hiss

A circle of transparent ripples slowly resurfaced on the bed.

As the ripples spread, a figure sitting cross-legged slowly emerged from the bed.

Angel slowly opened his eyes and shook his somewhat drowsy head.

In the bedroom room in front of me, there was a faint reddish mist floating in the air.

There was silence all around, and the rumbling sound of fiery magma was no longer heard in the corridors outside.

Angliel frowned and rolled out of bed.

hiss

He slowly pulled out the scimitar of evil thoughts, and a trace of green gas slowly pierced his wrist.

"Every time I enter the nightmare world, there is a faint sense of tension" Angle's eyes narrowed, this kind of stimulation made him feel a little dangerous and trembling in his bones, making him faintly look forward to it.

Whenever this happens, he always realizes his own existence very truly.

The bedroom was quiet, only a trace of red mist drifting slowly.

Angel walked gently to the exit and reached for the tabs of the lid.

A cold, hard touch suddenly came from the copper pull ring.

Syllable!

With a soft sound, the black lid was slowly pulled up. Reveal the red channel below.

Anglie crouched by the lid and did not go out immediately, but waited a little.

There was no movement outside, just silence.

He gently patted his waist, and in the middle of his forehead, a black scorpion figure suddenly appeared. Then he took out the prepared Thornlight magic weapon from his sleeve and held it in his left hand.

After doing these. He jumped slightly.

Syllable!

Stand steadily in the hallway.

Quickly looked left and right, there was no movement on either side, just a hazy red mist slowly lingering in the air.

Anglie took a deep breath, and there was not the slightest smell of sulfur in the air.

Clang!

Suddenly, there was the sound of a metal ram.

"It's the bell" Anglie was startled, and the surface of his body faintly glowed with a more obvious silver-white.

Clang!

Another bell, mixed with a faint echo.

"The sound is close. Angree walked slowly in the direction of the bell.

Originally, it was in the direction of the corridor leaving the accommodation area. At this time, it became a red mist-shrouded area.

Anglie didn't dare to go fast, he walked cautiously forward. Turn around a corner. Enter another hallway.

Suddenly, he saw the source of the bell.

On the left side of the hallway, a large mahogany clock is embedded in the wall. It's more than a man tall. The dark red wooden surface and the white dial create a vivid color difference.

In the cavity of the wood under the clock.

The black ram slammed into a red piece of metal with a rhythmic chime.

Anglie stopped in front of the clock and reached out to touch the surface of the clock, which was smooth in texture.

He frowned.

As he continued to walk along the corridor, he faintly felt that the mysterious coordinates left in his mind faintly emitted a hint of information pointing in the direction.

After walking a few corridors forward, the bell continued to sound from behind him, and it was very rhythmic.

Bell ウユウ!

Suddenly, the bell became extremely rapid in an instant.

Bell bell

It's as if someone is impatiently slamming into it. There was a hurried tapping sound. It seems that someone is venting their anxious anger. Grabbed the bell and slammed it on the metal sheet.

Angler grabbed the cutlass in his backhand, turned and ran backwards at a rapid pace.

Bang Bang Bang!!

The sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway. The bells also became more and more rapid and chaotic. It seems that the person who pulls the bell is getting more and more impatient.

Angel arched his body, his scimitar in his backhand, and his eyes glowed with a faint blue light.

The corner of the corridor in front is getting closer and closer, getting closer and closer. The footsteps are getting quieter. Lighter and lighter.

Laugh at!

He jerked around and rushed to the hallway in front of the dormitory. Slowly poked his head out and looked in.

At this moment, the sound of the wall clock suddenly stopped.

The hallway was quiet, there was nothing, it was empty, and there was no trace of a clock on the wall.

Anglie watched vigilantly. The place where the wall clock was previously placed. Just a bare wall.

Hiss

Suddenly, a radio-like clatter kept coming from all around.

"This is Gelman. Gelman's illusion will be a record of Gelman's life, and my father said, I will become a legend, and I think it will be too."

Anglie's face changed slightly, and he suddenly stepped backwards and walked briskly out of the corridor.

In the air, the voice of a little boy came clearly from the hallway.

"Gelman loved chestnuts, drank Bentley water, and loved to lie on his mother's stomach in the morning...... There was a hint of innocence and liveliness in his voice.

Angree's face grew more and more ugly, and he ran quickly down the hallway, the sound burrowing into his head like a drill, and his ears tingled.

"Ahh ”

"Why are they afraid of me? I'm so cute. What a nasty man!"

The little boy's voice finally grew weaker and weaker, and finally slowly blurred until it was no longer audible.

Angel slowly stopped. At this time, his face was already covered in cold sweat.

The corridor in front was dark, and nothing could be seen, and it was equally dark behind him.

Anglie didn't know how long he had been running, and the little boy's voice gave him a splitting headache, and he couldn't hold any thoughts. And the shaman's inability to unite his spirit means that he has no power to resist. That's why he walked away quickly.

"Chip, call up my route. ”

'Warning warning of unexpected deviation of movement route in data image recall'

Angle's left eye. A clear map slowly emerged, and under the pale blue line shape, it was written: 'Map of the original ruins'

Another red-line map slowly appeared in his right eye, a completely unfamiliar map.

The ruins came out of the dormitory area, and one of the routes he ran and walked was clearly visible, and the rest was a fog, apparently with no record of exploration.

And the route he ran forward was a straight line. It stretches for a long distance.

Compare the original map. There's no such corridor up there.

Anglie faintly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and vigilantly observed back and forth to prevent any accidents.

Tighten the scimitar in your hand. He slowly moved on.

Soon, an oil painting appeared on the wall on the right. Pale gold border, colorful picture. It looks very exquisite.

Angre paused slowly and looked at the painting.

In the middle of the city, there are two small human figures, which are randomly outlined with black lines. The head is also just a simple circle.

On the delicate oil painting, it looks very incongruous, like a child scribbling a few strokes in a good work.

Suddenly, two figures moved in front of Angle's eyes.

In the city on the flat oil painting, two humanoid figures are running hand in hand. Active.

"Lala, my people, where are you going, come back, come back, come back to me"

A gentle woman's singing voice suddenly came from all directions around Angele. It's like a murmur, and it's like a song.

Anglie looked left and right, and the hallway was empty. There was only darkness in front of and behind.

He had a faint creepy feeling.

Armed with his scimitar, he continued to walk briskly away. The woman's singing voice soon faded into silence.

At the end of the hallway, a pale red bronze door soon appeared, the door was half-open, revealing a bright white light inside.

Quietly walked to the crack in the door. He looked in.

On the left side of the room, two white cats are squatting together and playing chess. Their right hands are all human arms, which are thick and powerful, with yellowish skin, exactly like the hands of adult men.

Every time they take a piece, they do so with this stout human hand.

The two white cats were engrossed in playing chess, noticing any other movement outside.

Anglie reined in his breath and walked slowly into the room, quietly walking slowly from the other side of the room.

He wasn't going to alarm the two white cats. When you enter the nightmare world in your own lakeside villa, you face that kind of danger, not to mention the ruins under this crater, which is itself an ancient ruin. The nightmare world here will definitely not be comparable to the original lakeside wilderness.

Even if Anglie has now advanced to a stronger level, he doesn't want to rashly try the strength of these strange creatures in the nightmare world. Last time, the old turtle almost made him petrified.

The two white cats did not notice Anglie at all, they were engrossed in playing chess, and did not pay any attention to any movement from the outside world.

Safely walking through the room, Angre walked to the hallway across the room with an open door.

The corridor in front of you is the magic experiment area of the ruins. In the gloom, the red mist loomed, and it looked a little hazy.

Angele looked to the left, and in a room with open doors, a wall full of black and green vines was clearly visible. In the middle of the wall, a woman's face slowly protruded.

That's the sculptural sign of this wall. He's been here a lot lately, and he's familiar with it.

Anglie squinted, faintly noticing that there seemed to be something wrong with the sculpted woman's face.

Suddenly, the black eyes on that face suddenly turned to look at him.

Anglie suddenly felt a cool air rise from the soles of his feet.

"Welcome, guests from other worlds. The woman's face opened her mouth to speak, in a very standard ancient Byronic language. The voice is hoarse and magnetic.

"Come in, don't be afraid, I have no ill will. ”

Angre licked his chapped lips, pushed the door open, and walked in with his scimitar.