After all this, Bo Fu Dalu walked out of the manor with a smile, and on the way he glanced casually at certain places, and did not make any more moves, and walked out of the gate in a graceful manner, and then disappeared like smoke. After he disappeared, a few people rolled out of the manor and ran desperately.

Bo Fu, who re-emerged his figure, stood on the French side of the strait, he did not look back at the island, and disappeared directly again, so he loomed through the whole of Western Europe, and nothing "bad" happened along the way - that is, he saved a few "witches" who were about to be put on the fire, so that some "people" had grievances and revenge

In Wallachia at this time, the count's name had not yet been heard—he had not even converted his castle, and no one dared to set foot in the half-collapsed castle that had been burned by fire. The remnants of the people around the castle also died from each other, and the deaths were all white without exception, and there was not a drop of blood on their bodies. Today, more than two years later, no one dares to live within a few kilometers of the castle - the Turks who occupied it have tried to enter the place of death, but no matter how many scriptures or exorcism amulets they have, anyone who dares to stay in this place for more than three nights will lose their blood and die. So the Turks also abandoned the castle, giving up on the idea of converting this well-located castle into a new fortress, and moved the remnants of the population within a radius of tens of kilometers, leaving the abandoned villages to be swallowed up by bushes and forests.

And Berfu was now standing in front of the crumbling gates of the lifeless, ruined castle, and he turned past the massive crumbling porch boulder on the ground. Walk in the square in front of the castle with overgrown grass. The original tiles on the ground have also cracked. The winds of the Wallachian dusk blow the wild grass that grows on the ground. Bo Fu walked through the square very calmly. There was no sound of people in the castle, the only sound was the whistling of the wind through the rubble of the collapsed buildings, sometimes mixed with the wow-wah of large black crows falling on the stones.

It didn't take long for Bo Fu to stand in front of the original hall gate of the castle, which had already burned the wooden gate in the flames, and half of the door frame had collapsed, and even the hall behind it and the structure above had collapsed by as much as half, and the entire castle could actually be regarded as a complete ruin. The castle's stone has burnt marks. All the furniture and curtains inside were basically gone, and there were charred black markings everywhere on the ground and walls. Bo Fu walked on the tattered ground, looking left and right at the traces of the battle, "A few but elite warriors resist the majority of the enemy." It's just that I haven't seen a single corpse, could it be that the Turks have collected all these corpses? Didn't they also sacrifice a head to Istanbul, or I don't know which unlucky dead ghost's head was cut off in the road. Bo Fu said as he leapt up the half-collapsed staircase and stepped onto the ground on the second floor.

Again, only half of the buildings remain, and there is no trace of human existence. Bo Fu jumped directly to the third floor and walked all the way down the charred hallway. The room at the back of the room burned down completely. It can be seen that the flames spread from here - but the peculiar traces of the fire prove that the flames are burning from above, completely contrary to the general condition of fire. Here, Bo Fu laughed slightly, and he stretched out a hand, flicking it gently in front of him.

The space in front of him trembled like a wave of water, and then it was swept aside by Bo Fu's hand - a completely different room appeared in front of Bo Fu, and the original charred black and burned room became a virtual scene, as if it were a negative. It was covered with a new image, a room decorated with rich red and black velvet, covered with a thick carpet of bright red wool, and a high-backed chair in silver and wood on the floor, on which a tall, handsome man sat with his eyes closed, one hand on his cheek, the other on the handle of the chair, sitting cross-legged in the chair. The man was wearing a black coat, with a beautiful mustache and a short mustache on his chin, and he had no breath at all, as if he were a wax figure.

And Bo Fu began to spin his body, and under his eyes, the original collapsed castle completely changed - the old boulder returned to its original position, completely ignoring the collapse on the translucent background, many translucent buildings extended out, and the main body of the castle was completely unshattered, and it was completely inconsistent with the original appearance. The Gothic architecture that was supposed to appear in Western Europe completely replaced the old Eastern European castle in front of it, and the black miasma kept producing new houses in the otherwise empty places. Bo Fu walked to the edge of the collapsed room and looked out at the plaza outside, which was also covered with a new translucent scene, and the shattered square in the background was not real at all, but a new circular square suspended in an endless swirling dark mist, with an unknown light source, constantly emerging from nothingness, along with a twisted black forest

Bo Fu looked at all this, then turned his head to look at the sleeping man, and then he twisted his fingers, and a small ball of light seeped into the chaos of nothingness, and the Gothic castle suddenly took shape a lot faster—and Bo Fu also took out a very small and delicate "model" of the castle, and looked closely at the very small things moving in it, and then threw this model to coincide with the Gothic castle

After doing all this, Bo Fu stepped out of the picture, and the whole person seemed to be blurred, moving in the picture. He walked into the castle, he walked through the illusory castle, he pushed open one door after another, passed through one corridor and one area after another, the alchemical institute, the marble corridor, the library, the chapel, the arena, and finally he passed through the outer corridor of the clock tower and came to a small room.

There was a warm fireplace and wool carpet on the floor, a small coffee table and a rocking chair by the fireplace, and a bedroom with a huge four-poster bed and a fireplace in the bedroom, which baked the whole room very warm. Bo Fu stretched his waist, took a good wash in the small bathroom on the side, and then jumped straight into the soft big bed like this, and lowered the bed curtain, "I wish myself a good dream"

Outside the window of this small suite, the dark sky was still expanding, the pale clouds reflected the red moonlight, and the wind howled outside the window, rolling up the snowflakes falling in the sky. At the edge of the square appeared a huge cliff, the bottomless cliff with white vapour - it was the rushing glacier below, the ice chips that were broken and washed into the air by the water vapor, the castle was built on a flattened hill, a long stone bridge connected the castle square with the avenue of dark mountains and forests in the distance, where did the avenue lead (to be continued......