On the second floor of the Red Castle, Yorkham Jones and Lux had already explored the last room, and before that, the two had only observed and inspected all the rooms, and had not actually done anything to rummage through.

All rooms are identical, and there is also a dried female corpse.

The only difference is that each dried corpse has a different body posture, some are lying on their stomachs, some are standing, all kinds of strange postures, but their heads and necks are up, as if they are venting some kind of emotion.

It's so quiet, it's not like an evil god at all...

Muttering, Yorkham Jones pushed the last door open and entered.

The moment the door opened, a blurry scene caught Yorkham Jones's eyes

It's a real-world white castle with four men kneeling at the top of four staircases, chanting ancient and long syllables as if doing a prayer ritual.

Of the four men, Yorkham Jones knew one of them, and that one kneeling on the left staircase was Ducky Yorkson, a bee scout who had been killed by the Dreadlord.

The other three, one of whom was over half a hundred years old and had gray hair, another looked fat and greasy, and the last one was completely hidden in a black robe, and his image was barely visible.

After a while, a dozen young and beautiful women slowly walked into the castle, their eyes blank, their rhythms perfectly synchronized, as if they were being controlled by something.

As the group of women walked up the stairs, four kneeling men suddenly got up, each took out a knife and walked towards the woman who was being controlled.

As knives were inserted into the bodies of more than a dozen women, countless blood began to pour down the stairs.

After a few minutes, the entire white castle suddenly turned dark red.

Then the four men knelt down again, and they began to recite the old syllables from before.

As the syllables beat, the countless heads at the top of the hall began to laugh eerily.

Slowly, amid laughter, a bay of blood flowed from the surrounding walls.

Then, the blood slowly gathered into countless tentacles and crawled towards the dozen or so young women who were lying in a pool of blood.

When the tentacles entered the woman's body, the women who had been lying in a pool of blood gradually and slowly stood up, their faces began to appear with high lust, and their mouths kept moaning.

As the moans resounded in the castle, the voices of excitement and enjoyment came from the countless heads at the top of the hall, and as the countless heads shook, the flesh and blood of the group of women began to dissipate and float towards the heads at the top.

After a few moments, the young women were reduced to dried corpses.

"Moser..."

An old shallow song suddenly rang out in the red castle, and in the midst of this sound, everything was still.

As the syllables beat, the blood on the ground suddenly turned into thin red worms crawling towards the four men who were kneeling and praying.

When the red worm completely covered the four men, except for the black-robed man, the other three men quickly dissolved into a cloud of blood.

"Moser..."

After the three men completely dissolved, the ancient voice reappeared.

As soon as the voice fell, clumps of blood suddenly flew up, and quickly sketched out the three male models that had been dissolved.

After a few more minutes, the three men slowly crawled out of their blood, seemingly reborn and evolved, and then the three of them fell to their knees and prayed again.

The man hidden under the black robe was extremely strange, he was not dissolved, it seemed that the blood given by the red castle had been absorbed by him.

As the other three men prayed, the mysterious black-robed man suddenly disappeared into a red blood light, and then disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, the eyes of Yorkham Jones and Lux suddenly returned to reality.

The two shook their heads in confusion, and Yorkham Jones said:

"It seems that the four of them awakened the castle through rituals... One of them is the dead Bee Scout, whose transcendent properties are supposed to have been bestowed upon by the castle. ”

Then Jokham Jones asked:

"The 'Moser' that sounded in the castle just now stands for 'lust' in the Gudawa language. You, could this castle be the essence of the evil god?"

"But why does it show us the picture?"

"It could be, but it could be some kind of transcendent creature we don't know about..."

"As for the images, they were probably meant to tempt us to join it... However, it seems to have a low IQ, and it doesn't recognize us as Goddess of Light believers..."

In reply, Lux glanced around the inside of the house and said:

"It's still the same as the room in front... My Witcher Fu can't sense it, do you have any ideas?"

After some thought, Yorkham Jones proposed:

"Otherwise, let's contact Judge Dai'er, after all, the weakest evil gods are all domain-level..."

Lux never imagined that Yorkham Jones would answer like this, and after hearing this, she immediately glared at Yorkham Jones:

"Mr. Pastor, as a believer in the light, you must not be afraid of death! What's more, it is hiding from us now, which shows that it is afraid of us! Maybe, you and I can clean it up!"

This is an evil god!

I'm not like you carry the Law Seal with you...

After muttering a few words in his heart, Yorkham Jones shook his head and sighed:

"Okay, then let's split up and search the room to see if there are any clues. ”

With that, Yorkham Jones turned and walked out the door.

After glancing back and forth with the Eye of Light, Yorkham Jones still didn't see anything unusual, and then he took out a few drops of the Holy Water of Light and held them in his palm, and walked towards the next room.

Entering the room, Yorkham Jones locked the door directly.

Looking at the dog-crawling corpse on the desk, Yorkham Jones shook his head and sighed:

"I'll keep you at peace. ”

With that, Yorkham Jones walked slowly towards his desk and opened the drawer to search.

After a few moments, with the soft click of rummaging, red worms suddenly crawled out from the front of the desk.

Yorkham Jones was still rummaging through the drawers, seemingly completely oblivious.

Slowly, the red worm climbed onto the desk and crawled into the corpse of Zheng

Suddenly, the silent dry corpse writhed slowly, twisted slightly, and opened its mouth to bite at Yorkham Jones.

Looking up suddenly, looking at the dry skin reflected in his eyes, looking at its empty eyes, looking at its mouth that spits black gas, Yorkham Jones hurriedly raised his left hand dripping with light holy water and slapped it.

With a 2,000-pound slap, the dried corpse's head was immediately split in half, and at the same time, drops of writhing blood appeared on Yorkham Jones's palm.

But with the protection of the light holy water in advance, these blood can struggle a few times, and then turn into insects and fall to the rain.

"Grandma, you're really afraid of that stupid girl in Lux!"

"No, you're afraid of her 'God's Scepter'!"

"You think I'm a bully?"

After a few quick mutters to himself, Yorkham Jones raised his left hand and slapped it towards the corpse, muttering as he smacked:

"Makes you look down on the Melee Priest..."

Nearly smashed a dried corpse to pieces, Yorkham Jones picked up a few pages of papers in a drawer and walked out.

PS: I! Nothing is looking...