The girl's gasps were filled with horror.

It's been a long time since she's been so shocked.

Countless souls were roaring at her, venting their unwillingness and resentment, and the souls pierced the sky with a scream of pain that they had been imprisoned for unknown years.

These resentful spirits have long since lost their memories, forgotten their names, and the only thing that will never dissipate in their hearts is the boundless hatred.

They hated Veronica, they hated Prince Gawain, they hated the whole world, they hated Kelly, they hated all the good, ordinary things.

Kelly still couldn't fully stand still, her spirit weakened by the incessant impact of the incessant wails.

"Impossible, impossible. Sweat dripped down her forehead and down her cheeks, dissolving between the dirt and gravel.

How could there be so many souls who could not be liberated, and how many people died in this castle?

She consulted all the information on the castle, which had been built 247 years ago, had been bought by Prince Gawain before Veronica's arrival, and had spent a lot of money to renovate it over the years.

And the castle was not previously named after Sadovrak, but after the old marquis's surname, Brod.

Could it be that when Prince Gawain changed his name, he also saw the huge black fog around the ancient castle?

No, Kelly shook her head vigorously:

Since the castle was built, there has never been a war or massacre around it, so how could there be so many resentful spirits haunting this place.

Kelly pressed her fingers to her temples.

Maybe these spirits weren't surrounding the castle, they were surrounding someone who was also in the castle, was it Veronica?

But she had also seen Veronica behind the scenes, and at that time there was no black mist of resentful spirits around her at that time.

Kelly took out the binoculars, she didn't dare to go behind the scenes casually again, although her behind-the-scenes posture has a high degree of adaptability to the dangers behind the scenes, but too strong a force impact may still tear her soul, so that she can't leave behind the scenes in time, and die there directly.

She had long thought that she would probably die one day on an ordinary day, when she thought it safe to go behind the scenes, because she was constantly approaching and merging with the gestures behind the scenes, and the injuries from behind the scenes were more and more able to affect her.

The world beyond the Veil is infinitely more dangerous than reality.

You know, the reality is already a terrible blizzard.

Kelly took out the binoculars from her bosom, her eyesight was unusually good, and with the binoculars, she could find many tiny details in this position.

The light changes through the refraction of the concave and convex mirrors, and the lines on the wall tiles of the castle can even be seen.

Of course, even with a telescope, the average person can't see so clearly at this distance.

At this point, she confirmed once again that the tower did not have a single window, or tiny holes that might have been overlooked when she had just observed, and that the rest of the floor was completely sealed except for the main door and a few small square windows on the top floor.

Since she wasn't an architecture major, she couldn't imagine how the other party kept the air circulating, could it be that there was a bizarre machine that connected each floor and then absorbed and released the air flow from the exhaust vents on the top floor, which resembled windows.

She couldn't understand what the castle's designers were thinking, but either the castle was in a terrible environment, or they had used some kind of advanced means to keep the air circulating.

Wait, she seemed to notice something.

There seemed to be a shadow on the outside of the wall at the back door, but she couldn't fully observe what it was.

Kelly packed her things and prepared to go.

It was already evening, and if she hadn't taken a detour sooner, perhaps by the time she could see what the shadows might have looked like, they had already disappeared into the depths of the castle.

Kelly was still moving at a faster pace on the hillside, and it might not take long for her to move to a good enough view position if she could sprint as hard as she could, but on this sloping slope, she couldn't run.

Kelly walked up the hillside with a cane in hand, and time flew by.

A howl broke the silence.

It's not a voice coming from outside the screen.

The sound of soft footsteps trampling on the rocks did not emit a form that could be detected by the human ear.

A bobcat, a species with the scientific name lynx, emerges from behind the trunk of a tree.

This cat-shaped body is more than a meter long, but this one is extraordinary, its slender body is nearly two meters long, and it can even catch up with some small cheetahs.

The lynx lowered its body and looked at Kelly with curious eyes.

Apparently it wasn't afraid of humans, and it had probably seen humans many times, so it knew that these tall and tall creatures were nothing more than a façade, and of course, it certainly hadn't seen its kind die under firearms.

The big cat danced its tail and slowly approached Kelly, the slender size of the girl allowing it to let down its guard completely, and it could tell that Kelly was a disadvantaged group in her race, and the lynx itself was in the dominant position in her own herd.

Kelly took two steps back, raised the cane she used to walk through the woods, and swung it forward a few times as a warning.

Kelly knew how powerful such a beast was, and an ordinary person like her might be in danger of dying if she was bitten or clawed.

There is an insurmountable gap between humans and predators who hunt other animals for a living.

She had a revolver in her backpack just in case, but if she shot here, her search would have been interrupted today, and the castle guards were likely to step up their patrols when they heard the gunshots, making it difficult for her to investigate later.

The big cat doesn't feel hungry, it's just doing the usual thing, which is to enjoy the fear of the weak, and then take its life the moment they turn to run away, leaving the body in place.

This has become one of the fun ways for the big cat to spend time, when he was younger, he didn't waste as much food as he does now, but when he gets stronger and shows no signs of aging, he starts to get bored with his boring life.

The big cat looked at Kelly with a playful look close to human, and found that the other party did not turn around and run, but slowly retreated with a stick in his hand.

Not only is it a little discouraged, because it means that it is impossible to play and chase the prey at will.

For serious prey, it is bound to be a qualified hunter.

It's going to go all out.

The big cat jumped one after another on the uneven mountain terrain and then pounced on Kelly's throat.

The massive feline's thrust made Kelly tense up instantly, and she swung her cane upwards towards the bobcat's delicate abdomen.

However, the big cat's reaction speed far exceeded the attack speed of a normal human, and it quickly retracted its legs back into its abdomen, and then popped out in an instant, stepping directly on the metal crutches, and then it leaped with the help of the metal crutches, rushing towards Kelly's face door at a faster speed.

The sharp claws flickered deeper and deeper into Kelly's face, and the big cat gave up on the decision to tear his throat with his teeth in favor of the resistance that planned to destroy its prey with its claws.

The smell of the beast rushed to Kelly's nose as the big cat jumped, and the big cat's cunning eyes, fine hairs on its body, and beard on its face were all clearly visible.

Kelly had twitched her crutches with all her strength, but the huge gap between humans and beasts could no longer be bridged, and she was about to be slammed to the ground with a claw, then bite her throat and turn into a cold corpse.

Is it all over?

No, a familiar voice rang out.

It seems that in some non-existent world, two arms belonging to her also hold metal rods.

Together, the four hands gripped the crutch tightly, allowing it to rush towards the big cat's most vulnerable position at a speed that surpassed life and death.

The claws slashed lightly across Kelly's cheeks, leaving two shallow streaks of blood.

The big cat failed to defeat Kelly, for its huge body, which defied its natural development, was lying limply on the ground, blood gushing down its throat and slowly seeping into the ground as nutrients for the earth.

Kelly sat on the ground, took the revolver out of her bag, and clung to it, panting incessantly.

The girl touched her face, a slight stinging pain came to the cerebral cortex, and the blood marks did exist, but even if they were short and shallow, there was a high probability that they would not become permanent scars.

"What the hell ......" the girl's voice still had the joy of the rest of her life, "what the hell." ”

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