Squeak.

The wooden door of the studio was pushed open from the outside, and a faint light shone in. Then, a figure cautiously flashed in, holding a flashlight to the painting that was housed in the room.

Most of the paintings collected by the owner of the castle are mainly oil paintings in the realistic style, and Su Cheng does not know much about oil paintings and cannot identify the authenticity of these paintings.

Several of the paintings depict horrific scenes, depicting the horrific scenes of the Black Death ravaging Europe hundreds of years ago, with countless corpses piled up.

At this moment, a terrifying bell suddenly sounded in the silent air.

The moment he heard the screaming death knell, Su Cheng was startled, his heartbeat sped up a few points, and he felt an extremely ominous aura spreading through the room.

The next moment, I saw countless black arms stretching out from these oil paintings, and grabbed Su Cheng with teeth and claws.

"Hell yes!"

Su Cheng's pupils shrank into pinpoint tips, and he only felt his blood pressure soar. In extreme fear, his nervous reaction was not slow at all, and he pulled out the [Shadow of the Wind] like lightning and slashed it over.

The light of the sword swept through the thick inky night, and several arms stretched out from the oil painting were cut off by Su Cheng with a single sword. At this time, however, more arms stretched out in the horror painting.

"I don't want to die, help me!"

"Please, don't leave me ......"

Blood-like ghost whispers echoed through the room, and Su Cheng's hairs stood on end, and a creepy chill seeped into his veins and bone marrow. Inside the room, dense black palms grabbed Su Cheng, leaving clear black palm prints on his body.

Being touched by ghost hands on his body, Su Cheng couldn't help but feel numb on his scalp, and his figure rushed to the door of the house in a flash.

But then, a black figure flashed through the door of the house, and then the door slammed shut from the outside.

"Damn!" Seeing this scene, Su Cheng couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth. If he knew who was framing him, he would definitely have to feed that person to the dog.

Just as he was about to break out of the window, an irresistible suction force came from an oil painting, and then Su Cheng turned into a black shadow and was dragged into the oil painting.

"What is this place?"

When he came to his senses, he found himself standing at the crossroads of a street.

Judging from the surrounding European-style buildings, this should be a city in Europe, but the strange thing is that this neighborhood is dead silent at this time. The cold wind was howling, and a stiff corpse lay on the side of the road. The camera zooms in, and there are no obvious wounds on these corpses, but there are expressions of extreme pain and horror on their faces, as if they have suffered great misfortune before they die.

"I think I was caught in the oil painting by something, which means that this is the world in the painting?"

Su Cheng held the [Shadow of the Wind] in one hand, slowly and vigilantly exploring this dark neighborhood.

At this time, his gaze fell on a roof wall, on which someone had written a swarthy, swarthy "P" letter with a black charcoal pen.

In medieval Europe, the Latin word "psetis" was used to refer to the Black Death, which ravaged Europe. In many places, the letter "P" is written on the wall to warn and alert passers-by that there is a black death patient living in this room.

Knock, knock, knock!

Suddenly, a melodious bell rang from a nearby church, and soon spread throughout the dead city.

Endless terror enveloped them, and the corpses that had died on the side of the road suddenly came to life.

In front of Su Cheng, a hideous-looking corpse struggled to stand up, staring at its green eyes like a zombie, and saliva dripping from the corners of its mouth. Like a hungry beast seeing a fat lamb, it stiffened and surrounded it.

"I'll go, I'm going to kill me!"

Having said that, Su Cheng's expression was very relaxed, and the speed of the living dead was as slow as a snail in his eyes. With the speed of his nerves, the living dead never wanted to touch a single hair of his hair.

The moment the living dead screamed and pounced, Su Cheng's eyes froze, and he held the knife in both hands and slashed out a full moon-shaped sword with himself as the center.

Whirling sword dance, week break!

This move is not a skill in the game, but a slashing technique that Su Cheng has figured out based on the Black Knight's whirling sword dance and the moves in the comics. Although there is no additional damage bonus, it is quite effective against large groups of enemies besieging them.

But when he saw it, a full moon-shaped brilliant sword spread out, instantly cutting down all the living dead who had rushed to Su Cheng's side.

Blood splattered, and the living dead broke apart from the middle and fell in pools of blood.

The red blood spread through the streets, and after killing the living dead, Su Cheng thought for a moment and walked in the direction where the bell came from.

Suddenly, a loud bang rang in his ears.

The wall with the word "P" written on it collapsed, and a group of living dead infected with the Black Death rushed out of it. What made Su Cheng's egg extremely painful was that these living dead seemed to have a hatred with him for killing his father and taking his wife, and they roared like beasts and chased after him.

At a cursory glance, thousands of living dead followed his ass in pursuit.

"Falk Squid!"

Su Cheng, who was chased and killed by tens of thousands of living dead, was frightened into a white sweat, and ran towards the church in front of him without looking back.

As the church bells rang louder and louder, all the corpses of the city who died of the Black Death came to life. A moment later, the army of the living dead who were chasing and killing Su Cheng continued to grow, like a black torrent surging.

At this time, a group of staggering living dead appeared in front of Su Cheng's eyes, leaning in his direction, blocking his way.

"Get out of here!"

There was a flash of murderous intent in his eyes, and the [Shadow of the Wind] came out of its sheath and slashed.

With a sharp slash swinging down, a strong air current swept out, sweeping towards the living dead who were blocking Su Cheng's front.

Storm of Blades!

In the next second, the living dead at the center of the storm were instantly torn to pieces, and pieces of diseased rotten flesh fell from the sky like a torrential rain.

Under the full sprint, Su Cheng fought his way out of the bloody path under the siege and interception of these living dead, and appeared in the church where the bell came.

At this time, on the bell tower a hundred meters away from Su Cheng, a priest in a black robe was striking the big bell.

The melodious sound of bells echoed over the city, and Su Cheng only felt as if someone was hitting his head with a hammer.

Before the living dead could chase after them, he put away his long knife, and a quaint longbow of demon breaking appeared in his hand.

I saw Su Cheng paste a flame burst charm on the Demon Breaking Arrow, pull the Demon Breaking Bow to the full string, aim at the black bell on the clock tower, and suddenly release the bowstring.

Shout~

The sound of sharp arrows tearing through the air sounded, and the demon-breaking arrow shot at the black bell with a "bang", and the powerful spiritual power directly pierced the bell.

A loud explosion was heard that shattered the sky, and the light of the fire illuminated the dark city as if it were day.

A scream of exhaustion was heard from the side of the bell tower, and the bell-ringer was instantly reduced to ashes in the flames.

The flames soared into the sky, and Su Cheng's eyes were filled with raging firelight. But the fire in the church swept through the city with the speed of a prairie fire, and thousands of the living dead were burned to ashes in the flames.

However, the strange thing is that Su Cheng, who was in the flames, couldn't feel a trace of heat.

As if he were a bystander, he watched from a unique perspective as the Black Death-ravaged city of death was purified by flames.

In a flash, the scene of the burning city in front of Su Cheng's eyes disappeared like a mirror. When he came to his senses, he had reappeared in the room where the paintings were kept.

"I'm out?"

Su Cheng, who escaped from the terrifying world in the painting, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and the scene he encountered in that painting before was still fresh in his memory.

At this time, his gaze was projected on the oil painting just now, and his expression changed in vain, revealing an expression of seeing a ghost.

I saw that the raging fire in the oil painting was not extinguished, but it intensified, burning the city of death and the oil painting itself.

A flame erupted from the paintings, as there were many precious paintings in this room. The fire spread all at once, and instantly became uncontrollable.

But the strange thing is that only the oil paintings collected by the owner of the castle caught fire, but the wooden structure of the house was not ignited by the flames.

This fire came strangely, and it was too late for Su Cheng to extinguish the fire.

"Don't burn me!"

"Ahh There's a fire, who's going to save me. ”

What is terrifying is that the figures in these paintings seem to come to life, with hideous and painful expressions on their faces, and they let out a cry of despair and terror.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of paintings in the room were burned in an instant, leaving only a pile of ashes, burned cleanly.

"Well, these paintings seem to be very expensive, so I guess I won't lose money."

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Su Cheng's mouth, these oil paintings collected by the owner of the castle were extremely valuable, even if he sold them, he couldn't afford to pay for them.

"Thank you."

Suddenly, a ghostly and ethereal voice sounded behind Su Cheng.

Su Cheng was excited, pressed one hand on the handle of the knife and turned around sharply, looking in the direction where the voice came from.

Behind him, I don't know when a girl appeared in a white dress with bare snow-white feet.

From the outside, the girl is about twenty years old, and her appearance is pure and beautiful, like a white lotus. With a relieved smile on her face, she looked at Su Cheng with a grateful expression.

"Who are you?"

He noticed that the body of the girl in the white dress was translucent, and it was supposed to be a ghost who had died. But judging by her appearance, she is not an evil spirit, and there should be no danger.

"I'm the caretaker here, thank you for ruining these cursed paintings and setting me free."

Through the information revealed from the mouth of the girl in the white dress, Su Cheng speculated that this girl should be one of the Earth Binding Spirits of this ancient castle. She seems to have been controlled by some evil force that forced her to become the caretaker of this famous painting collection. Because Su Cheng accidentally burned these cursed oil paintings, she was freed from her shackles.

"I'm going to die, I don't know how I can help you before that?"

The girl's soft voice sounded, her figure became fainter and fainter, and the expression on her face was very calm and peaceful.

"What secrets are hidden in this ancient castle?" Su Cheng thought for a moment, looked into the girl's eyes and asked.

"I've been here for so long that there's a lot of stuff I don't remember anymore. All I know is that the name of this castle is the Castle of Terror......"