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The painting shows a beautiful woman, with a long white dress decorated with large bright red roses, which is strange and inexplicable.

Ye Weilan had collected her paintings, which were torn off by Qi Ye, so she was very impressed.

This bloody rose is the most terrifying woman in the history of Europe.

Thinking of the strange dream I had before, could this be the castle where this woman committed the crime back then?

Ye Weilan had questions, and looked around with a flashlight, and his eyes suddenly froze.

In the room, there is a long table and a diary, which are quietly spread out in front of the table.

The blood in Ye Weilan's whole body suddenly became hot, her eyes were fixed on the diary, and she slowly touched it.

When the power of faith is mixed with malice, cunning, and greed, it becomes a butcher's knife for the destruction of mankind, and the descendants of the Bathory family must always be vigilant against evil believers, pass on the pure faith from generation to generation, and always maintain the self-confidence and nobility of the family.

Ye Weilan finished reading the cover sentence, his eyes were slightly condensed.

I don't know why she was a little nervous, as if she had come into contact with a big secret that no one knew.

She took the flashlight and slowly opened the diary.

1344, Château de la Crow, France.

It was a dark age, and the human soul was twisted, and they did not believe in science, astronomy, medicine, mechanical industry...... They will only prostrate at the feet of the sanctimonious marauders, begging God to forgive their sins.

This is a time when there is no light at all, war, the Black Death, servile thoughts...... The predators are noble, and the exploiters are grateful.

The room was quiet and could only hear Ye Weilan's pounding heartbeat, as if she was about to jump out of her chest, she continued to turn.

It's a long, wonderful story.

Madame Bathory, recorded in her diary, was a woman with a passion for life, a brilliant talent, a believer in love, art, and medicine.

And each of these was a taboo word in the society at that time.

She was young and beautiful, born into a noble family, owned a large number of serfs and land, and her ideas were completely contrary to those of the rulers of the time, and she could not bear to see the times fall, and used her medical skills to help those who were sentenced to death by the Holy See.

Later, she was denounced, and a large-scale war broke out between the Bathory family and the Holy See.

She had many defenders, most of whom she had rescued in the first place, most of whom were like-minded atheists who banded together to form the Roscrusade, which began a years-long struggle against the Holy See.

The outcome of the war ended in a victory for the Holy See.

Mrs. Bathory was sentenced to life imprisonment and died in the attic at the age of sixty.

Although this story is completely different from what Ye Weilan has heard, it has nothing to do with her in such a long time.

Ye Weilan continued to flip.

Man is an inherently fragile creature, and the declaration of "God" exists for a day, and pure faith never comes.

When one day, the "gods" will show the devil's minions, and the world will recognize their ferocity and hideousness, and the light of faith will be sprinkled all over the earth, and the world will enter another civilization from then on.

When Ye Weilan saw this, a strange feeling flashed in her heart, she was about to continue to scroll down, when the afterglow suddenly floated to the ground, and a shadow was slowly coming.

It was a humanoid creature, walking in an indescribably strange posture, limping and dragging uncomfortably.

There was a strange smell of liquid floating in the air, and there was a faint sound of ticking water.