"Huh, I'm in bed?" Jian Zhiqiong saw that he was wearing a pair of pajamas, and his chaotic head began to slowly wake up, and he remembered that he was sleeping just now.

"Looks like the party for me is about to start. Jian Zhiqiong smiled self-deprecatingly.

Jian Zhiqiong sensed his own state, and he was now in a mental state. He was no stranger to this feeling, having had the same experience earlier in the Inheritance War of the Gluttonous Gate, and could not use any spiritual power and skills.

The room is still the same room, but it seems to have been relentlessly baptized by time. The room was dilapidated, the walls were covered with large and small cobwebs, the tables and chairs were covered with thick dust, and the bed board under Jian Zhiqiong seemed to be overwhelmed and crumbling. The mirror facing the wall was full of cracks, broken into pieces of various sizes.

Jian Zhiqiong looked out at the balcony, it was pitch black, and Jian Zhiqiong's range of activities was limited to the ancient castle.

Seeing that there were no useful clues in the room, Jian Zhiqiong simply walked out of the door.

The rusty door creaked open with a creak that echoed through the empty hallway. The corridor was severely underlit, and with the help of candles hanging on the wall to provide illumination, Jian Zhiqiong's visibility was no more than five meters.

In the unknown dark environment, Jian Zhiqiong moved forward as close to the wall as possible. After Jian Zhiqiong walked for a while, his pupils gradually adapted to the lack of light sources around him.

"Plop!"

"Plop, plop!"

"Plop, plop, plop!" Jian Zhiqiong's heart was beating faster and faster, and the beating sound became louder and louder.

"Something is wrong!" Jian Zhiqiong suddenly sounded a bad alarm in his heart, and then he felt the evil wind coming.

Although Jian Zhiqiong was unable to use spiritual power, his combat awareness and fighting skills were still there, his leg muscles showed strong explosive power, and his lumbar spine bent backwards to the end, completing an arch bridge action, which was able to avoid the attack from behind.

The attacker used a pair of steel claws, which were covered in rust and blood. Seeing that the blow he was determined to win failed, the attacker looked extremely angry, and frantically struck Jian Zhiqiong with a series of claws.

Jian Zhiqiong immediately fell to the ground, and then rolled to the ground, away from the distance of the attacker.

Jian Zhiqiong saw at this time that under the faint candlelight on the wall, it was an evil clown face, with a large mouth of blood, the corners of his mouth grinning to his cheekbones, with a weird smile, no eyeballs, only blood holes, ears as big as bat wings, and wearing a blood-stained clown costume.

Normal people must be scared to death when they see a clown face suddenly appear in the dark.

At this time, Clown Face scrapes the wall with the steel claw of his right hand, making a "hissing" sound, and at the same time stretches out his long tongue and licks the steel claw of his left hand.

Jian Zhiqiong took advantage of such an opportunity to run away without looking back. The clown face's speed is really not slow, and he is also very familiar with the terrain, and he soon caught up with Jian Zhiqiong.

The clown face was not in a hurry to kill Jian Zhiqiong, like a cat scratching a mouse, playing with Jian Zhiqiong, leaving several steel claw scars on Jian Zhiqiong's back.

"Damn, this perverted clown face and a penchant for abusing enemies. Jian Zhiqiong did not forget to complain while fleeing.

Maybe it was a lack of light, or maybe it was a distraction while escaping, Jian Zhiqiong bumped into a metal artwork and fell to the ground, and the metal artwork rubbed against the floor to produce a crisp sound.

"Oh no! I'm about to get caught by this pervert. Jian Zhiqiong hurriedly thought about how to get out.

"Huh, Clownface stopped and searched for my location?" Jian Zhiqiong said in surprise.

"Can't he see me······? Hearing!" Jian Zhiqiong watched the clown's face keep shaking his ears.

Jian Zhiqiong quickly determined that the clown face was indeed blind, and he could only rely on his voice to distinguish the direction.

Jian Zhiqiong took advantage of the weakness of the clown face and constantly made noises to disturb his hearing, and finally succeeded in getting rid of the clown face after tossing for a while.

"Isn't it? What is it this time?" Jian Zhiqiong watched as a black mass rushed towards him in front of him.

Jian Zhiqiong immediately went into a state of alert, hoping that he would no longer be a difficult monster like Clownface.

After this mass approached Jian Zhiqiong, there was no attack, but just hugged Jian Zhiqiong's legs vigorously.

Jian Zhiqiong saw clearly that it was a child, dirty, and his face was stained. There were obviously a few tear stains on the child's face, which was pitiful.

When Jian Zhiqiong saw the tragic condition of the child, he immediately felt sympathy, and asked in the most friendly and gentle tone, "Little friend, what is your name?"

After hearing Jian Zhiqiong's question, the child hesitated for a moment before replying in a low voice, "Dad asked me to make Madoka. 」

"Madoka, where's your father?"

"I don't know. 」

"Why is Madoka here?"

"I don't know. 」

Jian Zhiqiong asked a few more questions, but Xiao Yuan didn't know all the answers. Although Madoka's origin is full of doubts, Jian Zhiqiong can't bear to leave her alone, so Jian Zhiqiong can only take Madoka to move forward.

Jian Zhiqiong's escape difficulty has undoubtedly become difficult, but it is better than giving up Madoka and hitting the road alone.

Walking in a dark and lonely hallway, the difference between walking alone and walking together is too far apart. Jian Zhiqiong kept trying to say some jokes that even he couldn't laugh at, trying to make Xiao Yuan happy, but Xiao Yuan didn't react, and he still looked miserable.

"Plop!"

"Plop, plop!"

"Plop, plop, plop!"

The heartbeat was fast and loud again, exactly the same as it had been before the clown's face.

Clownface chased after him again.

This time, Jian Zhiqiong also took Xiaoyuan with him, which was even more dangerous than the situation just now.

Jian Zhiqiong's capillary stood up, and the crisis was coming. Jian Zhiqiong looked around and didn't find any suitable items that could make noise.

Clown-faced's steel claws come with the wind!

At the critical moment, the glowing powder drifted in front of the clown's face. The clown face smelled the glowing powder, immediately showed a look of disgust, and turned away.

"Quick, come with me!" Jian Zhiqiong heard a human voice.

Jian Zhiqiong instantly took Xiaoyuan and caught up with this person's pace. The man was quite familiar with the castle, and skillfully avoided the obstacles along the way, taking the shortest and quickest route.

This man led Jian Zhiqiong and Xiaoyuan for about ten minutes to a storage room. The location of the storage room is quite secretive, and Jian Zhiqiong believes that Clown Face will not be able to detect their whereabouts in a short time.

"Welcome to the Castle of Despair, I'm Zhong Yinzeng. Zhong Yinzeng took the initiative to stretch out his right hand to Jian Zhiqiong.

Jian Zhiqiong held Zhong Yinzeng's right hand and said, "I am Jian Zhiqiong, she is Xiaoyuan, my sister. In order to protect Madoka, Jian Zhiqiong told a small lie.

"I'm in charge of searching for supplies on the fourth floor tonight, and I didn't expect to run into you. You're also very lucky to have met me, and many newcomers have their souls harvested on the first day due to lack of intelligence and experience. Zhong Yinzeng said lightly.

"What is it to harvest souls, can you tell me what you know?" Jian Zhiqiong humbly asked Zhong Yinzeng for advice.