It was dark, maybe it was just when the smoke rose from someone else's house, but it was already as dark as night.

Earl turned his back to the elevator door, only to see a long strip of white light coming from behind him, casting his slumped figure on the ground, like an old man approaching his hundreds.

The somewhat hazy brown pupils finally shone again.

Earl immediately got up and looked back, listening to the sound of machinery in his ears, and the iron door was closed to both sides and slowly opened.

"It's ...... Moran said, elevators?"

Earl didn't know if it was because of fear or fear, but he took two steps back, trying to get away from this thing.

At that time, they broke open the elevator door, but found nothing, and even Moran was so deluded that he almost jumped into the stairwell.

But when the iron door was fully opened, Earl found that it was just as Ainsley had depicted it......

Inside, there was a silver space like a door, about the size of a single cell in a prison, and there wasn't even a small space to lie down completely.

What surprised him even more was that it would shine on its own.

The white light shone on his stunned expression, making his already emaciated face even paler.

Earl had just wanted to try it out by chance, but he never imagined that this thing would actually respond to him.

It's also something that Ghost Knight guards, which must be very important, even more terrifying than Ghost Knight itself.

Come to think of it, Moran was once so obsessed with jumping into a stairwell that he wanted to.

And it was it that took Moran's younger brother, and his whereabouts are still unknown......

If he got into what was called an elevator, would he really be able to escape?

Just after thinking about it, the elevator door suddenly began to close automatically.

The iron door slowly closed in front of Earl's eyes, and the white light inside shrank little by little, as if all the light in the world was contained inside.

His body moved faster than his head, and he lunged forward, and the side of his thin body squeezed easily into the elevator.

Earl saw the still sluggish face of the black bear through the elevator that closed a little bit.

Its instructions were not to let him escape, but the elevator ...... Also in his captivity.

Bang –

The elevator doors slammed shut.

But his mood was not relaxed.

Earl stood in this small space filled with white light, his expression flustered.

What's next?

What should he do next?

Earl's body wasn't supposed to move.

But why did he just move?

Is it because I saw this elevator that I remembered the witch?

Or is Moran, the definition of this person in his heart, already equivalent to freedom?

He remembered the callous way in which the guy picked up a stick and beat Dolly Elvis to death, but he couldn't forget how she was so badly wounded in the forest that she couldn't bear it......

Earl has labeled Moran Campbell a witch, but he can't see her as a wicked person......

"No, no, now is not the time to miss her!"

Earl slapped his head to sober himself up.

"Come to think of it, think about it! Moran must have said something......"

[Hey, Moran. 】

【What?】

[You even know the elevator, you will definitely use it.] 】

[Yes, yes.] There will be a panel with many buttons engraved on them, and the buttons will be engraved with numbers, and which one you press will go to that layer...... Hey, it's useless for me to tell you this. 】

"Yes, numbers. There's a number! and press it!"

Earl searched the elevator quickly, finally looking at the only place that was special.

But......

"It's not numbers. ”

More than a dozen rectangular keys come together to form a large rectangle.

Each small rectangular button is engraved with strange words, which are not individually individual, but more like composed words.

It wasn't Vador, it wasn't the square words Moran had written, it was another unfamiliar language.

He simply couldn't read it.

Earl gritted his teeth, and finally threw out a "no matter!" and pressed the next one casually.

The button lit up, and the elevator swayed a little, then slowly descended.

An eerie sense of weightlessness caused Earl to sit down on the ground in an instant, his hands outstretched, and he was propped up against the walls on either side.

At the same time, the rock wall outside the elevator door has returned to its original appearance, and it is impossible to see that there was once a hidden door to the unknown world.

Earl was in the middle of it, his muscles tense, and he looked like he was facing a great enemy.

But the feeling of weightlessness is only for a short moment, and then it falls smoothly and at a uniform speed.

He looked at the bright light above him in a trance, feeling a little unreal.

Little did Earl know that an even more desperate horror awaited him in front of him.

Five poisonous layers, Phantom Forest.

When Silai woke up, he remembered that he should go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

But when he went to the kitchen, he saw Moran already standing in front of the stove, wearing an apron, and making a fire to cook.

"Ah, Xuan. The meal will be ready soon, wait a little longer. Moran only glanced at him, then focused on his eyes again, "The oil is already hot, and the next step is to crack the eggs......"

Silai couldn't understand what Moran was saying, so he took two steps forward in confusion, only to receive an answer from Moran with a somewhat frightened tone.

"Ah Xuan, stand there and don't move! I know you're kind enough to help! But please! You just follow the words of the gentleman and the chef! Regardless of whether this sentence is controversial, this kitchen can't withstand a second fire!"

Moran said as he cracked the egg and poured the yolk and egg mixture into the pot, but because he didn't control the force properly, some finely chopped eggshells also fell in.

"Ah, I'm sorry. I'll pick it out. Moran hurriedly picked up a chopstick.

Sile couldn't understand what Moran was saying, but it was clear she needed help now.

He expertly took the apron off the hanger next to him and fastened it, said "I'll do it anyway," and then took the pan and chopsticks from the stunned Moran.

With a flick of his chopsticks, he removed the shell from the egg, but kept the omelette in its perfect shape.

"Silai?" Moran's confused voice.

If she heard it right, it should be Vadol.

Silai hummed softly and asked in a flat tone, "How long has it been?"

"Less than a week. Six days. Moran breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank God, Silai is back, I can finally have a good meal......! But there are no sheep here!"

Listening to her complaining tone, Silai couldn't help but laugh.

And at least at this time, Silai felt that both Moran and Bazel welcomed him back.