Sether took one last look at the Duke of Windsor's corpse, and felt that the death on that half of his face was even more eerie.

He listened to the movement outside, and at this moment the whole of Cloudcastle was almost silent, and Sether thought it was quite strange, there were no sentinels, no patrols, no horses' hooves, and no passwords for the handover. He wasn't afraid of clashes with the people here, but finding the hidden eyebrows right now was the most important thing, and it was one thing to be missing.

Sether walked to the door, and this time he twisted the handle, and the door opened with ease, and it seemed that once Bloody Rose was dead, the witchcraft in the room seemed to be unraveled, or at least partially unraveled—knowing that there were other snare traps that this terrible woman had laid here.

No, no need to guess, there must be other pitfalls, it's a certainty. Sether knew the Duchess of Windsor, a woman who always did the full set of acts. However, knowing this is of no use to Sether, because whether she is dead or alive, her tricks are always known only to herself, and Bloody Rose trusts no one, especially men. Seser is well aware of this.

But the only thing that surprised him was that before she died, she had told her that she wanted to get Sesher's love, which he had never thought about.

Seser knows that he is attracted to women, he does not deliberately release them, and he never hides them, a man like him who grew up in a pile of women, can tell at a glance whether the other party is attracted to him - and most of the time, there is no need to speculate about the heart of the woman, because the answer is almost 100% yes.

But since Sether was a child, he had never felt the slightest bit of Bloody Rose's desire for himself - only that the poisonous snake had hidden himself too deeply.

Sether replayed everything about her as he left the room and locked the door from the outside. He looked around, and the corridor was so quiet that there wasn't even a single guard, and Sether was suspicious, thinking that the dead corridor was even more terrifying than the dead woman lying on the ground with a sword in her heart.

The huge castle looked like a tomb at the moment, with no maids, no servants, no life, and Sether ran through the carpeted corridors, not even hearing his own footsteps.

It's hell alive.

He even deliberately made a ping-pong sound, but not even a single mouse was attracted to him. It's all really weird, it's unbelievable.

Wait, how long is this corridor? How can it seem endless, and there is no end to it? Seser stopped, he was sweating, he was cold and hot, and he felt more and more that everything around him was wrong.

Now, he began to wish he could meet anyone in this castle, even the captain of the Blackbeard Guard who had almost fought so hard with him to poke a hole in each other's body.

However, in the end, it backfired, and Sether ran through the corridor for half of the time, not even a ghost was encountered.

There must be sorcery here!

But the spellcaster, Bloody Meili, is dead, is he going to be trapped here for the rest of his life?

At this moment, Sether finally understood the phrase "You can't kill me" that Bloody Meili had repeated before she died. Then her subtext is, if Sether kills me, then he will not be able to get out of this cloud castle for the rest of his life.

I don't believe that I will be trapped in this tomb of the living dead for the rest of my life by a dead woman's witchcraft. If I had to do it all over again, I would have killed this condemned woman.

But what now?

There is no other way but to continue to look for an exit.

Sether struggled to calm himself down, and instead of just blindly running down the hallways, he opened the doors one by one. Some doors could be opened, and there were only ordinary furniture or miscellaneous items, but some doors could not be opened, and he knocked on the doors that could not be opened, and then put his ear to the door panel and listened carefully, but there was no sound from inside to answer him.

Just then, he heard a noise, as if someone had opened a distant door and crept out. Although the sound was very soft, it was easily captured by Sesher in this dead silence.

He held his breath and finally made out that the sound seemed to be coming from his right hand, and Sether immediately turned around and took a quick step to catch up.

At that moment, he felt a dark shadow flash in front of him, and Sether shouted.

"Wait!"

But no one responded to him, and Sether quickened his pace, but the black shadow in front of him also ran faster at the same time, and he wanted to see the form of the back figure clearly in the high-speed operation, but he felt that his vision was blurry, and he couldn't see the figure clearly, and he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman.

But since he can run faster than him, Ming Rao's physical fitness must be very good.

"Stop!

Sether shouted, but he knew the man wouldn't respond to him, but he did it anyway, perhaps the sound he made would wake up some memory or shadow in the old castle.

Even if it was the Grim Reaper who woke up, it was much better than if he was now wandering around like a blind cat.

Sether kept chasing the shadow closely, and the shadow always kept a fixed distance from him, and when he was fast, the shadow was fast, and when he wanted to catch his breath and slow down, the shadow slowed down.

Just when Sether was desperate to give up, suddenly the shadow turned around and disappeared from his eyes

He was immediately startled, and immediately mustered all his strength to catch up, but unexpectedly, he found a spiral staircase at the turn.

Sether was overjoyed and hurried downstairs, but the dark shadow was now gone.

He suddenly shuddered and shuddered.

His sixth sense warned him aloud in his mind—it all seemed to foreshadow a terrible trap, what if some terrible force was luring him to an unknown and terrible land, intending to kill his soul or body?

But he couldn't care so much now, and if he was dead horizontally and vertically, it was much better to die in the process of pursuing or attacking than to huddle in an endless corridor and die silently like a trapped lion.

Sether continued to take a step, hurriing down the stairs. He had expected the staircase to be as endless as the hallway before, but he was wrong.

Within a few minutes of walking up the stairs, he came to a wide, bright and dazzling platform.