"Your Majesty, since the last time Julie said she saw a ghost, during this time, people have reported to me that they have encountered strange things."

"Most of the ordinary people in the castle said that they heard strange noises at night, some people didn't check it, some people went to check, and they didn't find anything."

"Some people say that when they walk at night, they always feel that there are footsteps behind them, but when they turn around, there is nothing."

"Some people said that when she was sleeping, she clearly felt someone standing on the edge of the bed looking at her, and she was too scared to open her eyes."

"Others say that the red flowers she picks to decorate her room during the day turn white at night and then drip blood drop by drop."

There was also a manservant, he said, one night he heard a familiar voice crying in a low voice, and when he went out to check, he found a familiar and beautiful maid in the castle, and he kindly went up to comfort him, and the maid suddenly raised his head and said faintly, "Am I pretty?" Then her whole body melted into a puddle like a candle. He was terrified and ran to me in a panic. ”

"As for the extraordinary, they are more serious and have encountered even stranger things. They have auditory and visual hallucinations when they are mentally and spiritually normal. ”

"Some people say that they have an extra voice in their heads, and this voice says that they call themselves the system, and they give him tasks."

"Some say that he can't see himself in the mirror anymore, and the mirror also gushes out a huge suction, trying to pull him into the world in the mirror, and it takes a lot of effort for him to break free."

"There are a few people who have strange dreams together, they always appear in the same dream together, and then they are manipulated like puppets by strange forces, fighting monsters in various background stories and scenarios, they say that their extraordinary abilities seem to be solidified, and strange powers output instructions to them, and they are forced to put an ability according to the instructions, sometimes the instructions are very wise, and they can defeat the monsters quickly, sometimes the instructions are stupid, and they are often killed by all the monsters. When they wake up, they feel physically and mentally tired and spiritually deprived. ”

"If this situation is not resolved for a long time, anxiety and panic will greatly increase the likelihood that they will get out of control."

"Your Majesty, since you said that there are no evil spirits in the castle, is it possible that your magical creation, the Jade Castle, has a living characteristic and has become a special magical item?"

Butler Polley summed up all the recent events that seemed to be haunted and came to an incredible conclusion.

Bernadette was also stunned by the butler Polly's reasoning, and she repeatedly communicated her spirituality with the castle, but did not feel the slightest bit out of the ordinary. She couldn't believe that the castle had come to life and had become a seal that loved to make horror stories.

Eventually, she said, "It's unlikely that this speculation is true. Castles, with no associated extraordinary properties, should not be able to turn into living magical items. Let's think about other possibilities. ”

With that, she remembered the strange figure that had flipped through her father's diary. Perhaps there were really foreign spirits who entered the castle and caused a series of things.

But what is its purpose?

……

At night, Bernadette was wandering unconsciously in her dreams. Suddenly, she felt that she had come to a strange island, where the plants and animals were strange. She saw tall plants with triangular fruits. There are blue-green plants that grow leaves of different sizes and shapes on one side. There are also bushes with dark red tongue-like leaves.

As for the animals, she saw three-legged creatures that looked like tigers, monsters that seemed to have the head of a dog and the body of a snake, and even a brown bear with five eyes.

None of them noticed her, and she floated forward like a ghost.

In the depths of the island, she saw a mausoleum. She was sure that it was the mausoleum, because she had seen the mausoleum that her father had built for herself.

She involuntarily drifted in and saw a tall black throne with a vague figure on it.

She approached the throne, and the figure seemed to notice, and he looked up, revealing a face that seemed to be pieced together from broken pieces of porcelain, a black mist wafting from the cracks that crisscrossed it.

He said, "Bernadette. ”

The dream suddenly shattered, and Bernadette woke up from the dream, and she thought about it carefully, trying to find the symbolic meaning in it.

What does this dream symbolize? What is my spirituality reminding me? Is there something that has happened recently that I have overlooked? Is it really just that I miss my father too much?

Bernadette thought for a long time without an answer. So I got up and planned to go out for a walk.

Before she knew it, Bernadette walked to the door of the collection room. She hesitated, but pushed open the door and walked over to the cabinet with its large drawers.

Pulling out a drawer, she picked up a diary and flipped through it casually.

"What are you looking at?"

Suddenly, a deep, deep voice reached Bernadette's ears.

Bernadette was startled, and her figure flickered out of its original position, as if she was covered with an invisible robe.

Bernadette saw that in front of the cabinet, where she had been standing, there was a very real spirit floating.

The figure's robe was intricate and ornate, engraved with an unpleasantly mysterious pattern that overlapped and disordered, and a light golden mist swirled around it.

"Who are you?"

Bernadette tensed her nerves and her abilities were ready to go.

"Who am I?"

The figure sighed with some interest, and said in a meaningful tone:

"Shouldn't you know who I am?"

Am I well aware? But I've never seen it before. But his voice is something familiar to me, who is it? Be...... It's Him!

"Wishing Lamp!"

"Are you the lamp god of the wishing lamp? You...... Why can it be separated from the magic lamp? ”

"You've gotten so alive?!"

Bernadette couldn't believe her eyes.

The seal can be externalized into an image, and a real spirit like an evil spirit can be generated, which exists without sustenance.

Wang Zichuan suddenly showed an arrogant and disdainful smile.

"Don't speculate on the gods with the stupid thinking of ordinary people."

In fact, Wang Zichuan really wants to say, brother is an existence you can't imagine, stupid human being! It's just that this sentence is not suitable for pretending, and Bernadette can't catch this stalk, which is very boring.

Bernadette's shattered three views were quickly reshaped, and she quickly calmed down after accepting the premise that the special seal could be activated to this extent.

Although she really didn't feel that the special spirit in front of her had malicious intentions towards her, she still didn't let her guard down.

"You caused the strange things that happened in the castle?"

Bernadette pondered the question that came to mind.

"What do you think?"

Wang Zichuan did not answer directly, because it would make it more mysterious and personal. It's like the gods never respond positively to believers.

Bernadette easily read the affirmative from it, so she took a breath and continued, "What is your purpose?" ”

"Hehe, what do I want? Hahaha...... What is the purpose of a seal? ”

Wang Zichuan burst out laughing.

"You say, what purpose can a magic lamp be?"

The voice echoed through the collection room, sounding evil and crazy.

After laughing for a while, Wang Zichuan suddenly stopped, as if someone had suddenly pressed the pause button.

"My purpose is clear, I want you to send me where I want to go. I will untie your occult ties and set you and me free. His tone became normal, logical and articulate, as if he wasn't the one who was laughing wildly.

Bernadette was silent for a moment and asked, "Where do you want to go?" ”

"Beckland."

As the name of the place was spit out, the main body of the magic lamp emitted a dazzling light, and the spirit body of Wang Zichuan suddenly became transparent and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The light of the magic lamp dissipated, as if it was just an ordinary old oil lamp on the shelf, and there was no miracle at all.