"Hmm......" The old man nodded in satisfaction and staggered down. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info walked back behind the desk.

And the man whose head was opened went straight to the edge of the platform, jumped slightly, fell, and disappeared into the smoke.

Above the platform, it was as silent as death.

Behind the table, the old man excitedly pulled the black shadow off the dagger and stuffed it into the cuboid toy.

When he was done, his face was full of wrinkles with a smile.

"Oh, soul, the most precious treasure of mankind!"

He looked at his hole-filled cuboid like the greatest treasure in the world, and he was fascinated from every angle.

He ignored Phil's group from beginning to end.

The door to this space was opened from the outside, and a black-robed wizard walked in.

"Master Faruge, it's time to begin. The black-robed wizard said that he didn't seem to notice the blood still flowing on the platform, and that there seemed to be one less wizard apprentice here.

But the old man known as Faruger continued to pull wood from the cuboid as if he hadn't heard.

"Faroogh ......"

"Okay, don't make any noise with me!" the old man frowned, raised his head, and waved his hand, and a cloud of smoke that suddenly fell from above suddenly hit the black-robed wizard, and then disappeared, he snorted in pain, and the whole person suddenly knelt down, as if he had no strength.

And Phil, just now, clearly saw a gray-black black-robed wizard phantom being knocked out of his back.

Then something seemed to return to his body, and the black-robed wizard suddenly gasped violently. He stood up in fear.

"Master Fa, Faruge, the academy wants to get the answer as soon as possible......"

The black-robed wizard remained faithful to his mission.

Farrug finally stopped playing with the toys.

"Now these high-level Masters of the Black Tall Tower Academy are really getting boring," he muttered, "it's just that two high-level wizards want to leave, and it's like catching traitors......"

"What a poor child...... And it's changed, what is it that sends me every day?" he stood up and lamented, "it wasn't like that in the beginning, fresh souls, beautiful toys...... But now, what have you done to a lonely old man like me......!

"What did you do!!

Farroug suddenly shouted frantically, and for a moment, all the smoke in the space suddenly tumbled violently and converged in the middle!

All the wizard apprentices have a heavy heart, but they find that they can't do anything.

The black-robed wizard screamed and ran out with all his strength!

The smoke instantly flooded the entire platform.

"Ahh

The black-robed wizard screamed and fell to the suspended passage.

But he quickly turned back, looked at the platform in front of him, which was almost invisible, and stood up from the suspended passage. But suddenly he stumbled, almost unsteady, and he had to use a trick to support his body first, because one of his feet remained in the black mist forever.

He walked out with trepidation, this was no longer the place for him to stay.

"Okay, you people, partly because you have Wizard Adrian's weapons, and partly because you have something to do with Wizard Dracula's students......"

Standing in the thick fog, Phil couldn't see his surroundings clearly, neither his eyes nor his ears could feel the situation around him, he found that he could no longer use witchcraft, he tried to walk a few steps, but he didn't notice Freud and the others who had just been staying next to him.

The old man's voice came from the thick fog, but he couldn't tell where it came from.

"But don't worry, it's not a big deal, I'm Faruger, and I'll be cooperating with you and helping the academy with the investigation. ”

Phil waited for a while, but still didn't find anything.

Just when nothing was going to happen to him, he suddenly heard a door open.

He tentatively walked in that direction, but after walking for a while, he saw a narrow door.

It looks like a wooden door to a bedroom, two meters high and one meter wide. There were some beautiful patterns and drawings on it, and he couldn't tell which style of decoration it was, but the pictures seemed to tell the story of a group of adults sacrificing children.

Phil suddenly felt that the door looked familiar, but no matter what he thought, he didn't recall anything connected. He had also tried the cactus chip search, but just now he had found that it hadn't given Phil any feedback since the fog shrouded it.

Looking at the seemingly endless smoke behind him, Phil tried to twist the handle on the door, and found that it could be opened.

After pondering for a moment, he opened the door.

In front of me is a pitch-black road, with no end in sight.

Miranda, on the other hand, stood in front of the corridor and looked straight at Phil.

"Phil, you're here. Miranda said with a smile, like the brightest flame of all.

Phil looked twice, then walked straight past her, not stopping.

As he continued to walk inside, water suddenly seeped out of the walls around him, and in a few moments, the entire corridor was flooded.

Phil floated slightly, looking around, and here, it seemed to have become the bottom of the sea.

A corpse floated around him, a very familiar scene, and soon, two corpses slowly rose from his eyes.

That's Joanna and the road. Although they had only known each other for a few days, they unexpectedly became Phil's first friends in this world.

But now, Phil looked at their corpses and found that his heart did not fluctuate in the slightest.

"Phil!"

"Phil ......"

Joanna and Lu's eyes suddenly opened, and they kept calling Phil's name without moving.

Phil didn't look back.

When the sea receded, Phil appeared under a night sky, a bonfire, a white shadow dancing around him, and a moving song haunted his heart.

Here, and where?

Phil had already understood what this road meant, and it was his memory road.

But he didn't remember where it was, and he didn't have any attachment to this ballad and this white shadow.

At this time, the bonfire suddenly burned violently, and soon spread to the entire corridor.

Phil remembers this scene very well, and he also remembers what he did at the beginning, but now he just watched the flames spread, and did not make any movements.

An obese figure appeared behind the flames with a baby in his arms.

"Young master, hug him, his name is Phelps, he is Phelps, Phelps ......"

However, Phil just glanced at the baby very indifferently and stopped paying attention.

Now, Phil truly knows Molière's true illusion and has taken something out of him, but he doesn't regret it in the slightest.

Even if he met his parents and younger brother in his life next, he didn't stop at all.

He walked to the end, opened another door, and left all those things behind.