked his blood-stained hands to his mouth, and then wiped them clean on the dirty placket.

"Who are you?"

"Is it also a passenger who was accidentally shipwrecked?"

The middle-aged man squeezed out a kind smile.

If only the flesh between his teeth could be shaved clean.

"Come on in, there's a lot of food on the inside!"

"Maybe it's for the kind castle owner for shipwrecked travelers like us."

"Who are you, sir?"

"Are you also visiting Injiman?"

"My team and I entered an ancient castle, but not long after entering, the ground suddenly collapsed and we rolled down, and when I came back to my senses, I came to such a ghost place!"

"Oh my God, it's freezing outside, have we been kidnapped?"

"Please leave me alone, I'm just a trainee journalist, I don't have much money."

Dahan said upside down, and the middle-aged man on the side was naturally confused, but Roger's pupils shrank, he didn't expect that the guy in front of him was also one of the 5-person group.

And his soul seems to be packed into a strange body.

Could this be what Edward and Stephen had been through?

The middle-aged man thought that the big man in front of him was overly frightened, so he even took him to the house, and then pointed to the sumptuous food on the table and said:

"Take a rest and eat something well, you must be hungry when it's so cold outside, right?"

In the flickering candlelight, the long table was filled with so-called food.

With just one glance, Roger could tell where most of the food on the table came from.

He saw the girl's white arms, the beast's thighs, and the rough paws of a grown male.

The viscous liquid in the cup stenched, and in an oval plate were bloodshot eyeballs.

Roger stood aside without squeaking.

But whether it was the middle-aged man or the big man behind him, he didn't seem to be able to tell the difference.

The panicked man wanted to refuse, but as soon as he approached the table, his stomach rumbled, and then he picked up an eyeball and swallowed it.

Seeing that the two of them looked enjoying each other, Roger didn't know how to remind him, he clenched the weapon in his hand and walked up the stairs.

Although the whole castle is warm, it is not very bright, and the candle flame divides the place into patches.

As he walked, Roger suddenly felt something, and he turned his head sharply.

There was silence behind him, only the sound of swallowing could be heard in the distance, and he turned and stepped forward again, only to be struck again a moment later by the strange feeling of being watched.

This time Roger did not hesitate in the slightest, he did not turn around immediately, but his wrist shook, and the weapon passed through his armpit and stabbed out at a strange angle!

Sincere!

The tip of the sword stabbed into something hard, and Roger turned to look ahead.

A mural hanging on the wall.

But in the next second, a large stream of blood suddenly gushed out from the place where he was stabbed by the weapon, and the blood stained the entire canvas red.

Sting!

The mottled canvas was torn apart, and a wide-eyed young man with a sword piercing his forehead was pierced by the tip of a sword, his mouth was wide open, and there was no despair or horror on his face, and there was a hint of relief in his gaze at Roger.

Then the young man's body fell forward, falling straight out of the world in the painting, blood spilling on the stairs and the corpse rolling down.

And then the next one.

Under Roger's astonished gaze, corpse after corpse fell out of the narrow frame, as if the canvas was torn apart, and their lives were gone.

Twelve.

This is the number of all the corpses that have fallen out of a frame.

Behind the mural was a full wall, and Roger really didn't know how the 12 people were stuffed there.

And this number corresponds to the number of people painted on the canvas before.

A thought popped into his mind.

Stephen's soul must be trapped in a mural like this.

Thinking of this, he raised his head and looked up at the looming light.

On the wall next to the staircase, there are mural after mural.

There will be more later, by the way, ask for a wave of monthly passes, thank you for your support!!

(End of chapter)