At night, the sky was full of stars, and a person alone broke into the depths of the Skull Castle in full view of everyone, unable to describe his face, like a cloud of mist, but the pair of glow-red eyes were like a nightmare, so that the people he saw after a long time suddenly realized that he couldn't help but sweat profusely and get soaked.

The angry shouts were endless, but everywhere he passed, there were Dao like ripples of arc light layer by layer, so that everyone who touched it instantly shook their bodies, and their expressions withered at a speed visible to the naked eye in terror, and soon turned into a pool of pus and blood.

Although the void is full of shadows, many human forms have been condensed in the blink of an eye, like ghosts, and the cold eyes are looking down, but it has not shaken the footsteps of this person at all, and in an instant, it is as if he has entered a no-man's land!

Where the red color falls, the confusion stings the heart, they are all frightened, they can't look at it for a long time, the fierce flames emitted are already monstrous, the eyes are silent, and they faintly see this evil place in nothing!!

He looked up at the dark light and contemplation hall in front of him, which seemed simple and unpretentious, but the scene that fell on his pupils was to tear open the dust and see a huge friendless skull!!

Coldly glancing at everyone, he stepped forward, raised his arms and opened the copper door bound by chains, and the big mouth of a monster burst open in the rumbling loud noise, sneering at the gray haze and cold, without hesitation, his body turned into a red light and disappeared into the deepest secret hall.

The secret hall is not high, the whole body is made of black copper, at this moment it sinks three feet, the ground under his feet seems to have sunken, the copper door suddenly closes, everything inside is blocked, and outsiders can not detect a trace of it, as if the existence of this temple itself is to be used as a lock.

Only the chains on the bronze door were closing, swaying and shaking, and at a certain moment, it seemed to reflect a solemn skull, and the hollow eye sockets danced with gray flames, and suddenly disappeared when they erupted.

All the movement was gone, as if it had never happened at all, there were no glowing pupils, just a strange dream together.

At the height of the night, a terrible and heart-rending roar suddenly came from the secret hall, accompanied by anger, rushing up to the sky, as if to pierce the thick darkness.

The void trembled, and all the ghosts disappeared in an instant after the roar fell, knowing that the person who had a pair of demonic eyes had been removed and ambushed in the secret hall. It was quiet again, blending into the night.

As early as the moment when the female teacher was swallowed up by the pink light, in the huge attic faintly clustered by layers of palaces, the middle-aged man turned his back to the faint light cast by the dome, and his face was incomprehensible.

In the attic, dense lamps were placed in rows on a candlestick, covered with cloth, covering some of them, and although the wick was not bright, there was always an inextinguishable firefly the size of a grain of rice.

"Poof. ”

A soft sound suddenly sounded in the silent attic, but it was no different from thunder in the ears, and the darkness flickered abruptly, and then returned to calm, but the attic seemed to be darker.

The middle-aged man's complexion changed greatly, his pupils shrank suddenly, his brows furrowed tightly, his face gloomy, and he stretched out his hand to suddenly lift the cloth!

Under the cloth, one of the lamps only flickered slightly, then shrank to an invisible size, and was extinguished in the blink of an eye, and a wisp of green smoke floated out of the core, which was fleeting, and in an instant it was diffused under the moonlight.

It was a wisp of the female teacher's soul fire, the lamp of the Honeydon Tower.

Life is at stake, tied to the wick, and the wick is extinguished at this moment, which only means one thing, that is, the female teacher is dead.

The middle-aged man stood in place, holding the cold lamp of the female teacher due to the extinguishment, and his expression could not be seen clearly in the darkness.

His figure faded and disappeared into the attic.

A moment before dawn, a loud roar sounded in the deserted attic, revealing a fury that seemed to be about to burn.

"I just said that she shouldn't have been kept in the first place, and now you see that she has caused a big disaster after all!!"

A short old man with messy hair was furious, and roared with a thick neck, revealing his muscles. His face was unusually ruddy, two lumps of red appeared on his cheeks, and his breath was still a little unstable, and he slapped the table.

"Shut up!" the middle-aged man said with a gloomy face and a frown.

"Honeydon Tower is dead, this matter must be investigated to the end!"

Another voice spoke, revealing a cold face in the darkness, and he spoke out, revealing a cold killing machine, as if there was a scene of blood floating and corpses all over the field.

This is all the bitter fruit of her own making, and she will bear it by herself, and if she dies, she will die, so that I will not be able to eat and sleep well in the future. ”

"Humph!" the man just snorted coldly, avoiding his face.

"I have sent someone to inspect the place where the accident happened to Honeydon Tower, which is a corner of her own courtyard called the Flower House. And the slave of Honeydonta also asked some ......" A man of extremely tall stature walked out, his face was full of edges and corners, his face was expressionless, and he said with a straight look.

"The red-skinned man seems to have existed for a long time, and there will only be one person in the flower room, as if he has been imprisoned by Honeydonta for a long time, the same ...... Flower slave. ”

The middle-aged man was stunned, looking at the speaker's stiff and rigid face, he didn't expect that Xiumir, who had always been taciturn and rarely had anything to do, would actually say this, his eyes suddenly flashed, he helped the lens on the bridge of his nose, and paced a few steps with his tall and burly body.

Xiumir was also one of the lecturers who had taught Ji Ge and others, and proposed the name "Kyle's Physique".

The middle-aged man paused, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly had a vague impression of the flower slave that Xiumir was talking about.

"Is it he who decapitated the broken corpse that performed the Miscellaneous Blood Technique on the throne......? I remember the first person who released the black qi from the body and created the strange thing that escaped from it, which seems to be called a flower slave, right?"

"That's right, the two are the same person, and there is only one flower slave in the castle, and that is the boy in the courtyard of Honeydon Tower. ”

Xiumir's face was expressionless, his eyes were rigid, and he looked straight at the middle-aged man, and said.

The middle-aged man squinted, and suddenly remembered the sword that seemed to be the fall of a falling meteor, and his heart fluctuated slightly, and he lost his mind for a while, but it was only for a moment, and he thought of something in a flash.

"However, you seem to be interested in him, Thumir...... Hehe, that's not like your temperament. ”

The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth curled, and he asked with a smile staring at Xiumir's eyes, and his words had a deep meaning.

"Indeed, I originally wanted to dissect him and figure out the mystery of the black qi, but I never had this opportunity, and his life was quite hard. Xiumir still opened his mouth with a straight look, and there was a hint of disappointment on his stiff face, and his tone was strange, as if he was very interested in Ji Ge, who was the first to release black qi, or perhaps more in his body.

"Don't touch him. If he dies in the screening, I will hand him over to you. The middle-aged man took a deep look at Xiumir and said, revealing an undoubted meaning.

"I know that I've begged Honeydonta for someone before, but she's only warned me not to touch him privately, and even hinted at a sense of undying. Coupled with her actions that I didn't understand after entering the castle, I felt that there must be some secret in it, so I paid a little attention. ”

Xiumir nodded, and said the brief conflict he had with the female teacher before.

"Since there are so many suspicions about this flower slave, then why don't you let me take him here and ask him what is going on! Since Honeydonta died in his own courtyard, he must have nothing to do with him!"

The cold voice spoke again, and there was a faint glint of blood in his eyes, as if he couldn't suppress his killing intent.

"Hmph, what do you think, he alone will pose a threat to Honeydonta's life? ridiculous!!"

The anger in the short old man's heart did not fade with time, and even intensified, his hair was open, but his voice was cold, and he had a deep-seated suspicion and hostility towards the female teacher.

"That red-skinned man, you also saw it!!Where did it come from, you and I know very well, it can't fall from the sky! Hmph, this is all caused by Honeydonta, has it been less than all these years?"

"She's just an outsider after all!!! If she's dead, she's dead!"

"More than ten years ago, when I came to my skeleton castle, I don't know what kind of evil intentions I had, and now it is a special time when my skeleton is stormy, the underground is becoming more and more quiet, and the plan is about to go to an extremely important situation, and I don't know how many pairs of eyes are eyeing in the dark!"

And that flower slave, I've seen it, is ruthless. He has the potential of a god son!!"

"A dead outsider or a living seed, which is more important?!Have you forgotten the choice that our generation would rather abandon the ancient destiny than adhere to it, and even deviate from the path that the sect did not hesitate to take to cleanse the dissidents?!!

"Do you have to forget all this for the sake of a woman who doesn't know where to go?!!"

The short old man's face turned red, like a madman, almost roared, and he waved his arms violently, and his two reddened eyes stared at the face of the middle-aged man. A hurricane-like force swept through it, making the entire attic tremble, and it couldn't stand the pressure.

"Presumptuous !!"