There were no beasts or monsters, and the road to the castle was quiet. Roger could only see the ice crystals hanging on the surrounding trees, faintly slimly in the dark like demons dancing with their teeth and claws.

The road was rugged and Roger's shadow shone on the ground, and there seemed to be a little strange change.

The distance from where he came down to the castle was not far. According to Roger's estimate, he only walked for less than 10 minutes before he arrived at the castle covered with frost.

Compared to the dilapidated castle they saw in reality, the one in front of them is more magnificent and looks more like a military fortress.

Near the entrance of the castle, Roger saw a dark horse tied to a dead tree. The horse was pitch black all over, but there was a circle of white on the soles of his feet. He saw Roger vigilantly making a loud tweet.

A horse is a good horse, but the saddle is extremely worn. This means that the owner of the horse may have lived a wealthy life for a while, but recently he has fallen into poverty.

The gate of the castle was opened, and Roger stood in the shadow and listened carefully. He was not using his own body now, and there was nowhere to release the seal.

Be careful in this situation, there is no harm in the end.

silence.

He could only hear his even breathing sound.

It was not until he recorded the surrounding environment that he slowly came to the door that opened.

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

A huge black shadow was reflected on the wall. From Roger's perspective, he could only see the black shadow bent over, seemingly swallowing something crazy.

"Crack, crack!"

"Gudong, Gudong, Gudong!"

It's a hearty sound.

The floor under his feet looked a little old, and Roger carefully tentatively until he confirmed that the floor could fully bear his own strength before moving the center of gravity forward.

When passing by a pair of knight armor in the corner of the wall, he replaced the sword in the knight's hand.

This is a standard weapon, but it is a bit heavy when held in Roger's hand.

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

Roger took a deep breath and stood on tiptoe. After a period of familiarity, his control over his body increased significantly, and the skills of hard training also emerged in his mind.

But before Roger could continue to move forward, a violent horse sound suddenly came from outside the castle, followed by a messy footsteps, and a figure stumbled out of the door and rushed in.

"Help, who will save me?"

"What the hell is this?!"

Roger turned sideways and saw clearly the stranger who broke in from outside the door. A dirty and strong man, but what was inconsistent with his figure was the excessive fear on his face.

The sound of footsteps came from the room, and Roger also saw the figure eating wildly 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 with six eyes.

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

But the man seemed to be unable to feel it. He licked his blood-stained hands on his mouth, and then wiped them clean on his dirty clothes.

"Who are you?"

"Are you also a passenger who was inadvertently injured?"

The middle-aged man squeezed out a kind smile.

If the meat between his teeth could be shaved.

"Come in quickly, there is a hearty table of food inside the house!"

"Maybe this is the kind-hearted castle owner for the invaded travelers like us."

"Who are you, sir?"

"Are you here for a trip to Ingman?"

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

"Oh my God, it's so cold outside. Have we been kidnapped?"

"Please let me go, I'm just an intern reporter and I don't have much money."

The big man said it in a mess, and the middle-aged man next to him was naturally confused, but Roger's pupils shrank slightly. He didn't expect that the guy in front of him was actually one of the five-man team.

Moreover, his soul seemed to be loaded into a strange body.

Is this what Edward and Stephen have experienced before?

The middle-aged man thought the man in front of him was overly frightened, so he took him into the house with all his words, and then pointed to the sumptuous food on the table and said:

"Let's take a break and have something to eat. It's so cold outside, you must be hungry, right?"

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

Roger just took a look and could tell the origin of most of the food on the table.

He saw the girl's tender white arms, the beast's thighs, and the rough soles of an adult male.

The viscous liquid in the cup exudes a foul smell, and an oval plate is covered with bloodshot eyes.

Roger stood aside without saying a word.

But whether it was the middle-aged man or the big man behind him seemed to be unable to tell it.

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

Seeing the two of them enjoying themselves, Roger didn't know how to remind him. He held the weapon in his hand tightly and walked up the stairs.

Although the entire castle is warm, it is not very bright. The candlelight divides it into areas.

While walking, Roger suddenly felt something and he turned around suddenly.

There was silence behind him, and he could only hear the sound of swallowing from afar. He turned around and stepped forward again, but after a moment, the strange feeling of being peeped at once again.

This time, Roger did not hesitate at all. He did not turn around immediately, but instead shook his wrists, and the weapon passed through his armpits and stabbed it out at a strange angle!

Dear!

The tip of the sword stabbed some hard object, and Roger turned around and looked forward.

A mural hanging on the wall.

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

Thorn!

The mottled canvas was torn apart, and a young man with wide eyes was pierced by the tip of a sword. He opened his mouth wide, his face was not hopeless and frightened, and a trace of relief was revealed in his eyes when he looked at Roger.

Immediately afterwards, the young man's body fell forward, falling straight out of the world in the painting, blood sprinkled on the stairs, and the body rolled down.

Then there is the next one.

In Roger's surprised gaze, one corpse after another fell out of the narrow picture frame, as if the canvas were torn to pieces, and their lives disappeared.

twelve.

This is the number of all the bodies that fell out of a picture frame.

Behind the mural is a complete wall. Roger really doesn't know how 12 people were stuffed there.

And this number corresponds to the number of characters drawn on the canvas.

A thought suddenly popped up in his mind.

Stephen's soul wouldn't be trapped in murals like this.

Thinking of this, he raised his head and looked upwards along the faint light.
Chapter completed!