The dilapidated castle illuminated by the Broken Moon is full of ruins covered with snow and weeds.

Ever since that surprised and surprised female voice rang out, the whisper that had been echoing in Jiang Xilin's ears all the time had completely disappeared.

The illusion fell into an eerie silence, with only those fast-moving monsters still scurrying back and forth in the shadows of the castle ruins, waiting for opportunities to move.

Jiang Xilin stopped moving forward because he felt the anxiety and restlessness of the monsters peering at him from the shadows, like hunting dogs whose territory had been invaded by a lion.

And Jiangxi Lin is that lion.

No matter how powerful a lion is, when it encounters a pack of hunting dogs, it must still give way.

Looking up into the depths of the castle ruins, Jiang Xilin asked:

"Who are you, and what is the purpose of dragging me into this illusion?"

However, what responded to him was a crimson mist that suddenly appeared out of thin air.

The appearance of this mist instantly scared the monsters hiding in the shadows and sent them fleeing in all directions. To these monsters, it seemed to be a terrifying thing.

Jiangxi Lin firmly believes that animals' perception of danger far exceeds that of humans, and so should these monsters.

Therefore, he couldn't help but take half a step back, and then began to look at the fog.

I saw that this crimson mist seemed to be alive. The mist was rolling and squirming slightly, but it did not disperse.

Suddenly, a ray of light appeared in the fog, then split into two, and then the two split into four...

Jiang Xilin looked at these rays of light, and inexplicably the picture appeared in his mind of the exponential growth of fertilized egg divisions during human pregnancy.

Finally, when the light reached a certain amount, Jiang Xilin could barely see what was gestating in the fog.

Silhouette of a female.

This outline composed purely of various messy lights is basically impossible to describe by human cognition. It exists entirely based on the instant impression of the indescribable existence deep in the castle.

Jiang Xilin watched her being outlined by more and more messy lights little by little, then raised her feet and walked out of the fog.

For a moment, he couldn't help but be reminded of the "ghosts" in the movie "The Underworld" in his previous life, but unlike those spirits that were purely composed of spiritual power, the female silhouette in front of him was composed of light.

She has a graceful and graceful figure, with slender and well-proportioned legs. Although her facial features are blurred and she has no appearance, Jiang Xilin inexplicably had the idea that "she is beautiful" in his mind.

And this kind of thought deeply affected his thinking, making him more and more addicted to it.

Finally, the female silhouette made of light took elegant steps and came to Jiang Xilin, looking directly at him face to face.

At the same time, the originally hazy face was constantly changing and becoming clearer, transforming towards Jiang Xilin's aesthetics.

"She's probing her own mind, and he can 'see' her thoughts!"

Jiangxi Lin was both frightened and frightened.

After silently waiting for her to completely transform into a look that suited his aesthetics, it was undeniable that he was really a little moved.

"She is just a group of lights, she is just a group of lights..."

Jiang Xilin thought silently in his heart. After completely suppressing that little heartbeat, when he looked at her again, he was left with pure appreciation.

"Who are you, and what is the purpose of pulling me into this illusion?"

Jiang Xilin asked again.

However, this time he still didn't get the answer. The woman outlined by intertwined lights turned around silently and walked towards the writhing mist not far away.

She entered the mist, and when her body was about to disappear completely, she turned to look at Jiang Xilin.

"Is she telling herself to keep up?"

An idea popped into Jiang Xilin's mind.

After a brief hesitation and thought, he decided to follow.

If the being deep in the castle really wanted to kill him, he could have allowed those monsters to swarm him.

But He didn't, but used his strong will to suppress those monsters that were ready to move.

So, he should need to do something himself.

Jiang Xilin slowly walked up to the crimson mist. Looking at the writhing, fluid-like surface, he couldn't help but think of a low-level monster that often appeared in fantasy works of previous lives - slime.

Of course, except for the cute king.

Jiangxi Lin was not stupid, and did not rush in head-first. Instead, he raised his hand and gently touched the squirming surface of the mist with his fingertips.

There is no real tactile feel, nor is there any corrosiveness as expected.

Taking a deep breath, Jiangxi stepped into the crimson mist.

He only noticed a flash of red light before his eyes, and he was in an unfamiliar space.

The castle ruins are still covered in snow.

Through the cold moonlight of the Broken Moon, one can vaguely see the huge bare stone pillars standing around, the almost completely collapsed stone walls, and the corridor with only the pointed arch ribs remaining.

In front of him was a dry well.

The mouth of the well has eight corners, and at each corner stands a beautifully carved stone pillar. There is a silver-white chain tied to the stone pillar, and the other end of the chain extends into the well.

Dark night, castle ruins, and a well that had dried up for countless years but still did not collapse.

Such a scene naturally made Jiangxi Lin think about this well and everything that existed in it.

It is nothing more than that in order to maintain her youth and beauty, the former mistress of this castle bathed in the girl's blood every day, used the girl's skin and flesh to apply facial masks, and used the girl's bones to make soup, while the girl's useless internal organs and hair were thrown into the castle.

to the bottom of the well.

Over time, the grievances of the dead gathered into resentful spirits and began to take crazy revenge against the owner of the castle.

As a result, the once magnificent and glorious castle turned into a ghost.

And the indescribable existence that pulled him into the illusion should be the resentful spirit born in this well.

This world even has arcane magic, unclean people, and even corpses. It seems that it is not impossible to have resentful spirits.

"Hey mortal, what are you thinking about?"

Suddenly, in the silent space, a cold, aloof female voice sounded from all directions, as if every atom or ion making up the world was making a sound.

Jiangxi Lin came back to his senses from the horror stories he had imagined, only to find that a bright golden cross flying star had floated over the mouth of the dry well in front of him at some point.

The other end of the silver-white chains that stretched into the well was suddenly wrapped around the cross flying star, and was bundled layer by layer into an object composed of chaotic, meaningless crimson hot rays.

Jiangxi Lin raised his head and faced Him directly,

"Who are you? And why did you drag me into this illusion?"

"Who am I? You don't even know who I am?"

That cold, high-pitched voice seemed to have heard something funny,

"When you face me directly, you should know who I am."

"But I really don't know who you are?"

Jiangxi Lin spread his hands helplessly, feeling that there was something wrong with this guy who always used to call himself "my king".

That cold, high-pitched voice did not make a sound again, and the strange silence returned to the surroundings.

Finally, he probably accepted the fact that the man "in front of him" might really not know him, and then he spoke again, but he still used the same aggressive tone:
Chapter completed!