The carriage was closed day and night, and soon after three days, although it was still driving along the trail of the road, it was already possible to feel that the surroundings were becoming more and more remote, and the weeds on both sides of the road were becoming more and more vigorous.

In the carriage, a piece of paper was floating in the air with Anglie's fingers, and its nimble movements were like a flying elf!

With the enhancement of his own mental power, the effect of this trick will continue to increase, and at this stage, Anglie can only manipulate his mental power to control objects below 1 kilogram, and the range of control is within three meters. Learning this trick seems to have an extra pair of handy hands.

The Earth Walking Technique and the Earth Wall Technique An Gelie are also being cultivated, and the Earth Walking Technique is already about to be successfully cultivated.

It is estimated that before the Violet Realm, Angliel's various tricks can basically be cultivated, and then the cultivation of the two dark quasi-wizards will begin.

"Boom!" there was a thunderclap, and the gloomy sky outside began to rain after this thunder, and the rain became heavier and heavier, and when it was too heavy to distinguish the road ahead, Yorif decided to postpone his trip.

If you deviate from the path in the rain and get lost, it will be more than worth the loss.

Jorif parked the carriage under a slightly protruding rock wall on a high ground, ready to continue on the road when the rain subsided.

Although there was a tarp on the roof of the driver's seat, the rain was too strong and the rain would still splash on his body, so Yorif took out an oil-soaked waterproof poncho from the box under his seat and put it on, and then got out of the car and put a tarpaulin on the horse.

"Huh?" Jorif, who was about to rest for a while, noticed that not far away, the outline of a house suddenly appeared, and it was very unreal to see in the hazy rain.

"What's wrong. Angle, sensing the surprise in Yorif's tone, leaned out of the carriage and asked.

"Oh, sir, look over there. Yorif pointed to the house in the rain.

"Oh, it doesn't look like it's that remote, why don't you drive the carriage over. Anglie asked, it was not comfortable to be in the cramped space of the carriage for a long time, and it was of course best to be able to go into the house and rest for a while.

"Uh...... Sir, you may not know, but there is a rule in our chariot and horse industry: only take the route you have planned, and try not to provoke everything on the road. And that house seems to be a little weird. Yorif said seriously. The house he hadn't seen before, but then it seemed to have suddenly appeared. Or maybe I'm dazzled?, Yorif thought to himself.

"That's a good guideline. Angliel nodded, ordinary people can indeed avoid many dangers if they do this.

"You drive the carriage to the gate over there, and then you wait for me outside. Isn't that a breach of your rules?" said Anglie again. He didn't know how long it was going to rain, and he thought it would be a good idea to disturb the house over there. It's not comfortable to hold in the cramped space of the carriage.

He himself is an unnatural existence, so naturally he will not be afraid of anything weird or not, if he can really encounter some strange things, it will be a good spiritual flavoring on the road.

"This ......" Yorif thought about it, he was an employer, so he could only reluctantly agree.

The carriage moved slowly, and in a short time it was in front of the house.

"Then sir, I'll be waiting for you outside, and I'll pick you up as soon as the rain stops. Jorif graciously handed him an oilcloth to Angle.

"There's something you can call me out about. Yorif said again uneasily.

Anglie smiled and nodded, put the tarpaulin over his head and got out of the carriage, beckoning Yorif to go back.

Yorif slowly turned around in the carriage and went back to the rock wall to wait.

Angre turned, walked a few steps to the edge of the door of the house, and placed the tarpaulin in the space bag. Without the rain blocking, this two-storey house clearly appeared in Anglie's eyes.

"What a beautiful house," Angliel exclaimed. Even to his eyes beyond most people in this world, the house was exquisitely beautiful with a smooth surface cast of dark gray rock.

"It feels like it was just built. Angre thought to himself as he looked at the brand-new exterior of the house, undamaged. It's also a little too new. Stepped forward and pulled the deadbolt and knocked.

After knocking three times in a row, no one responded, and Angli tried to sense the situation inside with his mental power, but found that it seemed that because of the rain, the doors and windows of this house were all closed tightly, and there was no place for mental power to penetrate into it.

Just then, the door suddenly opened. A beautiful little brunette girl appeared timidly behind the door.

"Uncle, are you here to take shelter from the rain, come in. The little girl looked at the pouring rain outside the house and seemed a little frightened.

"What a well-behaved child, what about your adults?" asked Angle. Suddenly, I felt that this question was a bit like a special sentence for bad people.

"Oh, my dad is not feeling well upstairs and told me to open the door. The little girl said. "Come in, it's raining so hard outside!" Anne seemed to be afraid of the rain, and hid her whole body inside the door.

"Then I'm not going to bother you. Anglie went into the house and found that there were many candles lit in the house, and it looked very bright. There was also a fireplace burning in the hall, which was warm and drove away the damp moisture in the house.

The little girl closed the door and immediately ran to the side of the blanket area, which seemed to be the area specially prepared by the owner of the house for small children, where there was a plush stroller, the little girl glanced into the car, as if to see that the sleeping baby inside had not woken up, relieved and then played in the pile of rag dolls on the side.

"Ahem, guest, please take care of yourself, I'm not feeling well and can't go downstairs to entertain you personally, I'm sorry. A frail middle-aged male voice came down from upstairs.

"No, thank you very much for your hospitality. Angel laughed. Strange as it felt, Anglie walked over and sat down on the sofa on the side of the drawing-room, which was soft and much more comfortable than in a hard carriage.

"What's your name?" asked Angle, looking at the cute little girl who was amusing herself.

"My name is Anne and I'm eight years old. Anne looked up and replied, then went back to playing with herself.

Listening to the majestic sound of rain outside, knowing that he couldn't hear it for a while, Anglie closed his eyes and rested on the sofa with peace of mind.

I don't know how long it took, but when Anglie opened his eyes, the sound of rain was still there, Anne was still playing her ragdoll game inside, and the baby in the stroller didn't seem to have woken up.

There was some eerie silence in the room.

Angre frowned, turned his head to look at the flames in the fireplace that had not changed in the slightest, and realized that something was wrong.

Anglie got up, walked quickly to the door, pressed the doorknob, and let Anglie use his best strength, but the handle did not move at all.