The darkness is stretching. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The black that is always unclear in front of you and cannot be touched in front of you, only the solid surface of your feet gives you a sense of realism that you are still moving.

The nerves of the two men were already numb from running, and their limbs were so tired that they were numb, and only the two legs kept repeating the movement mechanically.

Running through the corridors, running through the closed doors, running through the small living rooms, running through the ...... Finally run down a long staircase that stretches downward.

Zhong Lan tried to control his breathing, so that the air could stimulate his lungs as gently as possible, while the breath he was panting out was getting heavier and heavier. Even if Ye Zihua is a man, his physique is not very good, and he is already in a trance after running all the way down for such a long time.

"Go a little further...... Just rest and ......," he barely squeezed out a few words and said to Zhong Lan.

Zhong Lan didn't squeak, and the two of them finally ran down the bottom of the stairs, revealing a relatively spacious space in front of them, compared to the golden splendor of the hall outside, there were only a few old objects here, and from time to time there were rat cries from the corner.

However, there was a candlestick on the table in the center, and Zhong Lan listened attentively, and noticed that the owner of the castle had not caught up, so he went to lock the hall door, gently brushed away the thick dust on the table, and lit the candlestick.

The faint candlelight lit up, and the two of them were immersed in the darkness all the time, and their eyes were more comfortable, and they no longer had to carefully identify the things around them.

Ye Zihua was so tired that he sat directly on the dusty chair, while Zhong Lan hesitated, still didn't choose to rest, just adjusted his breathing while observing the surroundings.

It was clearly a long-abandoned hall, and it was hidden under a stone staircase, eerie like a prison. The surrounding decorative utensils may look good if they are cleaned, and you can vaguely see that the tables and chairs are finely carved and fine-quality. It's just that for some unknown reason, it was abandoned.

At the corner of the hall there was an iron door, which looked old and covered with cobwebs, and there was not even a lock on the door, but it was just thrown there.

And also...... This candlestick. She squinted and carefully examined the candlestick in front of her, only this candlestick was slightly clean, in stark contrast to the dusty tabletop, and it could be seen that it was still used regularly.

But...... Why use a candlestick so often?

Before Zhong Lan could reach out and touch it, Ye Zihua suddenly screamed, his voice full of chagrin.

"Knock knock".

Footsteps sounded outside again, and they couldn't even figure out why the castle owner was so haunted and couldn't get rid of it.

Zhong Lan withdrew his hand, took out the long chain from the package instead, waved it lightly a few times, waited for some feeling, and then stared at the door with a fierce face.

The locked door could not stop the castle owner at all, and the man just pushed hard outside, and the old lock inside made a sound of almost breaking, and then a hook passed through the door, and the whole door completely collapsed.

The tall soldier stood in the doorway, blood hanging from his cheeks, and a long streak of blood spreading to the corners of his lips. It looks particularly hideous.

"You can't escape ......"

He laughed wryly.

Zhong Lan stood up straight, the flesh on her left arm still aching, but she didn't show weakness. "You can come and try it, if you can take my life......"

After speaking, she waved the long chain and wanted to attack, but Surrey was faster, he didn't even dodge the action, he threw the hook directly, and hooked the long chain that flew into the air, the hook seemed to be able to move by itself, and immediately bit the long chain, Surrey only needed to pull, Zhong Lan's face changed greatly, and he felt that the long chain in his hand was almost about to come out!

She hurriedly pulled back, but the hook that clenched the long chain did not waver in the slightest, and Surrey even took a few steps towards Zhong Lan, and soon approached her.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhong Lan immediately let go of her hand, allowing Surrey to plunder the "Lovell's long chain", and then scurried back with agility, she was going to run in the direction of the iron gate, but when she turned around, she saw a scene that was about to split.

"What are you doing!!

Zhong Lan roared.

It turned out that Ye Zihua saw that the situation was wrong, so he ran to the iron gate first, and after finally opening it, he drilled inside, ignoring Zhong Lan's roar outside the door.

In the end, Zhong Lan only saw a hint of the joy of rebirth after the catastrophe on the face of this handsome star.

With a "click", Zhong Lan heard the sound of the iron door being locked from the inside out.

"Damn it!" Zhong Lan scolded angrily, but time was only a moment, and she didn't have the time or strength to try to force open the iron door.

"Your little friend seems to have left you behind......" Surrey's eerie voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and Zhong Lan seemed to be able to feel his cold breathing, straight behind his ears, with a cold shiver.

Suddenly, the alarm bell sounded in his head, and Zhong Lan kicked backspin, regardless of whether he was hit or not, and tried to avoid a safe distance while rolling.

But Sarri's speed was too fast, and she felt a wind pass in front of her, and she didn't even see the shadow of the other party, and a handsome face appeared in front of her.

The master's sickly pale face directly occupied her entire line of sight, and her ice blue eyes looked at the person in front of her, and the corners of her mouth hooked up a sneer. "Give your life, slave."

Immediately after that, a sharp pain came, Zhong Lan looked down, her heart shook violently, and the two hooks between her firmly locked her shoulders, and now she could barely move, and was firmly controlled by the castle owner.

"No......" just loses.

Zhong Lan muttered.

How can you fail in humiliation because of betrayal?

How can you fail in humiliation because of betrayal!

She gritted her teeth, and the bloodshot under her eyes was about to burst, and she let out a low roar, as if she were going to hollow something out of the girl's body, and all her strength gathered together—she reached out and grasped the hook, and pulled it so hard that she tore off the flesh of her belt, and then threw it on the ground as if she had spit on something dirty, and her shoulder instinctively twitched with pain. However, the expression on Zhong Lan's face did not change in the slightest.

There was no trace of forbearance, no trace of severe pain.

As if it was accurately calculated data, she immediately retreated behind her when she pulled the hook, regardless of the thin blood sprayed!

Then, as if he had eyes behind him, he threw himself directly at the table in the center of the hall!

"Slave-" Strangely, Surrey strode towards Zhong Lan as if he was extremely angry, but he didn't pull out his hook to attack as if he was worried about something.

This finally gave Zhong Lan a chance to breathe.

"Guessed right......" Zhong Lan half-pulled the corners of his mouth and chuckled in a trance.

The whole person threw himself on the table, then resolutely grasped the candlestick, spun it hard, and then pulled the candlestick down. At the same time she fell downward—a square hole appeared where she stood.

When Sarri finally arrived, the candlestick on the table had been broken and the hole in the ground had been completely sealed.

"No—" he screamed, clutching his head.