"Damn...... That's why what I hate the most is solving puzzles......"

Roland gritted his teeth and walked into the darkened door of the inn with a whistling voice, screaming, and a loud joke full of complaints.

"Miss Herland, have you ever seen anything like that?"

Robert finally came to his senses.

Roland nodded unabashedly.

"That's right. In my experience, it shouldn't be dangerous at first, just a little scary-"

Before Roland could finish speaking, the moment the last person passed through the door of the inn, the annoying noise came to an abrupt end, and the lights of the chandelier on the ceiling of the inn seemed to have a voice-activated sensor, and all of them were lit up at the same time as the noise disappeared.

At the same time as the candle flame is lit, the soft dim yellow light suddenly illuminates all the sight as far as the eye can see.

Suddenly, Roland's pupils shrank instantly, the words in his mouth were suddenly choked, and the steps under his feet immediately stopped.

In the warm dim yellow light, the black blood stains on the lobby of the inn were very conspicuous. The tables and chairs in the hall were scattered in large pieces, and almost none of the wall decorations survived, all shattered on the floor.

Along with the ornaments, there were also a large number of drinking vessels that crumbled on the ground. Many of the liquor companies have long since dried up when they are sprinkled on the ground, leaving sticky marks that make the dust in those places appear a little deeper, and some of the liquor is mixed with blood stains, which are spread out into a lighter jet-black mark on the ground.

The inside of the inn is not as lively as it sounds from the outside.

To be precise, it's empty. Only a corpse that had been dead for a long time and had long since withered looked at the door, his abdomen pierced by a table leg. There was a weird smile on the corner of his mouth.

Beneath it, a bright red trail looked like a corpse had been dragged by. It staggered to the gate, where Roland was now standing.

In addition, the hall could only see countless gray-white fragments, scattered thinly or densely on the ground. Some of the thinner grayish-white fragments can also be seen with scarlet flecks.

The strong smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of vomit that had come from before seemed to be just an illusion. Right now. A gust of wind came from outside the hotel, and the bitter smell of some blood accompanied by the smell of dust hit the faces of Roland and the others.

Roland was silent for a long time.

Then Roland continued in a slightly hoarse voice: "...... It's just a little scary. As you've seen, it's not a big deal. ”

“…… Sorry, Luo ...... Herlan, that ground, seems to ...... I mean," Anroth's voice began to stutter, "that guy is probably already dead, isn't he?" But it's fresh blood......"

An Ruosi's face was alarmed, and he pointed to the blood that was still steaming under the corpse. Fingers trembled slightly. A bloody wind mixed with bloody qi happened to blow, and his pupils instantly dilated with deepening fear.

“…… Did he open the door for us? Herland! You're a pastor! Please, dispel it—"

"Calm down, Anros. Like Herlan said, it's not dangerous, it's just a little scary," Robert's hand went around Anros's back and pressed his shoulder tightly, "Don't be too ashamed of you......

Even though Robert's tone was very calm, his face was paler than before.

Roland knows. This is by no means his poor psychological quality.

After all, knowing that the White Tower has incomparably accurate polygraph capabilities, camp detection capabilities, and the ability to easily check the eighteenth generation of ancestors, Robert must be the most outstanding group of special people in Titan's generation. Workers.

The point is, after being modified by that drunkard director. This sorcery also includes the unpopular curse spells of "Fear Deepening" and "Reason Burning", and it also adds the signature witchcraft of "Panic" to it.

Not to mention An Ruosi and Robert, even Roland, who had been mentally prepared, felt that his heartbeat had begun to accelerate.

That's when it happened. The cold wind that smelled of blood blew in his face, making Roland shiver.

…… Let's close the door first.

Roland thought so. He lowered his sword slightly and turned his head. He said to Joseph, who was standing at the back, "Joseph, go and close the door." ”

Joseph simply nodded silently, turned and closed the door.

However, at the moment when the door closed, an extremely terrible scream came from outside the door, making Roland and the others all look at it.

"Help! Let me in! Here, already—"

The screams were getting closer, and the voice of a last middle-aged man appeared in the doorway. The voice was a little muffled, as if the speaker's mouth was stuffed with something.

The sound alone could hear the panic of the people outside the door.

Then, there was a sound of banging on the door. The voice of the man outside the door disappeared with the sound of the door banging.

The force of the knock on the door was so great that even Roland and the others in the hotel could feel the ground shaking, the dust that had been on the ceiling for a long time was falling down, and the chandelier overhead was shaking, and the lights were dimming and bright.

This feeling......

Roland immediately realized that something was wrong.

It wasn't like a hard banging or kicking on the door, but rather someone pulling someone by the hair and slamming him against the door.

Almost at the same time, Robert was also aware of the problem.

Without hesitation, he rushed forward, grabbed the doorknob and tried to open it.

But in any case, this door cannot be opened.

"Tsk......"

Without hesitation, Robert raised the ceremonial knife, drew an X-shaped pattern on the palm of his left hand, and pressed his left hand against the door.

The next moment, a huge roar like a cannon roar sounded.

It's a combat sorcery called Aerial Blast, which some swordsmen also learn and use when assassinating enemies who are not afraid of piercing and slashing.

The Aerial Explosion Technique was originally created to increase the ability of instant disguise to combat wizards in aerial combat, but if this thruster-like sorcery is directly used to hit people, it can also play a good effect.

Not to mention facing the gate of the hotel, even the gate of the city wall can have some effect.

However, Roland didn't even need to look at it to know that Robert would definitely fail-

Sure enough. A huge wave of qi swept through Robert's left hand.

The hurricane raged through the room, blowing broken tables and chairs into the corners of the room, pushing away the gray-white rubble on the floor, and blowing out most of the candles from the chandelier on the ceiling.

The lights in the room were suddenly much dimmer.

Robert was so flicked by his own sorcery that he slammed into the ceiling and fell miserably at Anroth's feet, letting out a faint wail like a wounded animal.

Roland took a rough look and found that Robert's left wrist was unnaturally twisted, and the cross-shaped bloody mouth in his palm exploded like a flower, revealing the bloody musculature inside.

But the door remained unharmed. Not even a scratch.

But at that moment, the door opened inwards as if it had been slammed open.

Under the inexplicable force, the door was instantly opened to the limit, and then bounced back and closed again.

But at that moment, Roland's extraordinary perception was keenly aware of a man wearing a black robe similar to his own standing in the doorway, his body splattered with blood.

The door of the inn, which had been open for only a moment, was already stained with various liquids, like an abstract painting.

A viscous mixture of dark red and yellow-white that was still slowly flowing downward, as well as a few yellowish white shards, were sticking to the door.

However, the middle-aged man who was supposed to be lying on the ground with his head exploded, Roland didn't see it.

However, the moment Roland opened the door, he saw that the mouths of the two gargoyle statues at the door were full of bright red, and the demon-like hideous heads turned one hundred and eighty degrees, staring at Roland exactly -

The only good news was that, because of the obscuration of the body, only Roland and Joseph, who had no sense of fear, could see this scene. The realization of the others was blocked by Roland's body, and they did not see this terrifying scene.

However, at the moment when the door opened and closed, something soft and flopping out of the door dripping with blood and brains flew out along with the plasma, and smashed right on Roland's face.

Roland took it off and looked at it, and found that it was actually a deflated eyeball.

Color...... The same with their own eyes.

Suddenly, Roland's pupils trembled violently.

Under the influence of witchcraft, Roland only felt as if his brain had been pricked by a needle, and something exploded, and his brain went blank in an instant, and he almost screamed.

It took two breaths before Roland gradually eased up.

His heart was beating so hard that it was about to explode, and his breathing was rapid......

"Interesting ......"

Roland pursed his lips and smiled with pleasure to a soft smile.

He pressed his right hand to his chest, as if to suppress the faster and faster heartbeat.

Feeling the long-lost fear pumping to his whole body with the contraction of his heart, Roland's smile gradually became hideous, his silver-gray pupils trembled violently, and a trace of duskness gradually emerged from the depths.

…… That's great!

"Mentor on ......"

Roland muttered, his right hand clenched hard, clutching the deflated eyeball into slag.

“…… Damn scum, I'll leave you with a whole corpse. (To be continued......)

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