Walking into the castle, Boro originally just wanted to talk about the night's rest here, and by the way, ask what was going on here.

But when he came to the corridor of the castle, the fluorite chandelier hanging above his head was already tattered and half-hung on it, and he felt that it might fall down at any time.

On the contrary, although there are some gravel scattered on the stalls below, they are also very neat, unlike the grass outside, which is full of terrifying deep ditches.

"Uncle Yan, are you there?" Boro shouted as he walked down the dimly lit hall inside.

In the distance, I saw a black shadow looming on the wall, in the light of the fire. And he seems to be moving slowly.

"Uncle Talk!" Boro raised his voice a little, and began to slowly approach the flower girl with his back on his back.

"Uncle, you're okay. Boro approached the hall, where a small part of the area was cooled by the fire in the fireplace, but the rest of the area was darker.

A dark shadow in the corner moved slightly, and Boro lowered the flower girl to the ground and made her look at the fireplace on fire in the distance.

Boro heard a low roar coming from his throat and subconsciously pulled out the sword behind his back.

"Talking ......"

This time, before Boro could finish speaking, a pair of cold eyes appeared from the shadows in the corner. Then a big cat rushed out, and there were many bloody wounds on its body, the deepest of which had leaked a trace of white bone.

Noise's claws were partially severed, but even so, the remaining long claws were still able to pierce Boro's body with ease.

"Sit down big!" Boro just stepped back, "I'm your master's friend!"

But the hustle and bustle was just a cruel pair of eyes, and the pain slowed it down.

The hustle and bustle screamed and pounced on Boro, directly crushing Boro under him.

The blade of the sword pierced out of the bustling spine, and Boro only felt that the clothes on his body were starting to get soaked, and it took a lot of strength to push the big cat away.

"What's going on" Boro stood up and looked at his already blood-soaked clothes, "Has anyone else been here?"

Boro looked inside the hall, where the elevator seemed to be functioning, but in front of the entrance was littered with stones.

"Let's go, let's go up there and have a look. Boro picked up the flower girl and walked towards the elevator.

The sound of the mechanical runner turning when the lever was dropped began to sound, and the wooden door had been smashed but the iron box was still not working.

Although the rise is a little slow, it is also working.

Looking at the darkness that appeared above him, Boro knew that this was the private library on the second floor of the castle.

With the help of the light shining from the elevator, Boro could see the small area near the entrance, the messy books scattered all over the hallway, spreading into the dark depths ahead, as if there was no end in sight.

A faint candle flame burned, but its light was no longer illuminated even by itself.

The elevator continued to operate, and the darkness in front of it was replaced by a white gold wall.

Rub Da Da ......

The mechanical runner made a loud noise and stopped working instantly.

Boro frowned, for blood was flowing from a distance in the corridor in front of him.

"Uncle Yanyan?" Boro thought that Yanyan should be here, if he wasn't dead.

Boro carried the flower girl on his back and crossed the river of blood in front of him, this is the place where the collection is stored, and the rooms around him are all open, and the doors are all open, which should be filled with statues. But now there is nothing left in it except the original decorations, and the room where the duckweed princess was originally located is constantly wafting out of the water vapor, which dissipates and disappears when she comes to the corridor.

"Uncle Talk?" Boro searched one by one, "are you still alive?"

"Uncle Talk?"

Boro came to one of the houses and froze in place.

Originally, this was the room that Yan said was going to store the new sculptures, but I remember that Yan said that he had the craftsman specially chisel out such a moon window so that the moonlight could shine perfectly in it at night.

But now I didn't see the sculpture, but I found the source of the blood in the corridor.

A golden sword pierced through Kwill's chest, and from Kwill's expression at this time, it seemed that he must have been very unwilling in the end, but his dead eyes were full of remorse.

Boro stepped forward and pulled out the sword on his chest, the same one that Xue Ren used to compete with himself.

The wound on his chest has not fully recovered even with the help of jade black cream, and he doesn't know what this sword blade is made of.

"You're a good person, you shouldn't have been killed in remorse like this. Xue Ren's mood was a little low, and besides, Kewell had never done anything bad, at least since he knew him. What's more, he helped himself, even if only by following instructions.

Bouro silently expressed his condolences to him, "Even Kwill has been killed, isn't that uncle already ......"

"There's one last area left" Boro retreated from the room, leaving only the last third-floor hall in front of him who hadn't entered it the last time he had been with Xue Renliunian.

When you come to the hall, it is surrounded not by walls, but by thick stone pillars, and the cold wind blows from outside at night. Blowing all kinds of utensils scattered on the ground and antiques collide with each other.

"You ended up here. The voice of speech came from the depths of the hall

Boro looked for the voice, and saw the chair in front of him in the dark shadow, and before that there was another person standing.

"Tell me uncle, you're not dead!" said Boro, who was a little excited, and walked forward quickly.

"It's just that it's still alive. Yan said that he sat on the chair and looked at the statue of Juejue in front of him.

"Boro"

Boro stopped, less than five meters from what he had said. It was clear to him that there was no one in front of him, but just a statue.

"Uncle Yan, what do you need me to help you with?

"yes, Kwill is dead. "Words and eyes are a little complicated.

"What did you come to the capital for?"

"Uncle, why do you ask that? I couldn't help it at the beginning, if Li Chaoyang hadn't saved me, maybe I would have frozen to death in the snow. I couldn't come with them. ”

"Do you need to lie in the face of an old man who is already dying?" Yan coughed, "Didn't you come to the capital to kill me!"

"Why should I kill you?

"Because I am the demon of desire......

Yan said and looked at Juejue, "Now you're going to kill me......"

"How could it be!" Boro couldn't believe it

Feeling someone pushing him from behind, Boro turned his head to find that Hua Niang had woken up. And she also took Shengsheng

"Flower girl, you ......"

"We can only live one ......"

(End of chapter)