The damp musty smell in the room was very strong, and the things you could see in the light were nothing more than some furniture and the like, all of which were the same color as the whole of the castle, showing a blood-red color.

Now that I have arrived in the castle, I am not in a hurry to go out, but carefully search to see if there is any trace of my grandfather's visit. It was indeed a bit unexpected that the armor that was outside just now could move, so I was even more cautious when I entered this room.

I first found the oil lamps in this room and lit them one by one. These oil lamps are the same as the ones I have in my hand, there is no lamp oil in them, but the wick can be lit, and I don't know what the bottom of the lamp holder is made of, or what is hidden, so that the wick can still burn without oil.

The oil lamp illuminates the whole room very brightly, and the room is not complicated, and it is clear at a glance. The room consisted of a table, a few stools, and a few decorative vases in the corners, making it look like a living room.

However, a painting on the wall attracted me, it was very strange, it was clearly a painting of a person, but there were no facial features on the face, like an unfinished painting. But if a painting is not finished, how can it be hung on the wall and framed.

Staring at the man in ancient costume with a sword at his waist. Looking at the white-clothed, slightly chic body, I supplemented his facial features in my mind, but no matter how I added it, I just felt a little out of place with this painting.

After looking at it for a long time, I shook my head self-deprecatingly, I don't care what this painting does, my main goal now is to find someone, not to appreciate the painting.

Just as my eyes left the painting, the jade pendant on my chest burned without warning. The ghost was nearby, and I pulled out my dragon knife and searched for people around. Since there were several bodies of armor without flesh when I was in the outer room before, I now searched in this room to see if there were any of those things.

After a careful search, there was nothing, and I still refused to let go. Until now, the tips of the jade pendant have never been missed. Carrying a dragon knife and an oil lamp, he glanced around the room, found another door to go out, and cautiously walked in that direction.

As soon as he took two steps, he felt a fresh breeze blowing in his ears, and then his arm was cold, as if he had been cut by a sharp weapon. I hurriedly took two steps back and looked at my arm, where I saw that my clothes had been dyed red, and a long cut had been made there.

It seems that it was really not an illusion just now, but it was really scratched by a sharp weapon. I turned around and looked around, but in this room, there was no one out of me, not even anything that could move.

Just as he was about to take out gauze from his backpack to bandage the wound, he felt that someone was attacking again, and he hurriedly fell on the spot and rolled directly to the pillar next to the wall. When I turned around, I saw that the oil lamp near the place where I was standing had broken into two halves, half still on the lamp base and the other half on the ground.

I am full of vigilance against this "enemy" who can only be aware of its existence, but cannot be seen. He put his backpack and oil lamp directly on the ground, held the dragon knife in both hands, and listened carefully to the nearby movements.

At the slightest stir, I swung my knife and slashed around. I didn't get a single cut, but I didn't get scratched again, which is a good sign.

I walked around the room cautiously with the dragon knife in both hands, risking that I would be stabbed if I wasn't careful. But that dragon knife gave me great confidence and courage, and I had the feeling that I could control the world with a knife in my hand.

Once again, I stood under the painting, and seeing that there was no movement around me, I glanced back at the painting. Just this glance, I was even more shocked, there was only a blank space left on this painting, and the figure in white clothes but no facial features just now no longer knew where it had gone.

Could it be that the person who attacked me was the one in the painting? As soon as this idea came to me, I directly rejected it, how could the person in the painting attack me. The feeling of being scratched by a sharp object just now is very real, it must be a metal sharp weapon, which is definitely not something that the person in the painting can hold.

Just as I was thinking, the movement came again, and there was a slight sound behind my ears, like the roar of a sword. I was terrified, I was able to produce a sword roar, and I had no confidence that I could stop this invisible attack with such speed and power.

But at this moment, the dragon pattern knife in my hand was not under my control, and it could even be said that the dragon pattern knife had already controlled my arm. As soon as I heard the sound of the sword, the dragon knife took the back of my hand and looked fiercely at my side and back.

Then I heard a metal crash, and I felt the strength of my arm, and the dragon knife collided with something, and my mouth was numb, and my arm began to lose the slightest strength.

But the dragon knife still drove my arm, slashing at the back, making a metallic crashing sound, and even splashing sparks.

The collision of such strength made my arm unbearable, and I wanted to get rid of the dragon knife I was holding, but I couldn't let go of it, and the dragon knife seemed to be stuck in my hand. I secretly complained in my heart, and now I can only resist the pressure caused by the impact, and I don't know how many times I have to touch it.

Just when I thought that my arm might be broken at any time, I only heard the crisp sound of "nails". This is the sound of a weapon breaking in a collision and falling to the ground.

I hurriedly looked at the dragon knife in my hand and was relieved to find that the dragon knife was unscathed. If the dragon knife was not damaged, the damage must be the weapon that collided with the dragon knife, I was overjoyed, and hurriedly looked down at the ground, and found that there was no shadow of the blade broken on the ground.

The dragon knife in my hand was still driving my arm and slashing hard towards the opposite side. This slash turned out to be like a solid slash on something's body. After looking at me, all I heard was a "bump", as if something had fallen to the ground.

At the same time that the thing fell to the ground, the dragon pattern knife also returned to normal. I looked at the ground and still couldn't find anything. The arm was already numb and had no strength, so he stuck the dragon pattern knife on the ground, and slowly rubbed the arm that was controlled by the dragon pattern knife just now with his other hand, and after rubbing it for a long time, that arm regained some strength.

Get the scabbard back, and put the dragon pattern knife into the sheath with difficulty. Now I felt very tired, so I went straight over and leaned against the pillar and sat next to the backpack.

Opposite the seat where I was sitting, it happened to be the position of the painting. When I raised my head, I saw that on the empty drawing paper just now, the figure in white clothes with no facial features jumped on the paper again.

And this time it was different from when I first saw it, this time the figure's clothes looked a little messy, and there was no sword hanging, and the most surprising thing was that the person in the painting actually had a broken arm.

Could it be that the person who attacked me just now was really the person in this painting? When I passed by the painting, I was shocked by the person in the painting, who came out of the painting and attacked me, so that the painting was blank; And the dragon knife cuts off the sword in the hand of the person in the painting, and at the same time cuts off an arm, so this is the case in the painting now.

The more I think about it, the more likely it is, and now I am afraid for a while. If there is no dragon knife, when the person in the painting appears, he can't see anything, maybe he will be stabbed through the heart if he is not careful, but he will directly explain it here.

I definitely can't stay here for long, although I still have some fatigue, but I still quickly picked up the backpack on the ground, carried the oil lamp and the dragon knife, and walked towards the door I found before.

Outside the door is an open-air passageway, and the light is suddenly increased a lot. On the left-hand side of the aisle is a small pool, with dark green plants floating in it, which look a little out of place in the blood-red tone of the castle.

After a few steps, he entered the darkness again. It's still in the hallway, but the hallway has gone inside. Every few steps on both sides of the aisle, you can see blood-red doors, and behind each door is a ** room.

Now I have to go into every room to find my grandfather's traces, lest I miss a little. Turn around and start with the first one on your right hand.

The door is only slightly hidden and can be opened with a slight push. After the door opened, there was a damp musty smell, and after entering the room, I searched carefully, and found that the furnishings inside were very simple, a table and a few stools, plus a wall and a bed, there was nothing else.

After a careful search, there was no trace of Grandpa, and he quickly retreated and entered the first room on the left. The furnishings in the two rooms are almost identical, and there is not even the slightest change in the placement of the rooms.

I searched one after another, hoping to find some traces of my grandfather's activities, but every time I opened the door, I was disappointed. The furnishings in these rooms are almost all identical, and they are immediately apparent once you enter. I looked at the hundreds of rooms in the hallway, and I needed to check them all one by one, and I was starting to get a little discouraged.

At this moment, I pushed open a door, and the furnishings inside were different from those other rooms, this room had two tables and no beds. None of this excites me, but what excites me is that there are plastic bags on the table.

Plastic bags, which are the products of the industrial revolution, have brought great convenience to people's lives and made experts the most headache for the great invention, which is not a product of ancient times, and must have been brought in.

I hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the plastic bag on the table and put it under the oil lamp to look at it carefully. It's all in English, and I don't know a few, but I know the two biggest.

The company is a German company specializing in the production of military supplies, and the plastic bags printed with "" are used to hold military compressed biscuits. The reason why I know these is because Kong Sanye and Datou Datuan are all equipped with these things this time.

Kong Sanye's backpack is on me, and the large plastic bag in the backpack contains this kind of compressed biscuits. Only the mysterious forces behind their operation have this ability to be uniformly equipped.

In this way, the trace I found can confirm that it is the same as Kong Sanye and them, and it is the person of that mysterious force. But I don't know that they are hired like big heads and big groups; is still like Zheng Wen, his own person in the mysterious force.

I don't know what they came here for, but I know that they spent a lot of money here this time. Last time they targeted Grandpa, could it be that this time they are also targeting Grandpa?

But when we came in, we found no sign of them, and where did they get here? These problems have emerged little by little.

Look, I've got to find my grandfather as soon as possible, and I've got to avoid these people. However, the traces left by these people also provided me with some convenience, and I could follow their trails and get out of this ancient castle. It should have been a few days since I looked at these things, so I'm stepping up now and not worrying about meeting them at all.