The eyes were bright red, and my parents were long out of breath.

"Mom! Father! Arise, arise quickly! Woooooooo Xiao Xue'er knelt on the red-dyed ground, constantly shaking her parents' bodies.

The sound of the handover of gold and iron, the chaotic footsteps, and a pair of hands stretched out to Xiao Xue'er.

"Cher? Cher? ”

"Ahh Hu Yanxue woke up from her nightmare with a scream.

It turned out that Fang Cai Mu Yufei saw her sitting with dull eyes, thinking that something had happened to Hu Yanxue.

He deliberately stepped forward and shook her shoulder, but he didn't expect that he was startled by Hu Yanxue's sudden cry.

"Are you okay with Cher?" Mu Yufei sat down cross-legged across from her, leaned forward and asked.

His gaze stopped at the corner of Hu Yanxue's eyes, which was slightly moist.

"It's fine, it's just a little tired." Hu Yanxue managed to squeeze out a smile, then turned around and lay down facing the wall.

Mu Yufei didn't say a word, he lay on the ground with his back against Hu Yanxue.

Silently, quietly accompanied her.

Dangdangdang. The bell rang again, driving away the only tranquility in the inn.

At this time, there was an inopportune knock on the door, and standing outside the door was the innkeeper Wu Qiurou, a melancholy man of thirty-six or seventeen.

"Two guests, the festival seems to be about to start, why don't you go and take a look?" Wu Qiurou asked outside the door.

"Festivals?" Encountering such an active NPC, Mu Yufei naturally would not let go, he opened the door and motioned for Wu Qiurou to come in.

"Boss, I'd like to ask if you know anything about the festival."

"Two guests, our Nightless Festival here, presided over by the Priestess, is to thank the God of Beauty for the freedom he has bestowed upon us."

"What do you mean by freedom?" Hu Yanxue spoke, but her eyes looked straight into the distance, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Freedom..."Wu Qiurou was silent.

"Ah, guest, freedom is a life in which we can be free."

"It's all free, isn't it?" Wu Qiurou hesitated for a while, but I was afraid that even I wouldn't believe what he said.

"Thank you, boss, how do we get there?"

Mu Yufei didn't continue to ask, because the previous encounter had made him lose interest, and it was better to go directly to the expedition.

Wu Qiurou took Mu Yu and flew out of the hotel, pointed to a stone staircase in front of her, and said:

"There's basically only one road here, and you can go up the stairs to the Echo Gallery. The festival is held in the royal castle at the top, and you just have to walk up the floors. ”

The mountain wind was still blowing, and Wu Qiurou stood outside the inn, watching the two warriors leave.

His eyes were full of anticipation, but also full of apprehension.

Wu Qiurou took out a pendant with a photo from her pocket, which contained him and another beautiful woman.

The woman smiled brightly, and at first glance she looked exactly like Veya!

Outside the Gulog's Inn, passers-by were in a hurry, walking like pilgrims to the highest royal city.

In the procession of pilgrims, a man and a woman, dressed in distinctly different attire, were exchanging ears.

"Xue'er, why do I think these people are like demons, you see that there is no expression on their faces."

Mu Yufei wanted to ask about the situation just now, but the people around him were like wood, so they ignored him.

"yes, and why do they have a rose on each of them? Do people here love beauty? ”

Hu Yanxue looked at the green roses all over the rocks, and suddenly had the idea of picking one.

"Probably not all, didn't the innkeeper wear roses?"

Mu Yu turned his head, but found that Hu Yanxue was somehow standing in place, looking at the roses intently.

"Cher?" Mu Yufei hurriedly walked over and patted her.

"Well, I just seemed to be distracted, sorry." Hu Yanxue turned around, she looked ahead, and above the stairs was the platform on the second floor.

Unlike the first floor, there are no streets, no vendors or shops, and only a huge gallery has been built on the entire podium.

It is like an echo gallery made up of several polyhedra, occupying more than half of the platform.

The exterior walls of the gallery are smooth and translucent, and the whole gallery looks like it has been carved out of jadeite.

The building has only one floor, and only one door is open in the central cube for entry and exit.

Hundreds of pilgrims lined up one by one and walked through the golden gate.

Mu Yufei pulled Hu Yanxue out of the group, trying to get around the gap between the edge of the platform and the gallery, but it didn't work.

The stone staircase to the upper level is just behind the gallery, which means that if you want to continue on, the Echo Gallery is the way to go.

"Shall we continue to go back to the queue?" Hu Yanxue looked at the long bottomless procession, with a sad face.

Mu Yufei turned his back, his already tall figure looked even more attractive against the backdrop of fluorescent light, and he said word by word, firm and powerful.

"Rules are meant to be broken!"

Passing through the golden gate, a two-person tall oil painting hangs on the frost-colored wall.

The canvas depicts a sculpture of the goddess of beauty, Vess, clad in tulle, with her hands outstretched as if to greet every visitor who sees her.

The purple frame depicts tiny snakes, delicately carved and vivid.

From a distance, it looks like you're about to break out of the frame.

On the walls on both sides are small works, including roses, caves, and lake lotuses.

The entire gallery is brightly lit, thanks to the sconces hanging on the walls.

In the area to the left of Mu Yufei, there are many stone carvings, most of which are sturdy warriors, armed with various weapons;

On the other side, there is nothing, only pure white walls.

"Hello two guests from afar." A man dressed in a knee-length short-sleeved tunic stepped out of the shadow of the gallery.

"I'm the owner of this gallery, you can call me Mr. Piant."

Mr. Piante looked to be in his thirties, with a small mouth and a high nose and a wide round face.

The excess of his rectangular tunic was folded upwards and draped over his shoulders in pleats around his body, revealing half of his shoulders.

Perhaps because of his status as a painter, his black coat is covered with various colors of oil paint.

Mr. Piant's voice was extremely magnetic and familiar to the Pastoral Flyer.

"Mr. Piant, do you know Anna?"

When Mu Yufei asked this question, Hu Yanxue's face instantly became gloomy, and she stared at Mr. Piant, holding the stone hammer tightly.

"Anna? Sorry, I haven't heard the name. Mr. Piante was so sincere that Hu Yanxue could only temporarily restrain the anger in his heart.

At this time, the girl's crying suddenly echoed in the gallery, which was clearly Anna's voice!

"You bastard! What did you do to Anna! The past of her childhood made Hu Yanxue empathize with Anna's experience.

"No, no, no, you're mistaken, I'm just an ordinary painter." Mr. Piante deliberately raised his hands to signal that he was not harmed.

Tick, tick. The sound of water dripping and low crying is particularly terrifying in the dim and silent environment.

Fear is like a maggot possessing that wants to burrow into you through every exposed pore, not to mention the voices that echo over and over again.

Mu Yufei is quite calm, after all, he has been playing horror games in the middle of the night all year round, and he has already had the ability to resist.

He looked up at the sound and found that all the sources were in the huge painting.

The sculpture of the goddess of beauty, Weiss, on the canvas, was weeping sadly, but it was Anna's voice.

Its tears actually passed through the picture and dripped to the ground.

"Ugh." Mr. Piant sighed heavily.

He clapped his black-gloved hands, and the golden door slammed shut.

"Sure enough, it's you! You damn thing! Hu Yanxue gritted her teeth, and her anger was like a substance about to burst out of her eyes.

Mu Yufei turned and looked around.

Boy! The pilgrims ran out at some point, and now only the three of them were left in the Echo Gallery.

The shadows in the gallery stretched out, and soon reached Mr. Piant's feet. He stepped back, step by step into the shadows.

"The stage has gone crazy, and the hero will eventually die..."

Mr. Piant's voice came slowly, and as he recounted some unknown story, the melodious and lilting silk string music came from nowhere.

Rising like clouds, like snow flying, echoing throughout the gallery.

Mu Yufei saw a few bright red characters jump out of the air in front of him:

BOSS Greedy Painter

Rattle, rattle, rattle. The stone sculptures on the left side of the Echo Gallery begin to move, and fine pieces of stone dust fall to the ground with their movements.

"Praying, longing, and meeting Mijin-sama again..."

Piante spoke like a chant, slowly and deeply.

His voice echoed throughout the gallery, and it was impossible to tell where it was coming from.

The stone carvings were littered with debris, and they looked like babies who had just learned to move, slow and clumsy.

Before the sound of the knife came out, the cold light had arrived.

Mu Yufei turned over and fell, and the Yan Ling knife slashed at the body of the stone carving, but then a strong force followed the blade and bounced Mu Yufei out.

"What is this?"

Mu Yufei looked at his still trembling hands, and he knew that in order to cause damage to these stone sculptures, he might need another way.

Gradually, these warriors seemed to have obtained the essentials, whether they were swinging, slashing, jumping, squatting and kicking.

"Gazing into the abyss, the fallen angel has descended..."

He didn't pay much attention to the story told by Mr. Piant, he hunched over and looked ahead, the smile on his face long gone.

Dozens of stone-carved warriors were fully mobilized, heavily armed, wearing Stirling helmets and copper-colored armor.

The stone warriors began to divide their formation, with six heavy infantry armed with round shields and spears in front, and six archers in the rear.

"Cher, what do you think?" Mu Yufei tilted his head and gave Hu Yanxue a look.

"Smash!"

[Thunder's Breath] wrapped around Huyanxue's stone hammer and fell with one blow!

Rumble! The giant hammer hit the ground, and the indigo shock wave that followed swept away like a tidal wave.

Six large round shields with a diameter of more than three feet stand side by side, forming a solid embankment.

The green waves crashed on the embankment, with loud noises and lightning flashes.

One wave was inexhaustible, and another wave pushed up again, slapping at the seemingly thin obstacles.

But no matter how brave the tide was, it was still suppressed, and it never broke through this defense.

On the contrary, it was the [anti-shock] on the round shield that constantly weakened the force of the impact, and finally calmed it down.

The waves have just subsided, and the rain of arrows has risen again. Black iron arrows fell like a drizzle, overwhelming.

Hu Yanxue was still smashing the ground at this time, and she didn't have time to react at all.

"Be careful!"