However, the risk of flying up is actually not small, the unknown "monster", a piece of black pressure, may be fanned away before it gets close.

So, to be on the safe side, when he floated, he had already wrapped the gravitational veins around his whole body. If you are in danger, you can run away immediately.

Angel slowly ascended cautiously.

But when he reached the 100-meter mark, a strange strong wind howled, and before he could see the situation clearly, he was fanned down again.

After a few spins in mid-air, he finally relied on the gravitational vein to fix his figure.

Ignoring the discomfort caused by the energy disturbance in his body, Ingres looked up at the deep fog above him.

Just now, he saw the dark shadow again. But just like last time, he didn't even get close when he was fanned down by the hurricane brought by the huge "flesh".

Could it be some kind of wind defense technique in vitro?

Angel tried a few more times, but each time it was the same, and the other party seemed to be blocking Angel from flying up.

No matter which direction you go, as long as you reach a hundred meters, you will be blown down by a hurricane. He had fallen from the air several times, but still had no progress, and in such a stalemate, he finally had no choice but to return to the ground.

At the same time, Sanders, who was moving rapidly in the thick fog, suddenly paused.

He always felt as if he had forgotten to explain something to Ingres? What was it? Saunders' mind was racing rapidly, and after a while his eyes lit up, and he looked up at the sky that was obscured by the fog.

He remembered that he seemed to have only told Ingres that this area of the Nightmare Boundary was only a thousand miles away, but he didn't tell him that the height was only a hundred meters......

"It shouldn't be fine, right? I can't try it once, and after Ingres learns his lesson, I probably won't try again. Sanders is sure that it should be an outdoor lesson for Ingres.

However, the truth is that Ingres is now scarred, and the energy in his soul is vibrating, as if it is about to fall apart.

If he hadn't encountered the eerie cabin, he might have tried it once, as Sanders had speculated.

But man is not as good as heaven, his luck is too good, and the first building he encounters after entering the Nightmare Realm is this overlapping wooden house.

Since the heavenly path could not be walked, he could only return to the earth again. Angel reluctantly walked into the fog, and after a while, looking at the wooden house that appeared in front of him again, Ingres only felt chills.

This wooden house, like a lingering nightmare, stands in the depths of evil thoughts.

Ingres hesitated, his heart desperately wanting to turn and flee from here, but reason told him that if he wanted to leave this looping world, he had to face the cabin.

Take a deep breath.

Ingres straightened his back, straightened his slightly wrinkled gentleman's clothes, pressed down his black high hat, and calmly walked towards the wooden house. It seems that for Ingres, this aristocratic gesture carved into the bone marrow is like a sacred ritual that can dispel the uneasiness in his heart.

There was a knock on the door, and a crisp knock sounded. However, no one answered.

Then he pushed the door open, and the scene inside the door was the same as before, and Ingres did not go to inspect it, but stood directly in front of the painting.

As he thought, the perspective of oil painting goes one step further. It's like there is a person in the painting, walking step by step towards the castle bathed in the full moon as Ingres watches.

Turning to leave, Angel walked back into the fog.

This time, he wasn't going to back down again. He wanted to see what the painting wanted to explain in the end, or what the ending of the painting would be.

Ingres was convinced that the painting must have an ending, and that when it does, it may be when it shows its fangs.

Again and again, again and again, exit.

Ingres couldn't even tell if he was in the same cabin or a different cabin, because any traces he left in it would disappear the next time he entered the cabin.

When Ingres entered the house for the twenty-ninth time, the scene from the painting finally reached the castle door.

At this time, Ingres realized that the castle looked very prosperous from a distance, but up close it looked like a decay and withering. The wooden gate, with the rivets on it had fallen off, and the corners were covered with cobwebs. Even the flying flags, the curtains of the windows, and so on...... It is also dilapidated.

But this kind of rudiment is not the kind of force majeure that has experienced war, but ......

A castle that has been eroded by the power of time and naturally decayed.

"So, the next time I see you, your fangs should be exposed?" Ingres whispered.

Having made all preparations ready, Ingres pushed open the door of the cabin for the thirtieth time.

The inside remained unchanged, and Ingres looked at the painting with a look of confusion and wariness.

The angle of view in the painting does not zoom in closer, but the angle changes!

The door that Ingres thought would be opened, this time it was still closed. The change of perspective is not to extend to the door, but "he" raises his head, and the perspective is slightly higher.

The last fangs, no longer behind the door, on the "top"?

Angres looked puzzled and left the cabin again. The thirty-first, thirty-second...... When Ingres stood in front of the picture for the thirty-fourth time.

His pupils constricted.

The message that the picture wants to express, this time there is finally a clue!

The perspective in the painting, since looking up, does not look at the sky, but at the window on the second floor of the castle. That window had tattered red curtains that fluttered in the wind.

The perspective slowly approaches, closer to the ...... Finally, I saw the inside of the window.

Inside the window is an ordinary girl's boudoir, but the perspective is fixed here, and the fixed object is a painting on the wall of this boudoir.

Another painting appeared.

When Ingres saw that the perspective was fixed on the painting, he thought that there would be a repeating nightmare, just like when Jon told him when he was a child, "There is a temple on the mountain, and there is a monk in the temple telling a story, and the story told is a temple on the mountain......"

The perspective in the painting is constantly repeated, and it never ends.

But he guessed wrong.

The thirty-fourth time he saw the painting, he faintly saw the contents of the painting.

It is a typical portrait of an aristocratic woman, depicting a smiling blonde girl.

"That's what this painting is about?" said Ingres, after a moment's pause, and left the cabin again.

On the thirty-fifth occasion, while standing in front of the painting, Ingres noticed that the painting in the painting had changed again, from a blonde girl to a middle-aged noblewoman holding a floating crystal ball in her hand.

This middle-aged lady, both in hair color and face, is extremely similar to the blonde girl.

It's like, the same person's teenage and middle-aged years.

The floating crystal ball indicates the identity of a middle-aged noblewoman, who is supposed to be a wizard...... Thinking of this, Angel was suddenly a little touched.

This mist-shrouded town, as it is called in reality, is called: Witch Town.

Sanders didn't explain why it was called Witch Town, but Ingres guessed that there might have been witches in the town. And the middle-aged lady who appeared in the painting in front of her was a witch.

Could it be that the woman in the painting is the source of the witch town?

But why didn't Sanders mention her, or even the eerie cabin?

Puzzled, Ingres stood in front of the picture for the thirty-sixth time.

This time, when Ingres stands in front of the picture, the picture finally appears to be discordant.

The original middle-aged lady has become a strange old woman with flabby skin and wrinkles like withered ravines, her hair is dry and abnormal, and a touch of gold can be faintly seen.

She wore a crumpled navy blue cloak and stared horrified at the person outside the painting, Ingres.

Ingres was stared at by the gaze and took a few steps back.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

The strange old witch in the picture suddenly came to life, crawled out of the picture in the painting, and stood in the girl's boudoir.

Then, she turned sideways to Angel and smiled grimly.

The green light slowly mobilized in her hand, and a green space door appeared in the girl's boudoir, and at the same time, a green space door also appeared in the painting in front of Angels.

Angel could see that behind the space door, it was the old witch who was standing!

In the painting, I can't see it, when the space door suddenly appears, the breath on the old witch's body is as secretive as a deep, like a sea of terror surging, and a strong coercion is overwhelming out of the space door and covering Angel's body.

Angels could feel the intense malice.

She's going to kill him!

The aura that came out of the space door alone was comparable to the kind of coercion that Isabella gave Angel at the beginning!

This is still the space door blocking most of the breath, it is hard to imagine how terrifying it will be when she comes out of the space door!

At least at Sanders' level!

When the old witch began to make a move, Angel was ready, turned around and ran out.

He is currently in a soul state, and with the help of gravity veins, he can temporarily resist the terrifying coercion of the old witch, but if she sneaks through the spatial door, it will be difficult to say.

The only thing Angel can do now is to run.

"You...... You can't escape, it's ...... My field. A hoarse voice reached Ingres's ears.

Angel ignored it and continued to flee.

But just as Angel was running out with his back to the space door, he suddenly heard a suspicious "huh".

Ingres figured that the old witch was playing tricks, so he didn't look back, and rushed out of the cabin like a phantom, and plunged headlong into the mist.

In the wooden house, there was no movement for a long time.

The spatial door on the painting did not disappear, but the old witch in the girl's boudoir did not come out, but frowned, and her face showed unwillingness.

She sealed herself in the memories of the past for an unknown amount of time, sinking forever in the boundless cliff bank.

I finally waited for a Nightmare Watcher.

But why, it's already been marked?

She saw it on the back of the Nightmare Watcher...... A green streak is growing.