Seeing the shadow of the tree that had turned into the devil in her heart, she couldn't help but be even more frightened, holding her breath, her heart beating faster, and she was so frightened that she just wanted to scream.

He turned and rushed to the door where the maid had just left, wanting to follow her. Even if the maid didn't want her to follow, she was determined not to leave. The face can't be eaten as food, or a small life matters. The so-called loss of festival is small, and scaring death is big!

The corridor was still so long and dim, and the footsteps echoed...... Well...... The footsteps didn't echo, after all, she didn't wear shoes......

From time to time, she looked forward, imagining that the maid was waiting for her in the bright and extinguishing fire in front of her, and from time to time she shrank her head and looked back with her heart, for fear that the imaginary demons and ghosts would follow.

At this time, she hated to put her back against the wall and walk sideways like a crab. But it's not good to have too much imagination - she's still afraid that when her back is against the wall, a hand will appear on the wall, a grimace, then she will kneel directly!

It seemed like a century had passed, and finally, after turning a corner, she saw a faint light in the middle of the road in front of her. In front of it is the maid's resting place.

Stepping through the door, she was stunned, did she go wrong? Or do you remember wrong?

She looked at the familiar layout and doubted herself. After all, this room is exactly the same as the one I left during the day! Isn't it true that the layout of each room is the same?

Maid, yes, ask the maid!

She searched for the maid, lifted the curtains, and looked at the bottom of the bed, completely forgetting how she was going to ask her doubts.

Unfortunately, she was unable to find the maid as she had hoped. Or rather, the maid wasn't in the house at all.

She felt that her brain was about to start to be disordered, and a thousand things were entangled, but she didn't know how to sort it out.

She had obviously followed the maid in, and the maid couldn't have run to another door the moment she looked back at the courtyard! The road leads directly to this house, and there is no one or anything on the road, not even a sound of footsteps.

It's scary to think about.

She felt that everything around her looked so terrible, and she couldn't help but feel a chill on her back, trembling like an old man, and crawled into bed and hid under the covers with her hands and feet. The warmth and snuggling quilt brought a slight sense of security. She looked at the window without pages, the door without the door, and although it was a little more reassuring than the courtyard, it was still as if she was in danger and had nowhere to hide. It was as if the next moment, the darkness outside would invade and swallow the place.

She curled up in the quilt and wrapped her head in it, shielding everything from the outside. It seemed that only then would she be able to feel a little more secure to get through the long night.

Every once in a while, she lifted a small corner of the quilt and peeked out the window to see if it was dawn. I looked at it countless times, but it still didn't dawn. She struggled to keep herself from falling asleep, for fear that the darkness outside would sweep over her dreams. There may be no end to this endless darkness, her eyes are unfocused, her brain is confused, and her eyelids seem to be glued together, but why hasn't the sky dawned yet......

"Click".

A slight dull metal bump sounded, instantly waking her from her dream, which had fallen asleep with her heart in her hands. It's horrible! She actually fell asleep accidentally!

Quickly lifted a corner of the quilt to look out, and she finally saw the familiar gray sky. It was finally dawn. All of a sudden, she was like she had been pardoned, and she lost the nervousness, anxiety, and fear of the previous night.

Relieved, she lifted the covers to see where the sound was coming from. It was the squire from last night. He saw her poke her head out sleepily and defensively, but he saluted her, and then turned away, leaving behind a table of breakfast.

Yes, the maid said last night that the next three meals would be brought over. In that case, this is indeed the room where she woke up yesterday.

She was eager to ask the attendant, where was the maid? Why did she disappear last night? Why did she follow the maid last night and go back to her house?

But......

Who set her dumb? Come, come out, she promises not to kill him!

Looking at the figure of the attendant leaving, she thought indignantly.

After breakfast, she walked to the door, and then walked into the long, dimly lit corridor, wanting to go to the main hall to see what was wrong with the door of the inner room, maybe that was the key to her character upgrade. Maybe she'll be able to speak, or she'll be able to talk to the people behind the scenes, or she'll be able to know some clues. It's scary to know nothing about where you're in or to be powerless.

Looking at the familiar layout of the main hall in the door, her eyes were straight and her head was confused, and she couldn't figure out what the situation was.

Didn't she just walk into the corridor and not walk out yet? Isn't the corridor leading to the courtyard? Isn't this place in front of you the main hall? Didn't the main hall come from the gate in the courtyard? The main hall doesn't have another door, right? She's just been to the yard? No, she wasn't sure she didn't. Even carefully recalled, she did follow the maid last night, but the maid disappeared.

She had a faint guess in her mind and thought of a possibility.

Walking through the door of the main hall, she saw that the main hall was empty. The temple was originally terrifyingly silent, but fortunately, the light leaked in, and I felt that it was not as frightening as I imagined in my heart.

Perhaps, the light itself can bring endless hope and strength.

The purpose of her coming to the main hall today is clear and clear, since she has settled down a little, she doesn't care about anything else. As yesterday, I took the nearest torch, lifted the drape that hung and covered it, and did not have time to admire the richness of the curtain, and went straight to the door of the inner chamber. What has nothing but a gorgeous appearance but no substance is not a substitute for something more important. For example, this enigmatic inner chamber door.

She scrutinized every stone on the door, and it didn't seem to have any clues. I had no choice but to expand the scope of the search, but it was an ordinary door frame and an ordinary wall. However, the stone outside the door frame is much larger than the stone inside the door frame, and the size is almost the same......

"What are you doing?"

A stern shout rang out, and her heart fluttered violently when she was very focused, and her thoughts were dragged back. Reflexively look back at the source of the sound. It was the young man I had seen yesterday, and he was looking at her, frowning, and there seemed to be a fire in his eyes, and he was hurrying towards her.

Before she could react, she saw him walk to her side, snatch the torch from her hand, squeeze her wrist fiercely and said, "Who allowed you to come here?" This is the holiest place in the Great Greek Hidden Temple, and not everyone can come there! ”

This tone and demeanor, compared to the arrogant and domineering woman yesterday, is really a mountain and a mountain high!

"...... "Oops, it hurts, it hurts......

The pain made her struggle subconsciously, but she suddenly heard the maid of the hidden hall say behind him, "It's the hall master." ”

The force on his wrist eased slightly, but he was still restrained, and the other party had no intention of letting go.

"The hall master has always explained that he must treat this young lady as a guest, and she can freely reach every corner of the hidden hall, including this inner room. As long as she can get in. Is Your Highness going against the will of the Lord of the Temple, and using your country as an enemy of my hidden hall? ”

The maid was no longer as respectful as yesterday, and seemed to look at him and her country with the posture of a superior person.

It seems that this hidden hall and its owner are far above the country and its rulers.