The wooden door creaked, the light split through the crack in the door to the darkness of the museum, Aldridge slowly pushed the door open, the thick dust piled up on the floor and the exhibition cabinets, the windows were all nailed by wooden boards, there was no light in the museum, and the only sound in the air was the sound of Aldridge turning on the flashlight.

"Here..... Isn't it too quiet?" Sara asked worriedly, "No, I mean, it's weird. ”

Aldridge looked to the floor, looked at the window again, and then said, "That's right, something is wrong here, have you noticed, there is no sound of cars leaving outside, where did the police go?"

"How so!" said Sarah, covering her mouth in surprise, "They were still there before we entered!"

Aldridge loosened his tie, "As I can figure out, they didn't exist in the first place, and it's likely that we've been in a magical realm since it rained. ”

"Magical realm, you mean the ........ in my dreams"

"Well," Al frowned, "the power of the master here is very strong, even I just noticed it, look at the floor of the museum," he shone his flashlight on the floor and pointed to a piece in front of the door, "We left footprints when we walked in, but it rained outside all the time, but the footprints were dry, and there were only two of us footprints on the floor, but there were no police, and even to ensure the integrity of the crime scene, the windows would not be sealed, if I remember correctly, this museum was still open before the crime." ”

"I knew that my grandma was right, they were all real, that there was magic in this world," Paradoxically, Sara was relieved to see such a scene instead of screaming with fear.

"When I was young, my grandmother died of illness, I missed her, I missed the bedside stories she used to tell, when I was in elementary school, the war was not over, the family moved from the port of Massachusetts to Ohio because they were afraid of the war, and then the war ended, and I was admitted back to my original hometown, from the first time I entered school, my grandmother often appeared in my dreams, telling me about magic and witches, I didn't believe it at first, I thought it was a psychological problem caused by stress, but those dreams were too real, so real that I couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams, grandma said she was a witch, and I would be, although I never had magic or anything。 ”

"Witch, what did she tell you in her dreams?" Al asked, his eyes fixed on the other side of the museum. It was dark, deep, like a beast's throat stuck in the house.

"Salem, witches, burning, murders, that's all for now. Sara waved her hand helplessly.

As Sara spoke, Aldridge suddenly heard a gloomy whisper from the depths of the museum. "Blonde hair, suits, good-looking skins, rings, necklaces, the shape of a viper, it's you, Prince of the Night, the Progenitor Vampire, Aldridge. ”

"Mr. Nut?" Sara asked, seeing Aldridge's distraction, with a little concern, "Did something happen?"

"Follow me, you'll see everything. ”

The hall is divided into several sections to form a long corridor, starting from scratch, using modern technology to imitate the scenes of the past, and restoring several far-reaching trial actions to the modern era, the first act, everything starts here, 9-year-old Elizabeth Paris, and 11-year-old Abigail · Williams suddenly behaved in the middle of the night, and after a series of diagnoses, doctors were unable to find the cause, so the quack doctor believed that the two girls were under the influence of Satan.

In the second act, the priest Samuel Paris performs a hunger strike in the hope of forcing the witches out of the children's bodies, and after the painful torture, the girls are forced to identify the three witches as the source of their suffering, when in reality they are just ordinary people.

Then, more and more women were identified as witches, and the most twisted and last witch trial in modern history began, hanging, burning at the stake, and crushing to death......

All the people of Massachusetts and the rest of the world knew about this atrocity, but Aldridge knew in his heart that this was not the case at all, and that the destruction of Salem was caused by a battle between Ghost Rider and some otherworldly being. History can never tell the truth that people cannot yet accept.

crucifix

Directly in front of the two of them, there is a tall black heavy wooden cross of one person, but unlike the other crosses, this one is upside down, that is, it is a reverse cross belonging to the devil.

"I can feel it," Sarah's eyes turned yellow in the darkness, "magic, it's magic, it's incredible!"

Aldridge also saw the magic power, and the power that erupted from the black reverse cross rushed into Sarah's body, and what he didn't say was that this magic power level was already an extremely dangerous situation.

"Aldridge," the summons drew closer, black smoke seeping through the surface of the cross, a withered foot with a thick black tar on the floor, followed by a fat body, with a thick neck, a small head, and a greasy chin, which came as if he were stretching his waist, and when he opened his eyes, the same yellow as Sarah.

"I should have thought it was you, Shadow King, Amor Farouk. Aldridge looked at the deformed demon in front of him in disgust.

"But I'm not surprised at all that it's you, Prince Viper, Aldridge, you're going to be captivated by the wonderful atmosphere here, right, hahahahaha. ”

"What the hell are you talking about!" Al attached the crimson magic in his hand, knowing full well that he would not be able to deal with this pure spirit demon without magic.

"Oh, calm down, man, I wasn't looking for you to fight, don't you wonder who she is?" said the Shadow King, pointing at Sarah.

"Damn, it's all your trick, tell me what else you're controlling!"

"Hahaha, look, our demons have the advantage, maybe you crimson vampires have infinite magic power for you to repair your body, but in terms of magic attainments, demons are much more sophisticated," the Shadow King waved his hand to disperse the black smoke from the cross.

"Look here," the Shadow King swiped his sharp fingers across the cross, easily tearing open a few cracks, "this was a seal, a thing used by witches to seal the gates of Salem Hell, and it was infused with powerful magic, and it would not be a matter for hundreds of years, but until the so-called judgment happened, the battle between the Ghost Rider and the three goddesses of Olympus' vengeance destroyed everything, including the magic on it, countless people died, and the culprit, I guess you must know." ”

"Magdelena, the wife of Noble Kyle, the true witch of Salem, who summoned the goddess of vengeance. Aldridge replied.

"Yes, it's her, but most people don't know that there's another Puritan thing here, which is Nobber's father, but it doesn't matter, it's important that all the dead believe that it was Magdelena who killed them, and guess what happens next. ”

"Phew," Aldridge easily guessed the cold truth, "dead souls were dragged from the cross into hell, so, murders..."

"Yes," the Shadow King nodded, "they've all become ghosts, wandering Salem in search of revenge," he pointed his finger into the air, and as the shock grew, dozens of mutilated ghosts appeared behind Aldridge.

"I'm the Shadow King, I feed on hatred, the hatred of these rotten guys has accumulated over the centuries and it's all unavoidable delicious! And she has the blood of the culprit, she's Magdelena's last blood relative, and you should know what I'm going to do for the rest. ”

Aldridge squinted and looked at the Shadow King dangerously, "Do you really think I'll agree?" ”

"Oh, you will, you're a poisonous snake, you like to do this kind of thing the most, you like the pleasure of pain, don't you, we're old friends, you know my reputation very well, oh, by the way, that person ....." The Shadow King's expression suddenly hesitated, but he still asked tentatively, "That person, the person behind you, is he watching?"

"Hmph," Al said with a sudden gloomy smile, "he's been watching everything, and trust me, as long as you have anything out of line, hell won't stop him." ”

"Oh, I see," the Shadow King grabbed Sara and slowly retreated, "I know the rules, he doesn't have to worry, ah, one more thing," the Shadow King thrust Sara into the cross with one of his claws, and then the souls rushed into it, "Mephisto, the Lord of Hell, greeted him. ”

Aldridge watched as Sara descended into hell, eaten away by the necromancer, "I'll bring the words." ”