Late at night.

A noisy dinner party has dispersed, and the castle of Said has fallen silent.

At the dinner that had just ended, Monsieur Pierre was in a very good mood and personable, and he extended his sincere wishes to everyone who attended the dinner, even including Mr. Beruget, who tried to deceive him at breakfast.

He cordially invited Mr. Beruguet to stay in the castle for a longer period of time to attend his meetings with Rabelais, Davis, and others, and Mr. Beruguet did not agree or refuse.

When the dinner was over, the others went back to their rooms in a little drunkenness, and Monsieur Pierre returned cheerfully to his bedroom, and pulled out from the bookshelf a yellowed copy of "The Paradise of the Soul", and read it by heart, accompanied by the bright moonlight.

After more than half an hour, the wine gradually rose, and he felt a little sleepy, so he closed the scroll, blew out the candles, and lay down on the bed to sleep.

In the middle of the night, the moonlight shines through the window and shines on the wall clock on the wall, and the hands dance forward minute by minute, until they reach midnight.

The moonlight suddenly shook, like rippling water, and the scene in the room became a little hazy, as if seen through a layer of frosted glass.

A trace of black gas evaporated from the side of Mr. Pierre's bedside and gathered beside his bed, forming a thick black mist.

Strangely, there was no change in the window, only Mr. Pierre lying alone on the bed, quietly sleeping.

After a few minutes, the black mist condensed into a human, and the silhouette looked like a tall knight, a knight in black armor.

The Black Mist Knight stood on the edge of the bed and looked at Pierre silently for a few seconds, then stretched out his right hand, reached out his index finger, and gently swiped his fingertips on his forehead.

Mr. Ponsei was unconscious, and still slept soundly, and even had a smile on his face, as if he had dreamed of something interesting.

With the movement of his fingertips, a capital "S" appeared on Mr. Pierre's forehead, in pure black handwriting, as if written in thick ink.

After writing this word, the black fog knight gradually dissipated and turned into a trace of black gas again, but these black gases did not float out of the house, but injected into the black "S" one by one.

With the injection of black gas, the black "S" gradually began to shine, and when all the black gas was injected, the letter was as bright as a black pearl, shining in the night.

The black "S" glows in the night for a short time, and after just a few seconds, it disappears on the forehead, leaving no trace at all.

After a while, Monsieur Pierre opened his eyes, sat up slowly, and did it quietly for a while, looking at the mirror not far away, and suddenly grinned and smiled vigorously.

For some reason, the muscles of his face are extremely poorly coordinated, and they are completely uncoordinated with each other, so his smile is extremely unnatural, and with his indifferent eyes, he looks like a zombie.

After a while, he stood up, walked barefoot to the closet, came to the blank wall, waved his arm, and punched the upper right side of the wall.

Boom!

As his fist fell, a crack cracked in the wall.

Mr. Pierre did not stop, and continued to smash hard, with several consecutive "bang, bang" sounds, and more and more cracks in the middle fist, and finally the whole collapsed, revealing a dark hole ten centimeters square.

Monsieur Pierre put his hand in, groped for it, and found out a silver metal box about seven or eight centimeters long and five or six centimeters wide, and opened the box, and inside was an old piece of parchment, neatly stacked there.

He took out the parchment, put it away close to his body, and placed the silver metal box in the cupboard.

When he had done all this, Monsieur Pierre lay back on the bed and, as before, fell asleep peacefully.

As he fell into a deep slumber, the moonlight in the room shook again, and the scene became clear again.

......

Hundreds of meters away.

Pang Xie was meditating in the room, he had just returned from Lucy Li's dream and fought the five monsters in his dream again.

Having had the experience of the previous meeting, he won in less time today than the previous one, and he almost won without injury.

At the moment when the black qi in Pier's room appeared, he suddenly opened his eyes, because at the same time, the Yuan Tu Sword, which had been silent for a long time in the dantian, suddenly moved, sending out a wave of excitement, as if he had encountered something extremely attractive.

Pang Xie's heart moved, and he hurriedly released the Yuan Tu Sword, only to see a flash of blood, and the Yuan Tu Sword swept out of the house.

He followed without hesitation and rushed out of the house with Yuan Tu Jian.

Swish!

After the Yuan Tu Sword flew out of the room, it flew all the way to the garden behind the ancient castle, and in the blink of an eye, it came to the middle of the garden, hovering above the garden, and the tip of the sword pointed straight down.

"Could it be that there's something down here?"

Pang Xie's heart moved, he flew and jumped away, took out a sapper shovel from the ring, dug down without hesitation, and in the blink of an eye, he played four or five meters deep, but found nothing.

Just when he was worried that someone would find out and hesitate to continue digging down, the Yuan Tu Sword suddenly stopped circling, turned into a bloody light again, and returned to the dantian.

"What the hell is going on?"

Pang Xie frowned a few times, Yuan Tu Jian could never mess around at will, there must be something here, but it is not a matter of digging like this, there are too many ways to hide something in the cultivation world, the most is the space spell, there is no correct way to crack it, no matter how you dig it, it is just in vain.

Thinking of this, Pang Xie jumped out of the pothole, jumped back to the ground, and filled the earth back to restore the ground to its original state.

......

One night, no more.

The next morning, the whole castle began to get busy, and Ponsei realized that in such an old castle alone, there were no less than a hundred people in Monsieur Pierre's entourage.

Hundreds of entourages are constantly going in and out of the back garden, placing tables and chairs, arranging flowers, busy like industrious ants, and as for the housekeeper, they are even more busy with their feet not touching the ground, constantly saying something.

Pang Xie didn't know what he was doing at first, but after asking the housekeeper, he realized that the party was tonight.

"Oh my God, the rich party's party is really different, when we have a party, all we need to do is make a few phone calls, buy a few beers, order a pizza, and at most add a Zuo Zongtang chicken!" Dean couldn't help but say.

"When you're born, and every party you go to is like that, then you don't feel any different. Lucy Li continued.

"That's class!" Dean said.

Monsieur Pierre didn't show up all day, and neither did the five monsters.

Mr. Berugart is not surprised by this, one of the greatest characteristics of dark creatures is that they hate the sun during the day, and even the most powerful dark creatures are no different.

Pang Xie felt more than that, he always felt a little uneasy, but he didn't find anything strange.

Minutes ticked by, and in the evening, the meeting began.

When Pang Xie received the invitation and came to the back garden, his pupils suddenly shrank, because he found that the main table of the banquet was placed above the hovering position of the Yuan Tu Sword last night!