The lonely, bloody head rested on the floor, the only remaining eyeball staring menacingly ahead, while its corpse was no longer in sight.

Jiang Ling looked down at the head and asked decently, "Hey, where is your body?" It was as if the head could answer him.

This action gave Su Wei goosebumps on her body, and then she glared at her beautiful eyes and scolded, "You want to die." ”

"Try it and it doesn't cost anything." Jiang Ling touched his nose and muttered, "It looks like he's dead." ”

The head did not answer his question, so it was up to the two of them to find it themselves.

There is no doubt that there was a powerful player passing by here, and this person was a master of swordsmanship, who slashed all the bats that attacked in the corridor and cut off the head of a bloody corpse here.

The reason why Jiang Ling and Su Wei wanted to find the body of this human head was that on the one hand, they were curious and confused, and they wanted to figure out how this head came here. On the one hand, Jiang Ling suspected that this guy might be a disciple of Nanyan Martial Sect, but he needed to find this person's sect waist card to update the progress of the mission, and he couldn't do it without finding his body.

Jiang Ling stood in place and turned around, looking at the corner of the corridor seven or eight meters away, puzzled: "How did this head come over?" The man cut off his head and walked away? What do you want a corpse for, is he so heavy and has some special fetishes? But this guy isn't a woman, isn't he..."

Su Wei covered his forehead with a sad face, gritted his teeth and said, "If you say one more word, the alliance will end immediately, and I will kill you and sacrifice to the sky." ”

"Okay." Jiang Ling coughed lightly and sighed: "Such a reasonable assumption, first, he killed people elsewhere, but threw people's heads here. Second, the body was indeed dragged away by him. Third..."Jiang Ling pinched his chin and frowned, "That headless corpse still has the ability to move and even fight. ”

"It won't be so mysterious, right? I prefer the first two assumptions. Su Wei said: "Keep going, and the truth will be revealed." ”

"Let's go." Jiang Ling ignored the head, and walked with Su to the room on the second floor.

At this time, there was only a little bit of oil left in the lantern, and it seemed that it was barely enough to hold on for ten minutes, and when the light source disappeared, it was even more difficult for the two to explore. Especially look for some handwriting and signs, the kind of things that are always hidden in the corners or behind the chairs under the table and in places that are not easy to find, and it is really difficult to find without a light source.

The two of them quickened their pace and walked around the first corner, where there were two large rooms, one a studio and the other a somewhat empty room, with only a large table and a few chairs, which looked like a conference room.

The doors of both rooms are open, so when you stand in the doorway, you can see inside.

"The corpse is not here yet?" Jiang Ling glanced at both sides.

"Don't bother with the corpse, hurry up and search." Su Wei urged, and then said: "It doesn't seem to be dangerous, speed up, let's search separately." ”

"It's so unsafe." Jiang Ling objected: "And you don't have a light source in your hand." ”

Su Wei took out a small wooden tube about the size of her thumb from the Qiankun bag, and she said, "I have two fire folds, which can last for a few minutes." And the two rooms are just facing each other, the sound can be heard, there will be no problem. Let's hurry up, this plot is a little weird, I'm afraid it's too late. ”

"Okay then." Jiang Ling answered, turned around and walked into the room that looked like a conference room.

Here Su Wei walked into the studio, this room has a forty-square-meter appearance, there are four painting shelves, two of which have been broken and fallen to the ground, and two are erected in the middle of the room.

On the floor, on the walls and on the easels of the house, there are a number of miscellaneous paintings that look like oil paintings.

Su Wei opened the fire fold, and a little spark appeared from the small wooden tube the size of her thumb, and she blew hard, and the spark burned in a moment.

Although this thing looks simple, it is actually the inner edge of the lid of the wooden tube smeared with red phosphorus, which is the material on the match. When you open the lid of the fire fold, the red phosphorus inside rubs and ignites the flammable material stuffed inside the fire fold, and a little blowing breath will cause a flame.

In other words, this is also a premium version of the match, which can be burned for a while. This thing was obtained by Su Wei in a previous battlefield, and it came in handy at this time.

Although Su Wei also knew that it was a bit dangerous to search separately from Jiang Ling, her intuition told her that this copy could not be delayed, and once it dragged on for too long, it was likely to cause an irreparable situation, so even if she took some risks, she had to speed up the exploration.

The flames lit up the room, but because the flames were too small, what could really be seen clearly was only one meter away from Su Wei's body, and it was impossible to see clearly if it was a little farther away.

Su Wei explored the past along the wall into the house.

The walls of this house are very flat, and although the surface is not painted with any wall paint, it is painted with a similar layer, and the walls are grayish-white. There are a few paintings hanging on the wall, but because no one has taken care of them for a long time, the paintings are a little curled, and the colors on them have faded slightly, and some places have become blurred and distorted.

Closest to the entrance is a landscape painting, the content of which is the exterior of the castle, which is not very beautiful, and the colors are relatively monotonous, but it is still somewhat ornamental.

"Looking at the style of this painting, it is a bit like the way the people of the tribe do it." Su Wei muttered to herself, because she had seen the words and some drawings of the tribesmen, and looking at the paintings of this castle at this time, she felt that it was very likely that the painters in the tribe had made them.

She carefully lifted a corner of the painting with her hand, made sure there was nothing behind it, and continued walking.

The front painting is a bit crooked, and the upper left corner of the painting has fallen off the wall and is stacked diagonally, just blocking the content of the painting.

Su Wei raised his hand and spread out the painting.

The moment he saw this painting, Su Wei's eyes couldn't help but change, and his delicate body shook slightly.

This painting is a bust of a person, this person is wearing a blood-red dress, he doesn't seem to be very old from the figure, but this person's face is blurry, I don't know if the fuel has weathered over time, or soaked in water, in short, this person's face is blurred, blood red and dark gray colors are mixed together, forming a distorted head with unclear facial features, which looks very weird.

Su Wei calmed down, his eyes changed slightly, and he said secretly: "The first picture is a picture of the appearance of the castle, and the second picture is a portrait of a person, so this person is likely to be the owner of this castle." But this face is so vague that it is difficult to tell whether it is a man or a woman. ”

Su Wei exhaled slowly, took his eyes off the blurry figure, and continued to walk forward.

In fact, it's not just this one painting that looks weird, it's like many paintings in this room, it's like a studio in a horror game.

On the floor next to the wall of the house, there was a painting of a pool of water, but it was full of blood-red liquid—most likely, of course.

Su Wei hadn't had time to pay attention to the painting for the time being, and naturally he didn't notice that the painting suddenly moved.

"How did RPG RPGs turn into horror games?" Jiang Ling carried a lantern that had dimmed a little, and walked around the empty conference room. He also muttered to himself, "Demon Castle? Isn't the story the little fresh style of a beautiful and princess living in the castle? ”

Others may not know what he is muttering, whether he is stupid or not, in fact, Jiang Ling is trying to relieve the tension in his heart and stabilize his emotions. To tell the truth, Jiang Ling himself is a relatively big person, for example, one day when you are walking on the road, a kitchen knife falls from the sky and sticks it in front of your feet, then you will definitely be scared half to death, holding your head and running away. And Jiang Ling will not be too shocked, he will only take a step back and raise his head and scold MMP, which floor of the grandson littered.

However, he is really afraid of the dark.

This has nothing to do with whether a man is a man or not, some people seem to be born with a fear of something, and it is difficult to overcome, such as someone who is afraid of multi-legged bugs, or cockroaches and mice, and more obviously deep-sea phobia, dense phobia and confined space phobia that can be counted as diseases, etc.

Fear of the dark is a common trait of human beings, but some of them have a stronger fear of the dark.

Jiang Ling is counted as one, but he has been deliberately overcoming it since he was a child, and he is not afraid to walk at night, but he is a little uncomfortable in his heart and needs to adjust himself.

This is also why Jiang Ling was in a hurry to find firearms as soon as he entered the battlefield.

At this time, the plot was confusing, the castle was full of dangers, the light of the lantern was getting dimer and darker, Jiang Ling was anxious and nervous, and the primitive fear of darkness in his heart surfaced a lot, and he could only constantly adjust his psychology to keep his mind calm and clear.

Walking around the room, I picked up a strip of cloth under the leg of a chair, like a corner of a garment, with a sentence on it, which was normal writing.

"Although she died, was cut off and deboned, and got her due retribution, the result was that the demon in her body changed to a host, and became more vicious and vicious!"

"'She' dead?" Jiang Ling looked at this passage and suddenly felt some light in his mind, as if something was flashing in his mind, and he could almost grasp it in his hand.

"Who is this 'she'?" Jiang Ling froze in place, holding the strip of cloth and contemplating it.

But at this moment, a sudden exclamation came from outside the door.

"Not good." Jiang Ling's face changed suddenly, he heard that it was Su Wei's voice, and before he had time to hesitate, he turned around and was about to run out of the door and rush into the studio.

But at this moment, the door of the studio slammed shut.

Coincidentally, the lantern in Jiang Ling's hand was also extinguished at this moment with the wind driven by the closing of the door.

Jiang Ling was standing in the corridor at the door of the studio, and his surroundings instantly became pitch black, and he couldn't see his five fingers.

There was Su Wei's low cheers, the sound of fighting and sword roaring in the studio, it was not difficult to imagine that Su Wei had encountered a fierce battle inside, he should immediately reach out and push open the door and go in to help Su Wei deal with the enemy inside.

But Jiang Ling didn't do that, he fixed at the door, his face solemn.

The darkness seemed to have a cooling effect, making him instantly feel a chill all over his body, but a trace of cold sweat overflowed on his forehead. Then he slowly turned around stiffly, looking in the direction they had come.

Under the strengthened eyesight, he can barely see through the darkness.

Just around the corner of the hallway, a dark figure stood.

This figure has no head.