hiss...

A circle of transparent ripples slowly emerged on the bed again.

As the ripples spread, a figure sitting cross-legged slowly emerged from the bed.

Angelet slowly opened his eyes and shook his somewhat groggy head.

In the bedroom in front of me, there was a faint red mist floating in the air.

The surrounding area was quiet, and the rumbling sound of flames and lava no longer came from the corridor outside.

Angelet frowned and turned over from the bed.

hiss....

He slowly pulled out the Scimitar of Evil Thoughts, and traces of green gas slowly penetrated his wrist.

"Every time I enter the nightmare world, I feel a slight sense of tension..." Angelet narrowed his eyes. This kind of excitement made him feel dangerous and trembling in his bones, making him vaguely expectant.

Whenever this happens, he will always feel his own existence in an extremely real way.

The bedroom was quiet, with only the red mist floating slowly.

Angelet walked gently to the exit, reached out and grabbed the ring of the lid.

A cold and hard touch suddenly came from the copper pull ring.

Snapped!

After a soft sound, the black cover was slowly pulled up, revealing the red channel underneath.

Angelet squatted by the lid and did not go out immediately, but waited for a while.

There was never any movement outside, just silence.

He patted his waist gently, and a black scorpion figure suddenly appeared in the middle of his forehead. Then he took out the prepared thorn light magic weapon from his sleeve and held it in his left hand.

After doing this, he jumped slightly.

Snapped!

Standing steadily in the corridor.

I quickly looked left and right, but there was no movement on both sides, just a hazy red mist slowly lingering in the air.

Angelet took a deep breath, and there was no trace of sulfur in the air.

clang!

Suddenly the sound of a metal hammer was heard.

"It's the sound of a bell..." Angelet was suddenly startled, and the surface of his body turned a more obvious silvery white color.

clang!

There was another bell, mixed with a faint echo.

"The sound is very close." Angelet walked slowly in the direction of the bell.

It was originally the direction of the corridor leaving the accommodation area. At this time, it turned into an area shrouded in red mist.

Angelet didn't dare to walk fast, so he walked forward cautiously. He turned a corner and entered another corridor.

Suddenly, he saw the source of the bell.

On the left side of the corridor, there is a huge mahogany clock embedded in the wall. It is as tall as a person. The dark red wooden surface and the white clock dial create a sharp color difference.

In the cavity of the wood under the clock.

The black battering ram hit a red metal piece, making a rhythmic chime.

Angelet stopped in front of the clock and reached out to touch the surface of the clock. It had a very smooth texture.

He frowned.

As he continued walking along the corridor, he faintly felt that the mysterious coordinates left in his mind were faintly sending out messages pointing the direction.

Continuing forward a few corridors, the bells continued to ring from behind, one after another very rhythmically.

Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!

Suddenly, the sound of the bell became extremely rapid.

DANG DANG DANG DANG!! DANG! DANG! DANG DANG!! DANG DANG DANG!

It was as if someone was impatiently banging hard. There was a violent and hasty knocking sound. It seemed like someone was venting their anxiety and anger. They grabbed the bell and knocked it hard on the metal piece.

Angelet held the scimitar in his backhand, turned around and ran back quickly.

Bang bang bang bang!!

The sound of footsteps continued to echo in the corridor. The sound of the bell became more and more rapid and random. It seemed that the person who was pulling the bell was becoming more and more impatient.

Angelet arched his body, holding the Scimitar of Evil Thoughts in his backhand, his eyes faintly glowing with blue light.

The corner of the corridor in front is getting closer and closer. The footsteps are getting smaller and lighter.

laugh!

He turned sharply and rushed to the corridor in front of the dormitory area. He slowly poked his head out and looked inside.

At this moment, the banging sound of the wall clock suddenly stopped.

The corridor was quiet, empty, empty, and there was no trace of a clock on the wall.

Angelet watched vigilantly. The place where the clock had been hung was just a bare wall.

Hiss...chah...

Suddenly, a chirping sound like a radio kept coming from the surroundings.

"This is Gehrman. Gehrmann's hallucinogen. It will record the great and small deeds of Gehrmann's life. My father said that I will become a legend, and I think so..."

Angelet's expression changed slightly, and he immediately stepped back and quickly left the corridor.

In the air, a little boy's voice came clearly from the corridor.

"Gehrman likes chestnuts, likes to drink Benli water, and likes to lie in bed on his mother's belly in the morning..."

There is a hint of innocence and liveliness in the voice.

Angelet's face became even more ugly, and he ran quickly in the corridor. The voice kept drilling into his mind, like a drill, making his ears sting.

"Oh...I accidentally killed my father. He bled a lot. Will he die? It doesn't matter. I can change his body so that I don't have to worry about my father dying."

"Why are they afraid of me? I'm so cute. I'm so annoying! Disgusting adults!"

The little boy's voice finally became weaker and weaker, and finally became blurred until it was inaudible.

Only then did Angelet slowly stop. At this time, his face was already covered in cold sweat.

The corridor in front was dark and nothing could be seen, and the darkness behind him was also dark.

Angelet didn't know how long he had been running. The little boy's voice gave him a splitting headache and he couldn't concentrate on anything. The wizard's inability to concentrate meant that he had no power to resist. That's why he left quickly.

reason.

"Chip, call up my movement route."

'Data image is being loaded... Warning... Warning... Unexpected deviation of the movement route...'

In Angelet's left eye, a clear map slowly emerged. Under the light blue line graphic, it read: 'Map of the original ruins'

And another red line map slowly appeared in his right eye. It was a completely unfamiliar map.

When the ruins came out of the dormitory area, one of the routes he ran and walked was clearly visible, while the rest was a shroud of mist, and there was obviously no exploration record.

The route he ran forward was a straight line that extended for a long distance.

Compare the original map. There is no such corridor at all.

Angelet suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and watched carefully before and after to prevent any accidents.

Tightening the scimitar in his hand, he slowly moved forward and continued to move forward.

Soon, an oil painting appeared on the right wall. It had a light golden frame and a colorful picture. It looked very delicate.

Angelet stopped slowly and looked at the oil painting.

What is drawn above is an empty city. In the middle of the city, there are two small human figures. Their bodies are randomly outlined with black lines. Their heads are just a simple circle.

On a delicate oil painting, it looks very inconsistent, like a child randomly scribbling a few strokes in a fine work.

Suddenly, two human figures moved in front of Angelet's eyes.

In the city on the two-dimensional oil painting, two small humanoid figures are running and moving forward hand in hand.

"La la la... My son, wherever you are going, come back... Come back... Come back to me..."

A gentle woman's singing voice suddenly came from all directions around Angelet. It sounded like whispering, but also like singing.

Angelet looked around and saw that the corridor was empty. He could only see darkness in front and behind.

He had a vague feeling of creepiness.
To be continued...