However, the risk of flying upwards is actually not small. That unknown "monster" is so black that it may be fanned away before it gets close.
Therefore, for the sake of safety, when he floated up, he had already wrapped the veins of gravity around his body. In the event of danger, you can run away immediately.
Angel slowly floated up cautiously.
But just when he reached 100 meters, a strange strong wind whistled, and before he could see the situation clearly, he was fanned down again.
After spinning several times in mid-air, he finally managed to stabilize his body by relying on the veins of gravity.
Ignoring the discomfort caused by the energy disorder in the body, Angel raised his head and looked at the deep fog above his head.
Just now, he saw the dark shadow again. But like last time, before he even got close, he was fanned down by the hurricane brought by the huge "flesh body".
Could it be some kind of external wind defense
Angel tried a few more times, but it was the same every time. The other party seemed to be preventing Angel from flying up.
No matter which direction you go, as long as you reach 100 meters, you will be fanned down by a hurricane. He has fallen from the air several times, but still has not made any progress. In such a stalemate, he finally returned to the ground helplessly.
At the same time, Sanders, who was moving fast in the thick fog, suddenly paused.
He always felt as if he forgot to explain something to Angel? What's the matter? Sanders's thoughts were running fast, and after a while his eyes lit up, and he looked up at the sky covered by the fog.
He remembered that he just told Angel that this area of Nightmare Realm was only a thousand miles away, but he didn't tell him that the height was only 100 meters...
"It should be fine, right? It won't work if you try it once. After Angel learns his lesson, he shouldn't try again." Sanders said firmly, as if it was for Angel to "take a bite to gain wisdom" in the previous section. Let's take an outdoor course!
However, the fact is that Angel is now scarred, and the energy in his soul is shaking, as if it is about to fall apart.
If he hadn't encountered the weird wooden house, he might have tried it only once, as Sanders had speculated.
But people's calculations are not as good as heaven's calculations. He was very lucky. The first building he encountered after entering the nightmare world was this stacked wooden house.
Since the road to the sky can't be walked, he can only return to the ground again. Angel reluctantly walked into the fog, and after a while, looking at the wooden house that appeared in front of him again, Angel only felt chills all over.
This wooden house, like a lingering nightmare, stands in the depths of evil thoughts.
Angel hesitated for a moment. His heart wanted to turn around and escape from here, but his reason told him that if he wanted to leave this loop-like world, he had to face this wooden house.
Take a deep breath.
Angel straightened his back, straightened the slightly wrinkled gentleman's clothes, pressed down his pitch-black top hat, and walked to the wooden house calmly. It seems that, for Angel, this noble gesture carved into the bone marrow is like a sacred ceremony, which can dispel the anxiety in his heart.
Qu Finger knocked on the door, and a crisp knock sounded. However, no one answered.
Then he pushed open the door, and the scene inside the door was the same as before. Angel didn't go to check it, but stood directly in front of the oil painting.
As he thought, the perspective of oil painting went a step further. It was like someone in the painting, walking step by step as Angel watched, walking towards the castle bathed in the full moon.
Turning to leave, Angel walked into the mist again.
This time, he wasn't going to back down. He wanted to see what the painting ultimately wanted to explain, or what would be the ending of this painting
Angel is convinced that this painting must have an ending, and when it ends, it may be the time when it shows its fangs.
Enter again and again, exit again and again.
Angel couldn't even tell whether he entered the same log house or a different log house, because the signs he left inside would disappear the next time he entered the log house.
When Angel entered the wooden house for the twenty-ninth time, the scene in the oil painting finally came to the gate of the castle.
At this time, Angel realized that the castle was very prosperous from a distance, but it looked like a ruined and withered look up close. The wooden door, the rivets on it have fallen off, and the corners are covered with cobwebs. Even the flying flags, the curtains of the windows, etc... are dilapidated.
But this kind of dilapidation is not the kind of dilapidated force majeure that has experienced war, but...
A castle that has been eroded by the power of time and naturally decayed.
"So, the next time I see you, should your fangs be exposed?" Angel whispered.
After making all preparations, Angel pushed open the door of the wooden house for the thirtieth time.
There was still no change in the inside. Angel looked at the oil painting with confusion and alertness.
The perspective in the oil painting is no longer closer, but the angle has changed!
The door that Angel thought would be opened was still closed this time. The change in perspective did not extend towards the door, but instead "he" raised his head, and the perspective became slightly higher.
The last fangs, no longer behind the door, "above"
With a puzzled face, Angel left the wooden house again. Thirty-first, thirty-second... When Angel stood in front of the screen for the thirty-fourth time.
His pupils shrank suddenly.
The message that the screen wants to express, this time finally has a clue!
The perspective in the painting, since looking up, is not looking at the sky, but at the window on the second floor of the castle. The window had tattered red curtains and was blowing in the wind.
The angle of view slowly approached, approached... Finally, I saw the inside of the window.
Inside the window is an ordinary girl's boudoir, but the perspective is fixed here, and the fixed object is a painting on the wall of this boudoir.
Another painting appeared.
When Angel saw that the angle of view was fixed on the painting, he thought that there would be repeated nightmares, just like what Jon told when he was a child, "There is a temple on the mountain, and there is a monk in the temple who is telling a story, and the story is about the mountain. A temple…”
Constantly repeating the perspective in the painting, there is no end.
But he guessed wrong.
The thirty-fourth time he saw this painting, he vaguely saw the content of the painting in the painting.
It was a typical aristocratic portrait, and it was a smiling blonde girl.
"This is the clue of this painting? But, what do you want to express?" Angel pondered for a moment and left the wooden house again.
When standing in front of the oil painting for the thirty-fifth time, Angel found that the painting in the painting had changed again, from a blond girl to a middle-aged lady holding a floating crystal ball in her hand.
This middle-aged lady, both in hair color and face, is very similar to the blond girl.
It's like, the same person's youth and middle age.
The floating crystal ball is indicating the identity of a middle-aged lady, she should be a wizard... Thinking of this, Angel suddenly felt a little touched.
This town shrouded in mist, in reality, is called: Witch Town.
Sanders did not explain why it was called Witch Town, but according to Angel's conjecture, there may have been witches in this town. And the middle-aged lady who appeared in the painting in front of her was a witch.
Could it be that the woman in the painting is the source of the witch town
But why didn't Sanders mention her, or even the spooky log cabin
With doubts, Angel stood in front of the screen for the thirty-sixth time.
This time, when Angel stood in front of the picture, the picture finally appeared discordant.
The original middle-aged lady has become a strange old lady with slack skin and terrifying wrinkles, her hair is abnormally dry, and a touch of gold can be seen faintly.
She was wearing a wrinkled navy blue cloak and stared terribly at Angel, who was outside the painting.
Angel was stared at by this gaze and took a few steps back.
At this moment, a mutation occurred!
The weird old witch in the painting in the painting suddenly came to life, crawled out of the painting in the painting, and stood in the girl's boudoir.
Then, she turned to Angel with a grim smile.
She slowly mobilized the green light in her hand, and a green space door appeared in the girl's boudoir. At the same time, a green space door appeared in the painting in front of Angel.
Angel could see that behind the space door, it was the old witch standing!
It was still invisible in the painting. When the space door first appeared, the aura of the old witch was very secretive, just like a sea surging with a wave of terror, and a strong coercion drilled out of the space door and covered Angel.
Angel could feel the strong malice.
She will kill him!
The breath from the space gate alone is comparable to the coercion that Isabella gave Angel to!
This is still the space door blocking most of the breath, it is hard to imagine how terrifying it will be when she gets out of the space door!
At least at the level of Sanders!
When the old witch started to move, Angel was already prepared, turned around and ran out.
He is currently in a state of soul, and with the help of gravity veins, he can temporarily resist the terrifying coercion of the old witch; but if she gets out of the space door, it will be difficult to say.
The only thing Angel can do now is to escape.
"You... can't escape, this is... my domain." A hoarse and unpleasant voice entered Angel's ears.
Angel ignored it and continued to flee.
But just as Angel turned his back to the space door and ran out, he suddenly heard a startled "Huh" sound.
Angel guessed that the old witch was playing tricks, so she didn't look back at all. She rushed out of the wooden house like a phantom and plunged into the mist.
In the wooden house, there was no movement for a long time.
The space door in the painting didn't disappear, but the old witch in the girl's boudoir didn't come out either, but frowned with a look of unwillingness on her face.
She sealed herself in the memory of the past for a long time, sinking forever in the boundless cliff.
It was hard to wait for a Nightmare Watcher.
But why, it has already been marked
She saw on the back of the Nightmare Watcher... a green pattern that was growing.