When he came to this conclusion, Angel turned his head and looked left and right, wanting to see if there were other injured people nearby, otherwise, where did the blood on the woman come from
However, he saw nothing. This is a long corridor with dark sides on both sides. Occasionally, a wall lamp is burning, but the light of the wall lamp can only illuminate a range of one or two meters. Other than that, it is all dim.
Anyway, there was an illusion as a target, so Angel simply cast a light spell.
He moved dozens of meters before and after the manipulation of light.
Nothing was found, except for the woman in front of him, no one could be seen.
What's even more strange is that not only did Angel not find the injured person, but he didn't even find bloodstains.
If it is said that the floor has the function of automatic cleaning, that's all. But the trajectory of the woman's movement just now, and the ground on which she lay down, there was a lot of blood dripping. This means that the floor does not have the function of cleaning up the dirty blood or in a short period of time.
Who is the owner of the blood on her body? How did she suddenly appear here, and no bloodstains could be seen elsewhere
Angel once again observed the promenade on both sides of the window. The floor was light yellow, so blood stains could be clearly seen. But except for the blood where the woman hid earlier, the floor was clean and free of any stains.
Could it be that she really appeared out of thin air
Angel walked to the place where the woman hid before. This was the corner by the window. There were obvious blood drips and a bloody footprint on the floor. But other than that, there are no blood spots around.
The strength of this woman is not strong, at most she has just stepped into the stage of junior apprenticeship. If a person of this strength can use space transfer techniques, he is determined not to believe it. But if it doesn't appear out of thin air, it's a bit unreasonable.
Did it come in through the wall? That's not right. There is air outside the wall, and there is a drainage pipe outside. If she passes through the wall, he will definitely find out...
"Hey, is there a drain pipe outside?"
wrong! Angel suddenly remembered something!
He went to the window and looked outside. His eyes widened, the end of the drain pipe was on the third floor, that is to say, the drain pipe turned into the interior on the third floor!
But where the drain pipe bends into the interior is the corridor, where can there be drainage? ! Moreover, he did not find any traces of pipes in the corners before!
That's all, Angel also noticed one thing when he was climbing the drain pipe earlier.
There was a rustling sound of liquid flowing in the drain pipe. He didn't pay attention to it at the time, but now he thinks it is very strange. The drain pipe suddenly disappeared at the third wall, but where did the liquid inside come from
Could there be a hollow, mysterious place between the drain and the wall
As soon as this thought came up, Angel suddenly froze for a moment.
Why can't there be a hollow place? In the strange wizarding world, what is impossible? Fish fly in the sky, birds swim in the water, everywhere. It is even possible that the world is hidden behind the mirror. How can a wall be hollow
It is not difficult for Angel himself to create a hollow place in the middle. What's more, the owner here is an official wizard!
Thinking of this, Angel made the phantom walk back to the place where the woman was hiding, and stretched out his hand against the wall.
Angel and Illusion merged into one, feeling the energy fluctuations behind the wall.
After a while, a smile appeared on Angel's face. As he expected, the wall was engraved with an extended magic pattern, and there was indeed a room hidden in the center of the wall.
This makes sense, the woman came out of that hidden room, so there is no other bloodstain except this corner.
And the "injured person" should also be in this hidden room.
Angel made the phantom look like he was going to show off his strength. He didn't know if anyone would notice him, but just in case, everything Angel had to do was to let the phantom go. a process. This is done to make the "phantom" behave logically and avoid being discovered.
It is not difficult to enter this hidden room, just find the key point to expand the magic pattern.
As the extended magic pattern was activated, there was a sudden tremor on the wall, and then a faint light flashed, and the door to the hidden room was opened.
Before entering the room, Angel heard a familiar sob.
Since he entered the inner world, he could hear the same cry almost every moment.
Angel made a vigilant expression and slowly opened the door.
If there is an undead inside, he must escape as fast as possible. Although the undead may not be able to do anything to him, he has no way to deal with the undead.
But when the door was pushed open, Angel's eyes suddenly widened.
Undead? No.
There was nothing else in the room, just a huge bath, emitting white steam. But the qi that evaporated from the bath was not water vapor, but blood vapor! Because the bath was filled with sticky, hot blood.
If Angel opened the purification field at this time, he could undoubtedly smell the soaring fishy smell.
Where does the blood in the bath come from
tick, tick-
Drops of blood flowed from the red **** hanging above the room. At the top of the room, hooks like scythes were hanging upside down. More than 30 red ** people were inserted into their chests by scythes, and blood was falling from the wounds on their chests.
Hot, fresh, and blood with strong resentment, dripping down into the bathtub.
Some of the women hanging on the sickle are dead, and some are still alive, but their hearts have been pierced, and they are not far from death. That quiet cry is those who are still alive, moaning in despair.
Angel now understands why the corpse in the cemetery pit has a wound on its chest. It turned out to be like this.
Thinking of the endless undead in the entire forest, Angel simply couldn't imagine how many people had been killed by Castle Black over the years
Angel's face was a little pale. Facing the mess in this room, he didn't even dare to step into it.
It's not fear, it's just resistance from the bottom of my heart.
There was no one in the bath, but there was a row of footprints on the edge of the bath, leading to the door. Apparently, the woman outside was in the middle of "bathing" when she hurried out to ambush when she noticed someone was coming in.
The drain pipe outside does not drain water, but the blood that is used by people to bathe.
Angel resisted the discomfort in his heart and stepped in.
There is no agency in it, but Angel would rather face the agency than the devastation in this room. In particular, those women who were still alive looked at him with resentful eyes, like thorns.
Angel wanted to explain to these poor women, but how did he explain it? What's the use of explaining it. Their hearts have been pierced, and they are not far from death.
Even if he wanted to save people, relying on the novice healing technique, he was simply unable to recover.
Angel walked to the bath and looked straight at the eyes that were like sharp arrows. He simply stood for a while before he said lightly:
"I'm not the one to save you."
Angel said the first sentence, which made them stunned for a moment.
"I'm not here to kill you either. I wonder, how did you end up in Castle Black?"
After a long while, there was a sharp and malicious voice: "Castle Black, this is Castle Black? Hahaha, I can understand it! I won't let Castle Black go even if I become a ghost, and I won't let go of this place. everyone!"
Angel looked at her calmly, and there was a woman with long hair and a shawl. Her eyes were crazy, and endless resentment surrounded her. She is a mortal, but there is no doubt that once she dies, she will immediately become an undead.
Angel was still thinking, the long-haired woman seemed to be too irritated, her eyes widened, and a burst of effort spurted out of the wound.
Seeing that she was about to die, Angel handed a healing technique to hang her life.
Of all the people present, only she remained conscious and could speak clearly. If Angel wanted to know the information, he could only pry it out of her mouth.
The woman gasped heavily, looking at Angel with unabated resentment: "Why save me?"
"I can't save you, your heart is broken, I can't help you." Angel said lightly: "I hang your life, I just want to know, where did you come from and why are you here?"
"Who are you? You're not from that group of temptresses?" The woman's face was pale, as if real grievances were slowly gathering.
"I'm not from Castle Black, I'm here... to save people." Angel looked at the woman.
"Hahaha, save people, hahaha." The woman laughed, tears kept falling while she laughed.
At the same time, the resentment in her body surged with her excitement, and even Angel could see the rolling black waves with his naked eyes.
It's a pity that the woman laughed to the top, the wound that had healed cracked again, and her heart was agitated, and she was about to die.
Angel saved her again.
"Answer my question, how did you get here? Have you seen such a man half a day ago?" Angel said, simulating the phantom of the shadow.
The woman didn't answer, just kept yelling and laughing.
Time and time again, her heart was broken, healed by Angel, healed and broken again. In a short period of time, she has tasted this great horror between life and death, so her grievance has almost multiplied.
Angel could see that the woman seemed to be using his hand to let her grievances when she was alive accumulate to the peak. Once the resentment is extreme, the death resentment generated after death will quickly push her past the initial stage of the undead.
After hesitating for a moment, Angel decided to fulfill her. If this is her long-cherished wish before her death, then let her be satisfied.
The woman said something at the beginning, seducing Angel to continue to heal her.
But later, she seemed to see that Angel was intentionally helping her to accumulate grievances. She simply didn't say anything, just kept stirring up her qi and blood, allowing herself to experience life and death again and again.
Her grievance, pushed again and again, reached a terrifying level.
Angel did not expect that this ordinary mortal woman could endure such severe pain again and again. If she hadn't been caught by the people from Castle Black, she might have been a hero like Nausicaa.
pity. Before she could see the future, she fell on the starting line.
Perhaps, the woman knew that her limit had been reached. The last time she looked at Angel, there was no resentment in her eyes, and she was calm and peaceful like a lady.
"I am the thirteenth daughter of King Guman. Because of the loss of the Scarlet Kingship, I was framed as a prisoner by the eldest princess. King Guman reduced me to a commoner, and the eldest princess made me a slave. Hahaha, I thought I would become a slave and serve men for the rest of my life, but I didn't expect this to be a den of temptresses. They bathed in the blood of virgins, and later... you saw it." The woman said, her anger disappeared, "As for them, only Cowards who know how to cry were probably sold by slave traders."
King Guman? Angel was a little surprised. The Guman Kingdom is not in a fairy tale world, and it is more than ten thousand miles away from here? Ordinary people may not be able to get here after spending their entire lives.
Therefore, the slave trader in her mouth definitely has a background of wizards.
According to this logic, all women were sent by slave traders, and the "cold place" Huahua said might not be in the fairy tale world. That would be even more difficult to find, there are countless cold places in the southern region!
"This man, I have seen it." The woman vomited blood and pointed to the shadow's vision: "Just a few hours ago, the temptress had a fight with the man, and finally he came in and gave us a look. Just left. Then when the temptress came back, she scolded her and took a shower again."
After the woman finished speaking, the whites of her eyes began to roll up.
Angel lowered his head: "Thank you."
The woman laughed loudly, and her vitality was extinguished.