Roger looked up at one of the murals.

In the picture is an open field, a teenager lying leisurely on the grass, holding his head up, as if enjoying the afternoon sun.

But there was a panic on the boy's face, and if he got closer, he could even hear the screams that came out of his mouth.

His limbs were pressed to the ground, his belly was dissected, and his internal organs were pulled out and placed around him in the same way.

It seems that only the scorching sun can clear the dark energy that lingers on it.

The whole canvas is soaked with the smell of blood.

The figures inside were sketched with a few strokes, and Roger couldn't even see their facial features clearly, and he continued to walk upwards while observing every mural around him.

Without exception.

The people in the mural are all suffering from pain, and each one is alive.

"Look, what is this?"

A voice of surprise came from the hall, and Roger looked down from a high place to see two large wooden chests in front of the table.

The box opened, and the middle-aged man was standing in front of the box rummaging through its contents.

"So many treasures, did the owner of the manor give us them?"

The middle-aged man took out the contents of the box and played with them all the same.

Roger didn't know what the contents of the box looked like to him, but at least from his point of view, he saw only a pile of dry bones.

Ignoring the two people downstairs, he continued to walk upwards.

Picture by painting, I searched for it.

The pattern drawn on the narrow canvas is chilling, and Roger can't imagine if everyone on the canvas is real.

What he's seeing so far is going to be an immensely large number.

There was silence on the second floor, and there was a flicker of light in the room at the end of the hallway, and Roger listened carefully as he clenched his weapon.

Just as he approached one of the murals, Roger suddenly stopped.

The mural depicts a large dining table, and a hideous-looking giant wielding a knife and fork is chopping the struggling figure on a plate into pieces and swallowing it into its mouth.

"Stephen!"

Roger's face was happy, but he didn't act rashly after confirming Stephen's identity.

It's still unclear what the consequences will be if you take away the frescoes, this place is too strange, the strength is limited on the one hand, and more importantly, the strange state that the soul is in.

The room where the lights were lit was silent, and the sound of paper rubbing could be heard inside, and Roger slowly moved to look at the structure of the room with the help of the reflection of the weapon in his hand.

In the dim light, on the flat desk, a paintbrush was sketching something on the paper, and he waited quietly for a while, making sure that it was not a ghost, so Roger took a deep breath and walked into the house.

On the drawing paper, a frightened face jumped on the paper.

It was the curly-haired boy Roger had ever met.

On the drawing paper, he repeated the death over and over again.

"It seems that the soul of everyone who dies here will remain here forever."

"But what is the purpose of this?"

"Is it just pure torture?"

He could feel that the paintbrush in front of him must be a cursed item.

Cracking sound.

At that moment, there was a sudden noise downstairs, and Roger walked quickly to the window, where a well-fed middle-aged man was dragging a large box and struggling to move in the direction where he had tied his horse.

His eyes gleamed with excitement, and his mouth was full of words.

"Amazing, enough gifts for the daughters."

Packing the so-called treasure in the box and untying the reins of the horse, just as the middle-aged man was about to leave, his eyes swept over and noticed the brilliant red hidden in the snow and ice in the distance.

A splendid rose garden.

Seeing this scene, a flash of inspiration flashed in Roger's mind, and he remembered a story that had been passed down for a long time.

"A fairy tale manuscript?"

"But this way of entering is too weird, isn't it?"

"Is there someone behind it?"

While Roger was thinking, the middle-aged man had already trotted a few steps into the rose garden.

According to the development of the story, the next moment the greedy middle-aged man will pick a rose in the garden, and he will be cursed for it.

But just when Roger was distracted and checked, an inexplicable oppression came to his heart, and he was startled and turned back sharply.

In the darkness outside the door, a pair of blood-red eyes were staring at him!

Let's get it......

Blood flowed on the ground, and the sound of the beast's throat letting Roger know that the animal hadn't eaten enough.

…………

Time goes back not so long ago.

Hearing Roger's shout, Henrik took a deep breath, the corner of his eye swept over, and a torrent of water poured out of the room and slapped towards Roger and Glovy standing in front.

"Click!"

Without any hesitation, Henrik crushed the originally weak plank under his feet, and in the next second, he saw a powerful attack from Roger's hand, but then the figures of the two were swallowed by the current.

With this momentary cushion, Henrik fell from the gap on the fourth floor.

In the process of going down, he had already seen his surroundings, and as soon as he landed, he could move to the surrounding windows.

Then you can break out of the window.

Two seconds passed, and Henrik found that his body was still falling, and he looked around in horror, with no broken corridors and no green branches growing.

The space around them was distorted, as if it were in some kind of passage.

His breath slowed slightly, the speed of his descent slowed suddenly, and a soft touch came from around his body, and when he came back to his senses, Henrik found himself lying on a large soft bed.

The air is filled with the scent of vagueness.

The futon underneath him is made of velvet, and lying on it is like falling into the clouds, so soft that people don't want to stand up.

The pine floor, a small wool carpet in front of the bed, every wool on the carpet was carefully cared for, and the sound of burning wood could be heard from the stove not far away.

"Where am I?"

Henrik opened his mouth, only to find an unfamiliar voice in his throat, and he jumped out of bed in horror and pulled through a mirror beside the bed.

In the mirror was a completely unfamiliar face.

His reddish curls were tied back at the back of his head, his face was fair, and his white shirt was open to reveal his thin chest.

This is a beautiful man with a well-mannered manner.

"Your Royal Highness, are you awake?"

A coquettish voice came from outside the door.

In the next second, two figures dressed in court women's clothes opened the door and appeared in front of Henrik's eyes.

"It's time to eat."

One of them lifted the tray in his hand, and a beating heart lay on it.

"Eat?"

"What the hell?"

Henrik casually flipped the object in the woman's hand, he tried to calm himself down, "What's going on?" How did I become a different person? ”

"Hallucinations?"

"Or is it a strange cursed land?"

"Your Royal Highness, please don't ...... again"

There was an exclamation from the side, but Henrik didn't notice it at all, he unconsciously took a few steps forward and casually opened the curtains.

From here, you can see a sprawling castle.

At the same time, the moonlight outside the window was reflected in his eyes.

In the next second, Henrik's eyes were completely attracted by the full moon hanging high in the sky.

"This Moonshine ......"

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