Shadowfang Castle.

"Mr. Angus, Sal, John, Logan. Where are you?" cried out Christina uneasily in the dilapidated castle.

Around noon, they entered Shadowfang Castle under the leadership of the werewolf Logan. Everything was normal at first, but once they fully stepped into Shadowfang Castle, things started to get weird.

Just now, she only seemed to see the corridor above the castle, where there seemed to be a shadow wriggling, and subconsciously looked up, and when she turned her head, all the companions around her were gone, and there was no trace of it.

She immediately searched for a companion, but no one answered her despite her constant shouting.

A gust of wind blew slowly, and Christina tightened her clothes, and she suddenly felt a little cold, and her whole body began to slowly stiffen, as if she were standing naked in Celia

It's the same on the ice sheet.

No, it can't go on like this.

Christina rubbed her hands together and exhaled a white breath, she decided to retreat outside the castle first, and join her companions.

It's just that she stopped just after taking a step. His eyes looked at the ground of the castle in horror, and a thin bead of sweat appeared on his forehead.

On the dusty pavement, there are only traces left by a pair of footprints.

She lifted her foot and subconsciously stepped on the footprints, which matched the size of her shoes.

Christina instinctively clutched the mirror on her chest, whispering the name of the Mirror of Eternity, as if this would give her a little courage.

A layer of darkness gradually fell in the castle of Shadowfang, and at some point, the sunlight that had been shining through the narrow windows of the castle turned a strange blood red, illuminating the castle walls like fresh muscles.

She watched all this in horror and instinctively ran back in the direction.

The castle had completely changed its appearance in front of her, the wooden floor, which had been relatively intact, had completely decayed, and a few white twisted mushrooms had emerged from the cracks. Beneath the castle's sturdy walls, peeling, cracked skin looks crumbling everywhere. Yellow-green phlegm-like liquid was everywhere, and every now and then a few drops fell onto her hair and face.

Christina didn't bother to wipe the disgusting slime from her face, and the rotten floor creaked under her vigorous running footsteps, which seemed very harsh in the dead castle.

Several tangled tentacles suddenly burst out of the shadows, Christina

Before he could dodge, he was pulled into the air by his waist wrapped around his waist by a tough and powerful tentacle.

"Don't !!"

Christina shouted in horror, picked up the mirror on her chest in a panic, and recklessly activated the spell given by the Mirror of Eternity.

In an instant, a large amount of energy and vitality was absorbed by the mirror in his hand, and a vague talisman seal in the mirror body immediately became clear, and the spell engraved on it was immediately activated.

A strange smiling skull suddenly appeared on the mirror, it suddenly opened Bai Sensen's jaw, aimed at the surroundings and sucked hard, countless black gases around it poured directly into its mouth, and the tentacles wrapped around Christina seemed to lose their vitality, and they broke inch by inch and turned into gray-white ashes and sprinkled down.

"Uh-huh!!"

Christina, who fell from mid-air, snorted in pain, she didn't care about her weak body caused by the draining of a lot of energy and vitality, and she was about to run out of the castle in a frenzy.

Along the way, any foreign object that tried to attack her was completely sucked dry by the skull in the mirror, and nothing could stop her. And the price is that her short brown and black hair is now completely gray.

"Hurry, hurry! Christina looked at the side door they had touched not far away, and her heart was full of joy and kept cheering for herself.

"Christina, where have you been, we've been looking for you for a long time. A familiar and slightly dissatisfied voice suddenly appeared in her ears.

She subconsciously paused and explained to the figure that came out of the darkness, "No, Mr. Angus, I, I am...... Ah!!h

Before she could finish explaining, the figure that had already walked in front of her suddenly raised its head. Countless earthworm-like tentacles twisted together, wriggling and rolling on his face.

Christina screamed and stepped back frantically, raising the mirror in her hand in terror.

It's just that the figure in front of her turned into countless tiny tentacles one step ahead, and flew directly over to completely submerge her, and countless wriggling tentacles quickly burrowed into her mouth, nose, and ears, and she didn't let go of any place that could be drilled into her whole body. There were even tentacles that couldn't be squeezed in, and they had already drilled holes in her exposed skin, and they were frantically drilling into her body.

After a few spasmodic convulsions of Christina's body, there was no sound, only the small mirror that had fallen to the side rolled a few times, reflecting a hellish scene.

Simon walked up the decaying wooden staircase unhurriedly.

He hadn't been attacked since the attack he had received when he had just arrived, and although there seemed to be countless eyes staring at him in the darkness, so what, it was just a bunch of rats in the sewers.

The light visible in the Shadowfang Castle became less and less, and the vast expanse of the castle was gradually engulfed in darkness, and it was dark as far as the eye could see.

"Smack!"

Simon snapped his fingers, and a dark green phosphorus fire suddenly appeared in front of him, illuminating the surrounding space in a miserable green, ghostly atmosphere. Like the soul-attracting lamp of Hades.

The phosphorus fire followed him as it moved, occasionally inadvertently emerging from the darkness with a few tentacles, and the phosphorus fire would float over and ignite it at the first moment, and whenever a tentacle was ignited, the phosphorus fire shook happily like a child lighting a fireworks stick.

Simon walked leisurely through the exterior of the castle, stopping from time to time to look at the strange objects in the castle, such as the portrait of a woman in front of her who kept pulling her hair to show her face, but no matter how she pulled her hair or even pulled her hair, her face was still not visible on the picture.

Call!

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and the hair of the woman on the picture was suddenly blown up by the wind, and a face without the slightest feature appeared in the portrait, and the woman raised her head in surprise, and looked at Simon with relish.

The eyes are facing each other.

Strange circles kept appearing in its eyes, layer upon ring, and people couldn't help but look at it, wondering how many rings it had together.

Simon stared into its eyes, looking at the ring motionlessly, as if the whole human spirit had been sucked in.

Gradually, in the darkness, countless shadows slowly spread forward, moving forward little by little, little by little.

After a long day's work, the shadow finally slowly moved to his feet, and in the muddy shadows in the darkness, countless strange tentacles stretched out, trying to pull him into it and merge with them.

"After waiting for a long time, is this a little trick?" Simon rolled his eyes with no pupils and only a white eye, staring at the woman in the portrait and said contemptuously, "What a waste of time in this seat!"

He took a step forward, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes staring at the portrait, "In that case, let's die!"

Countless dim streamers suddenly appeared behind him, accompanied by a terrible scream and crying sound, the streamer quickly outlined a strange three-eyed one-horned ghost head.

Simon's eyes were pale at the moment, his face was crawling with writhing incantations at some point, and a three-eyed one-horned ghost head roared wildly behind him, and under the looming phosphorus fire, it looked extremely evil and weird.

Even compared to the distorted and chaotic evil things in front of them, they are not bad at all, and no one will object to saying that they are a gang.

The ghost head roared, and inhaled sharply, whether it was the strange portrait in front of him, or the dark shadow that retreated frantically, all of them were swallowed by the ghost head, and under the triple inverted teeth of the triangle, everything became its food

The ghost leader took the lead, floating in front of Simon, and led him directly to the top floor.

There, the top floor of the castle, under Simon's vision, all the evil aura in the Shadowfang Castle came from.

As the minutes passed, after eating a large amount of dark shadow things, another head with a shrunken size had grown next to the head of the ghost head, and they were eating very happily at this time.

Simon had also reached the very top of the castle, and a look of inexplicability flashed in his eyes as he looked at the gate in front of him, which was composed of countless swirling and intertwined flesh whiskers.

The two-headed ghost screamed and rushed towards the meat beard gate, these things were very delicious, and they tasted especially chewy.

呲~!

There was a sudden grinding sound from the meat beard gate, and a rotten meat like a beehive squeezed out of the gate with difficulty.

It is purple-black, more carbon-black in some places, and countless viscous and rancid liquids continue to flow out of it, and eel-like tentacles loom in it.

The reckless ghost head was caught off guard, and was directly sucked by this pool of rotten flesh, and countless tentacles glowed with black light, constantly pulling it into the rotten flesh, even if it was not a physical existence.

Whenever a little bit of the ghost head is digested, some tentacles similar to it will appear in the rotten flesh, also glowing with a dull streamer, and there are triple inverted teeth at both ends of the head and tail.

Simon watched as the ghost head he summoned was so easily destroyed, and he didn't react at all from beginning to end.

In his eyes, behind the Fleshbeard Gate, in the endless darkness.

An eerie figure staggered up from his throne and walked towards the gate. Although he couldn't see what he was, he could feel that the other party was constantly looking at him, and his eyes were full of endless malice.

Outside the door, a strange smile appeared on the corner of Simon's mouth, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.