The dark blue ball of light flew like a soaring bird through the castle, over the corridor, over the staircase, down the staircase to the top floor, and then stopped in front of an oil painting hanging on the wall.

Alan and the others followed it, and then arrived here.

The top floor of the castle belonged to the area of the lord's bedroom, where Alan usually lived, and now he felt a creepy feeling when he saw the ball of light flying here.

"You won't say, the ghost and I are neighbors, right?"

"Possibly. Raphael nodded, looking at the painting on the wall.

This oil painting depicts a noble lady in a black robe, wrapped in a headscarf, smiling slightly, a bit like the Mona Lisa smile of Allen's previous life, every time he sees it, there is a sense of trance that makes him travel through time and space, so when he first moved into the castle, he did not ask the servants to throw it away, but continued to hang it on the wall.

Now he regretted it a little.

The light ball flew to this point and then stood still, clinging to the oil painting, the lights of the corridor here have long been extinguished, the light of the light ball is the only light here, faint and clear, in a trance, the oil painting is reflected in the ghostly atmosphere.

However, this may be his psychological effect, and the oil painting is still the same, smiling slightly without the slightest movement.

"Are you sure it's this painting?" said Allen, who was also staring at the painting, but as he spoke, he placed his hand on Raphael's head and gestured.

A white light shone from Raphael's head, and the light enveloped his head like a large light bulb.

"If you use spells on me like this, I'll just..."

Raphael glared at Alan in annoyance, as if trying to express his displeasure, but a fierce and terrifying roar suddenly appeared in front of him, interrupting his words.

"Roar—"

The cry roared like a ghost, like midnight thunder, startling the two of them, and then they saw that the woman who had been smiling had become fierce in vain, as if the voice had come from her mouth.

"Well, it's really her. The two of them took a few steps back, and when they saw the change in the oil painting, they didn't interrupt, but just watched quietly.

As they watched, the flat body of the black-robed noblewoman seemed to have turned into real flesh and blood, and now black blood was constantly emerging from the seven orifices, penetrating the oil painting, and constantly dripping to the ground.

But it is obviously not real flesh and blood, because when the black blood flows, the oil painting is gradually disformed by this strange blood.

The originally beautiful painting was constantly distorted by this situation, and finally became a colorful stain, and the colors on it also flowed down with the black blood, and gradually gathered into a pool of noisy colored sewage.

"Is there always such a scene when a ghost appears? But this is the only one I have in oil?"

Although this scene was terrifying, because Raphael was standing calmly and calmly by his side, Alan did not feel how nervous, but noticed this unreasonableness.

"It's not always like this, it's revealing its true identity. Raphael replied.

Watching the sludge-like pool of water continue to spread upwards and begin to outline a humanoid figure, Alan nodded as if he didn't understand.

Then he suddenly raised his right hand and opened it, and his palm emitted bursts of shining golden light, as if he was holding a glowing mirror in his hand, and without hesitation, he raised it and went straight to the sludge that had gathered and formed.

"Thorn-"

The golden light suddenly brightened, enveloping the whole body of the sludge, a sound like frying appeared, and the sludge that had not yet been fully formed let out a terrible roar, the golden light corroded, and the condensed semi-finished product shattered violently and scattered in all directions, and a white shadow flashed from it, and disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye.

The mud splashed, and when they approached the two of them, they were blocked by a blue light shield, which was a spell that Raphael had prepared in advance, so as not to turn the two into two "soup chickens".

"What are you doing?" Raphael looked at Alan angrily: "People are not ready!"

"Why did you ask her to prepare? wouldn't it be good to just kill her?" Alan wondered.

Raphael said, "But can't you talk to me before you do it?"

"But why are you waiting for it to be condensed before you do it?" Alan still held on.

"I..." Raphael suddenly realized that he was speechless, so he rolled his eyes angrily: "Okay, you have a point, what now?"

"Catching up, of course. Ai Ethics said of course, but his footsteps did not move.

Raphael was a little puzzled.

"Why are you waiting for me?"

Alan nodded and said, "Who knows if it will be ambushed in front, I don't dare to take risks." ”

“......”

"You're so smart!"

Seeing that the blue ball of light had already flown farther and farther, Raphael no longer hesitated and ran to follow.

The blue ball of light flew very fast, and it looked like a sparrow flying in full force in mid-air, but the speed of the white ghost seemed to be faster, and they chased for a long time, and the ball of light did not stop.

From the top floor to the second floor, from the second floor to the basement, from the basement to the outside of the castle, from the outside of the castle and back again....

As if playing tricks on them, the ghost kept turning back and forth, leaving Alan and the others tired to cope.

And so on, I don't know how long,

Alan didn't feel anything about it, but Raphael was already panting.

"You can't believe me when I say I'll clean you up, but now you're tired, like a stupid donkey!

"So have you ever observed what a donkey looks like when it's in heat?"

Raphael looked stunned, and then hurriedly said, "I didn't!"

"And how do you know?"

"I..."

"By the way, don't you fly? Why don't you fly?"

"I'm flying very slowly, and I'm not very familiar with it yet. ”

"Well, you poop. ”

“......”

The two "talked" as they chased, and when they were once again lost to the white ghost, Raphael stopped.

"I can't go on like this, that ghost doesn't have physical exertion, if I rub against her, I can rub you all night, you can stand it, I can't stand it!"

"Do you have any good ideas?" Alan also felt that this was not a problem.

"Let's scatter. ”

Raphael gasped and said, "It doesn't know my details at all, so it can't be afraid of me, but you see it's scurrying back and forth like a fly now, obviously frightened by your spell, so it won't stop." ”

"Makes sense. Alan nodded, then asked, "Are you sure I'm okay with it?"

"According to my analysis, it is. Raphael's words are a bit unreliable. However, Alan thought about it and agreed to his plan.

"Then I'm blocking it at the door, and you're going to chase it inside?"

"I think it's better for you to go inside and chase it. "Rafael is clearly not hopeful about his physical strength.

"I'm not sure I'll be able to deal with that ghost. Alan said, "If someone kills you, it's a joke." ”

"Don't worry, I will only mourn you at that time, and no one will laugh at you. Raphael made a joke, but also felt that Allen was right.

"Maybe I can replace Simon and let him chase him...."

Thinking of this, the thoughtful middle-aged mage no longer hesitated, said goodbye to Allen, and then ran in the direction of the stairs.

Alan stood still and took a deep breath, staring intently.

The castle gates were open, and the moonlight shrouded in them, reflecting a narrow shadow on the floor of the hall.

The courtyard behind him was unusually cold, because of the appearance of ghosts, the servants and even the guards had already hid under the command of the butler - they had no way to deal with this disembodied monster.

The ugly cries of crows rang out from the branches in the courtyard, and Alan vaguely remembered that it seemed that there were no crows here before, and now it was because of this sudden appearance of the ghost that ran here?

Why is this so?

Or is it just a coincidence?

Thoughts flew in her mind, and I don't know how long it took, a white shadow suddenly rushed down the stairs in the depths of the hall, and when she saw that the door of the hall was open, she didn't hesitate at all, and quickly shot there!

Seeing the white shadow coming, Alan took a deep breath.

"Get out of here!"

A burst of divine light bloomed from the dim castle gate, and Allen's arms stretched forward, and the five fingers of his two hands were wide open towards the white shadow, the golden light was dazzling, and the ghost flew back upside down with a scream, and then crashed directly into Simon, the mage who was rushing behind

Simon didn't panic in the face of the sudden white shadow, but quickly took a few steps back, and then—

"Tsumm—"

A loud incantation rang out from Simon's mouth as he pointed his finger up at the ghost.

The ghost didn't seem to have recovered from the stimulation of the golden light, and struggled in midair, involuntarily crashing into Simon by inertia.

"Gondlaka—"

Looking at the shadow of the white lady getting closer and closer, Simon's eyes were calm, and there was no panic in the slightest.

"Dorje Bean——!"

The last spell fell, a chill flashed from its fingertips, and the figure in front of Simon froze as the ghost rushed towards it, and a burst of crystal clear ice gradually spread through its illusory body in mid-air, eventually freezing it into a statue...