It wasn't until the second half that Ding Bao's speed began to pick up.

She deliberately controlled her pace, and by about the afternoon of the third day, the carriage had reached the entrance to the forest.

Ding Bao was familiar with this road and had deliberately memorized the route, so he didn't waste too much time when he shuttled through the forest.

In the evening, the carriage arrived at the back gate of the castle.

Ding Bao tied up the carriage, which was worth thirty-three silver coins, tightened his cloak slightly, and slowly walked towards the ancient castle.

In fact, as soon as she reached the entrance to the forest, she smelled a vague smell of burning, which grew stronger and stronger as the carriage went deeper, and when she got closer to the castle, the smell was almost tangy.

The smell came from inside the castle.

It doesn't look like the smell of a house on fire, but if you smell it carefully, there is a faint fishy smell mixed with this burnt smell.

Like the smell of some living creature being burned.

The tip of Ding Bao's nose moved slightly, and the foot that was originally walking towards the back door suddenly turned, and he walked towards the gate of the ancient castle.

The forest at night is particularly eerie, especially in such a dead and dark atmosphere, which makes people can't help but feel creepy.

The castle in the forest still lies dormant like a giant beast, and the gate of the castle is the closed mouth of the giant beast, waiting for the prey to take the bait.

The sound of the wind in your ears and the soft ground under your feet can leave a clear footprint with every step.

Ding Bao looked down, in front of the ancient castle, the messy footprints had already explained everything that had happened here before.

Looking up, the door of the castle was covered with mottled marks, the gate was half open, and the other half had been smashed by external forces and fell on the grass, and the liquid flowing out of the castle was like blood from the mouth of a giant beast, gathering drop by drop, and wetting the grass under his feet.

Ding Bao raised his feet and continued to step forward, stepping on the stairs and entering the gate of the ancient castle.

Looking up at the entrance, it was the floor-to-ceiling window she was most familiar with, the window was full of beautiful and simple patterns, but now she looked up, the floor-to-ceiling window under the moonlight was bright, and the woman in the painting disappeared, leaving only the green vines that originally surrounded the woman's feet.

The bare windows reveal the eerie and desolate coldness of the forest.

Ding Bao indifferently retracted his gaze and continued to walk forward, turning left through the front hall, which was the staircase upstairs.

And the rich smell came from the top of the staircase, and the further up you go, the stronger the smell becomes.

The old planks creaked under his feet, and with each step there was a slight dislocation sound, Ding Bao seemed to be afraid of alarming the creatures in the castle, and gradually slowed down.

On the fifth floor, she stopped and looked up.

There was still silence in her ears, and she lifted her foot to continue upward, and when she stepped on the last step, she suddenly stepped on something.

Looking down, it was a long shape, and in the darkness Ding Bao couldn't see what was under her feet, she could only continue to walk forward, and every next step would accidentally step on a long and soft object.

There are three rooms on the sixth floor, the leftmost is the storage room, the middle is the perennial locked room, and the rightmost is the bedroom of Jinting.

Ding Bao had never stepped into his bedroom, so as she approached the door, her breathing slowed and a nervous expression appeared on her face.

"Squeak-"

A long, shrill sound of the door opening sounded.

The whole room is imprinted.