"Click~click~"

There was an even sound of footsteps coming from the stairs behind him, and another gust of wind passed by his ears.

Ink Mark didn't mean to look back, his eyes staring directly at the oil painting, the oil painting of a forest with many rock dogs.

His whole mind seemed to be swept away by the painting, and he stood stunned, not even responding to the sound of footsteps approaching behind him.

"Smack-"

In the darkness, a withered hand rested on Inkmark's shoulder.

It was a palm with no flesh and skin, just a dry skeleton.

The skull's palm slowly went up along the shoulder of the ink mark, and came to the neck, and the sharp bone spurs touched the skin of the ink mark, and when he was about to grab it hard, the fire suddenly brightened.

"Boss, don't call me out every time for this kind of thing, okay? My sleep time is very precious, if I don't sleep enough, I will be hungry, I will eat when I am hungry, and when I eat, you will cry poorly, don't you have a hard time with yourself? ”

As a whining sound rang in Inkmark's ears, the flames shone brightly around the darkness.

The Flame Turtle Beast grasped the skeleton's palm firmly in one palm like an iron pincer, and at the other end of the palm was a black mist that could not be seen clearly.

A trace of fire spat out of its mouth with disdain, and a flame suddenly burned on the other hand of the Flame Turtle Beast, and it swung out with a punch.

"Whew-"

The smoke vanished, and the black fog dissipated in a slightly terrible scream.

"Which meal starved you?"

Looking at the Flame Turtle Beast that shook its fist and wanted to complain about something, it returned to normal, or rather, it had always been normal, and glanced at it lightly, and opened a room on the left hand side and walked in.

As soon as the dilapidated wooden door, which had begun to decay in some places, opened, a pungent smell that was stronger than that of the previous downstairs came into the nostrils.

"Boss, this flavor is ......"

"It's formalin......"

Ink Marks turned his head and glanced at the big turtle next to him, which was known as a human being, but he didn't expect that the other party even knew such a thing as formalin.

Under the reflection of a ray of flame from the fingertips of the Flame Turtle Beast, the furnishings in the room were clearly exposed in front of them.

The room was filled with transparent sealed glass troughs, filled with formalin, and in each of them was soaked a corpse that was no longer able to tell what it was.

However, looking at the shape of the corpse, it should be a small four-legged elf.

Think of the oil painting hanging outside......

"Why didn't you fall for my illusion?"

A voice suddenly rang out from outside the room.

"Inuzuka store manager? It's you? ”

Mo Ji looked at the plain suit and elegant figure at the door, and a trace of surprise flashed on his face.

Ink Marks guessed that the matter of this ancient castle was man-made, but he didn't expect that it would be the elegant coffee shop manager who would happen so much.

As for illusion, it is to use mental power to create an illusion, but the power of the dragon of the ink mark can keep him in touch with his elves all the time.

There has always been an object of spiritual communication, so naturally you will not lose your heart because of illusion.

"You really shouldn't be here."

Store manager Inuzuka looked at the ink mark with some pity on his face, and a black mist around him gradually condensed:

"It's going to cost you dearly......"

"You should have deliberately asked someone to paint this painting of the Rock Dog Forest, right? Now that I have realized in my heart that I have sinned deeply, why do I continue to kill people here and deepen my sins? ”

Inkmark's gaze swept over the rows of sealed glass slots, and then fixed his gaze on Inuzuka's storekeeper's face, those violet eyes that seemed to look straight into his heart;

"Calangel!"

The black mist that was about to move stopped instantly.

Inuzuka store manager's eyes widened in horror, and he looked at the ink mark in horror:

"Impossible! How do you know the name!? ”

Calangel, a name he had used only twenty years ago, a name he had abandoned because of his sins.

There should have been no such person as "Gulankar" in this world for a long time, and even he himself was about to forget this name.

"The hunters slaughtered the entire Rock Dog Forest, and then they were retaliated by a fish that slipped through the net, and everyone died, except for a man named Gulankar who escaped with a cart of Rock Dog corpses."

Moji looked at the store manager Inuzuka who was no longer elegant in front of him, and his eyes were bloodshot because of fear, and said slowly:

"That person, it should be you, Inuzuka manager?"

Cold sweat broke out from the top of his forehead.

One by one, beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his cheeks, and then fell to the ground with a "pop".

"How do you know these things......"

Inuzuka's voice was a little hoarse, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and the black mist around him became erratic.

Naturally, these things were told to Moji by Hoopa, because of the oil paintings hanging on the walls outside, and the well-preserved corpses of these rock dogs in the house, which made him connect the two things.

Maybe it's because I still have the last bit of conscience, maybe it's because there are really unjust souls in the world.

On that day, after escaping the Rock Dog Forest, he would dream every night that the brutally slaughtered Rock Dog Clan had died to the other hunters who had evolved into Maned Werewolves in the killing.

Every day, every day......

Gulankar would wake up every day with nightmares, and he would not sleep soundly for months, and he was almost about to go crazy from torture.

Unable to stand it any longer, Gurankar fled directly from the Alola region and came to a brand new place where no one knew him - the Sinnoh region, under the pseudonym Inuzuka.

At first, life in Sinnoh was very depressed, and only two Black Ruga stayed with Inuzuka until they came to Grand Town and opened a café.

The days are peaceful, but Inuzuka's heart has not been able to calm down.

Nightmares still accompany him.

In the midst of such torture, he even considered suicide in the past.

But he didn't dare.

It's not that he doesn't dare to commit suicide, but he is afraid that after death, he will be torn apart by the souls of Rock Dog and other hunters.

"It's painful, isn't it?"

"Die—"

Moji's words were like the last straw, completely crushing the already overwhelmed Inuzuka store manager, and roared angrily.

The black mist around him sent out gusts of gloomy wind, and there were many ghosts inside, hitting the ink marks.

However, the Flame Turtle Beast had already taken precautions, and threw out a ball of flame, and with a slight wave of his palm, the flames spread out in the blink of an eye, surrounding the black mist and the Inuzuka store manager.

The flames burned brighter and brighter, gradually setting the room on fire.

Through the flames and rising smoke, Inuzuka shopkeeper's eyes were split, and the fierce beast formed by the flames swallowed the glass trough where the corpse of the rock dog was stored.

Until, the flames consume the entire castle!