The walls of the Streamer Pavilion are not high, and anyone can climb into them, but no one can climb out of the same wall.

Sun Shadow and Peng Xiu have already experienced it once. But this rule does not apply well to the ghosts of unconventional creatures. The walls were nothing to him, and there was little to trap him, with exceptions, of course.

At this time, the ghost was anxiously wandering around the streamer pavilion, floating around to be precise. Although he can come and go freely here, he can't bear to be too big here, and the map is really not very useful, so it is really too time-consuming to search bit by bit, which really does not match his anxious state of mind at this time.

But I still see some messy things here, which are not very pleasant and sad. What the hell is it that the girls at the gambling table just now have teamed up to defraud a man, and the man is quite happy; what the hell is it that there are female customers prostituting men here; and the flower hall, isn't it night, why is that flower hall the sun in the morning, and I almost went in and died in the sun. Why didn't he come across any of the places where Riying and Peng Xiu came back last time, nor did he see any concert halls, let alone Carmel's room? Now he was very reluctant to go to the dance hall where there was some kind of god chattering music, which, according to Miga, was authentic. I think it should be more reasonable to imprison people in the tunnels.

He finally found the red-and-black soft leather door that Miga had spoken, as if all sound had been cut off, and it was only when he entered the ballroom that he fully understood what he meant. The deafening music in the ballroom created waves of sound in the air, and the ghost almost felt like it would be blown away. But fortunately, the black hall was his best concealment, and he quickly and accurately found the entrance downward.

The moment I reached the lower floor, I felt alive again. Once again, the sound was gone, and only silence remained. After going down, a corridor stretches in an unknown direction, but judging by the cleanliness of the corridor, it seems that there are many people coming and going. The ghost happily floated forward, and finally he came to the place he wanted to be, the cell.

At the turn of a corridor, there were many locked cells with iron bars extending on both sides, large and small, some with people and some with no people. All the light people are men, young and old. The ghost drifted by, searching incessantly, hoping to find the Sunshadow. But he found nothing all the way, until he reached the innermost room, where he saw a young man who was also tall and thin, sleeping on a cold stone bed with his back to the iron fence, and he happily passed through the iron fence.

"Shadow, is that you, Shadow. The man on the bed did not turn over, nor did he pay attention to the ghost, who felt strange and turned to the front of the group, whose face was covered with hair, and seemed to fall into a deep sleep. The ghost worriedly sent a rare hand in the black mist to wipe away the hair, but was frightened by the face behind the hair.

It was clearly not the Hikage, it was another young man. But the young man's eyes were closed, his face was pale, and his cheekbones were sunken and terrifying, he was no longer breathing, but his skin was still warm, and he had just died.

"Is he dead?" was just as the ghost was frightened and a little dazed, when a hoarse question came from the cell opposite him.

"You see me, you're not afraid of me, how do you know he's dead?" the ghost heard the question, and slowly drifted to the other side. In fact, the ghost had just floated all the way through the cell, and others had seen him, but no one spoke, either they didn't believe their eyes, or they didn't dare to answer at all.

"Aren't you right across from me? you're so scary, aren't you the stealth secret of your clan, but you're not really not human. It's just that people of your clan are quite rare, yes, how can you live in the imperial capital. The man's hoarse voice asked with a bit of fearlessness.

"I haven't finished asking yet, you have to ask me first. Very few people know about our race, and you know that. Boom. I'll kill you if you don't say anything. ”

"He hadn't eaten in five days. You can be frightened, it's not dead or anything. Didn't I answer you all, why are you still laughing and threatening me? I'm just an ordinary person who knows a little more than anyone else, and I can't stand being scared. The man was very frank, but in fact he was very relaxed and not afraid of threats at all.

"I don't think you're like the ordinary people you say, what's your name, who are you, why are you being locked up here. The ghost asked.

"Are you here to find someone?" the man did not answer, but asked. "If you're here to find someone, then help me out, I'm familiar with this place, and I can help you find it together. ”

The ghost didn't answer, and there was a sense of treachery and theft at the sudden invitation.

Seeing that the ghost had no intention of agreeing, the man continued. "My name is Moses, and I'm a student of the history of the Illuminati, and I've been in the royal library before, and I've been imprisoned here because I accidentally learned something about Morton's past with Bright Street. I'm not a bad person, and it's been a long time since anyone has been able to come in and out like this freely, and if you can come in like this, you will definitely be able to go out, and take me out, okay?"

"Morton's secret? Is this Morton's territory? Not Carmel's?"

"Kamel?well, that guy came here once in six months. That's when he found out about it. And he lied to me that he would get me out. But not at all. Moses said with some indignation. "However, I don't think he should dare, and he probably doesn't have that strength. ”

"Are there any other cells here?" the ghost asked, not bothering about whose territory this was, but rather interested in finding the Sunshadow.

"In addition to here, there is another place, I heard that some women are closed. Why, are you looking for a woman?"

"Male. The ghost replied.

"That's a bit of a tricky one. As far as I know, men are generally locked up here. Unless it is a special person, it is possible to be held in solitary confinement. Moses helped with the analysis.

"And do you know where you are held in solitary confinement?"

At this time, Moses was a little hesitant, he was also a prisoner, and even if he knew a little about this place, it was only a few scratches of the surface. But if he answers that he doesn't know at this time, it is obvious that the person in front of him will not save himself. But if he replied that he didn't find it by then, he didn't know if the person in front of him would kill him.

The ghost wasn't stupid either, and he immediately understood that the person in front of him didn't know. If he really knew, maybe he should have been more skeptical.

"I'll save you, but not now. I think my boss should want to know about Morton's and the Illuminati's past. ”

"Then you'd better be sure that he won't be locked up like me or killed by Morton when he finds out. I'm already lucky, Morton didn't want to kill me directly, because he felt that I still had value. But I'll tell you boss, I'm going to die. Moses was not without hesitation, but here, he had been locked up for too long, and he had spent too much time, even in the face of death, he would still choose this rare freedom.

"Don't worry, you'll know when you see my boss. Besides, if Morton really captured my friend, it would have been his luck that my boss didn't kill him. Now I still need to look for it again. You wait for me first. ”

"Then look south, maybe there's something you need. ”

The faint aroma of food is particularly tempting in the darkness where the eye can only see the outline by adaptation.

But Sunshadow still didn't get up. He didn't want to waste his physical strength before he figured it out, and he didn't want to risk being poisoned. Some poisons don't kill people, but they can make people lose more of other things here.

Sunshadow's eyes kept scanning the room, but in addition to nails and nails, a sense of helplessness once again pervaded.

Just then, the small window under the door opened again. Something slipped in through the window again.

As soon as the shadow looked, it was the diary found in Chambord.

The journal was taken along with the rest of Sunshadow's belongings. Sunshadow originally thought that he would not find it again, but he didn't expect it to be sent back first. Now, it is unknown where his little silver sword was obtained.

Just when the shadow was thinking about whether to get up and get it, a diary of the same style was stuffed into the small window, along with a glowing fluorite, and the darkness in the room was instantly dispelled.

Only then did he see that there were already many small wounds on his arms, his hands, and his feet, and whenever he approached the nails, the wounds that would not have dripped, would also collect a drop of blood, as if guided by gravity, to the nails and grooves.

The purpose of the fluorite was to ask him to read another diary. Sunshadow didn't care about the wounds at this point, but got up and walked towards the door. And the blood marks on the soles of his feet were also connected.

"Who are you?" Sunshadow's question made the small window quickly want to close, but Sunshadow stopped him, and he asked again. "Are you Kamel?"

The doorway did not respond, but shook his hand away and closed the small window. This small window cannot be opened from the inside, only from the outside.

There are only a few people related to Chambord, and he doesn't suspect that it is Morton, but if Morton really knew that he was a woman, he would not let him bleed at all, but sent him directly to the Holy Court of Light.

However, his affairs were revealed by Althea, and Althea's ability to recognize the taste of blood is most likely their guide or standard for finding prey. But Sunkage thinks that the person outside is not Altea, so it is more likely that Carmel is there.

The question of temptation is not answered, and it is all the more worthy of further study.

Why do they want blood? I don't know if this diary will give him the answer. Sunshadow sat down cautiously again near the door, and began to flip through the yellowed diary.

The diary turned the first page with a name written on it. It's a name he's seen in another book.

Yu Qing.

"Did you hide what I did?" said the girl in a black lace tutu stood in the flower hall, this time facing Kamel. A girl's intuition is always like this for no reason, the last time she chose to get by, but the uneasiness in her heart invaded her again and again, so that she couldn't help but find a confrontation again.

"You mean Thor? I told you last time, it has nothing to do with me. Kamel reiterates his innocence.

"It's not. I think you've done something else. I always feel that you are different from you half a year ago. ”

"It's going to change. Aren't you too, Xiaoya? ”