The driver obviously went too enthusiastic and took Aldo all the way to the ticketing site - obviously the reason why he was excited was because he deceived a "idiot" again.

Tangerth Castle is not a legendary "tourist destination". In fact, if it weren't for those historians who like to point fingers, this dangerous building that occupied space would have long been demolished by the local government. In this cold winter, Tangerth Castle is like a vampire castle in a horror story, standing there in a bleak manner. The ticketing site is not as big as a public toilet, and it is simply deserted. There are only a few kittens who were "scaught" like him, two or three of them there.

A yawning tour guide came out slowly to greet them: "Ladies and gentlemen, please follow me closely. What will be presented to you is an ancient castle with a long history, built by an unknown ancient noble..."

Aldo followed the team with a tall figure and outstanding temperament. He was very conspicuous among the crowd of listless tourists. A rich lady wrapped in fur and jewel-like clothes kept looking back and secretly looking at him.

"Hello sir," finally, she couldn't help but speak, and raised her chin to him with a tone. "Are you interested in the history of Luther? I don't know why, as soon as I saw you, I felt very familiar with you."

Aldo obviously had a very good deal of dealing with this shit-like bad peach blossom for some reason. He looked cold, but he said very thoughtfully: "I am deeply honored. I think you must have been to the temple in Sara."

"Oh! Yes!" She covered her mouth with a fan, and the corners of her eyes covered with crow's feet were bent, and her eyes were about to emit a hungry wolf-like light. "Has we seen it there?"

"I am a staff member there." Aldo smiled perfunctorily - he was telling the truth. Given that he has been responsible for standing in the garden and letting tourists point fingers and guess the meaning of the last words, and has been in this business for more than a thousand years, without any resistance to wind and rain, he has never asked for a penny of salary, and is simply a model employee.

A bat that was parasitic in the castle flew out, and someone began to point at the poor little beast and fuss: "Oh, look!"

The tour guide said half-deadly: "No, everyone, it is prohibited to take photos in the castle. Please turn off the camera!"

A little girl asked, "Mom, was that just the vampire count in the castle just now?"

The woman felt cheated of the ticket money and said angrily: "No, baby, our humans on earth call it bat!"

It was like a small episode. When the rich lady covered her heart and turned around, she planned to discuss the vampire story with this handsome man, she found that there was only an empty corridor behind her - not to mention humans, not to mention a ghost!

Just then, the tour guide's voice came quietly: "Due to the special architectural structure of the castle, every windy day, the sound of 'woo' will come from the corridor. In addition, in order to maintain the original appearance, the corridor has always been lighted by candles, so there have always been haunted legends of Tangerth Castle, and some tourists even claimed that they had seen unknown figures during the tour..."

This noble lady was finally scared to tears...

Aldo quietly left the tour group, turned into a small aisle, and after counting ten steps silently, he placed his hand on the wall of the castle that looked a little strange because of the mottledness. His index finger struck the surface of the wall, and the place where he pointed to emitted a dark purple light, and then a small door opened in front of him.

Aldo's two fingers gently rubbed, and a small flame as big as a bean hung two centimeters above his finger, illuminating a vaguely slender staircase under his feet, leading to the underground of the castle.

His footsteps echoed throughout the dark underground, as if there was a strange rhythm. Aldo did not look at his feet when he walked, but every time he walked down a staircase, bloody spikes would appear on the stone steps. The spikes at each step were different, and only one foot was left in each step.

A human skeleton fell from above, and Aldo gently pulled down the steps with his toes. After a moment, a "thump" sound came from below, and the skeleton fell straight into the water. A muffled roar came from directly below. Aldo looked down and saw that under the high stairs, there was a pool of green eyes inside.

"It's still alive." He smiled, walked to the flat ground, reached out to touch the beast on the door, and then quickly shrank his hand. Almost immediately afterwards, two feet tall green flames emerged from the sculpture's head, illuminating the entire open space in front of the gate, revealing the piles of corpses all over the ground.

The bronze beast-head sculpture opened its mouth and spit out a small bowl inside. Aldo carefully took the bowl down, the size of which was just enough to be placed in the palm of an adult man's hand. Then, he took out a knife from his pocket and quickly cut it on his wrist. The bright red and warm blood slowly flowed into the bowl.

There was a restless and whispering sound behind Aldo. He did all this slowly and never looked back, as if this amazingly strange castle was his backyard.

The faint green fire made his face look very strange. Aldo's lips opened and closed silently, and then the blood in the bowl slowly seemed to be cooked. After it boiled, the bright red blood slowly deepened, and it quickly turned into a dark purple color within two minutes. At this time, the heat brought from the blood from the human body completely disappeared, and a layer of white frost even formed on the mouth of the bowl.

Aldo put the bowl back into the beast's mouth, as if a ceremony was achieved. The ground shrill and the door in front of him made a shrill sound like a scream. In front of him, it was like a beast with a bloody mouth opened. Aldo pressed the wound with his fingers and walked in without hesitation.

The dark room was filled with scattered jewelry, and big pearls were all over the ground. One of them even rolled to Aldo's feet. The man kicked it aside without looking at it, and was swallowed into his stomach by a giant lizard hidden there at some unknown time in the corner.

The cold-blooded animal's eyes followed Aldo's footsteps, and Nobuko vomited and pulled, as if she was ready to pounce behind him at any time. After he opened a scroll and walked into the small door hidden there, he slowly lowered its huge head. A little awe seemed to appear in the vertical pupil's eyes, and it retreated back to its darkness.

Behind the secret door is a secret study room, but there is no fragrance of books inside. Instead, it is full of various bloody smells. Bookshelf decorated with human bones, title pages sewn from human skin, and a small piece of blood-stained tapestries.

"Key..." Aldo's fingers streaked across the spine of a row of books, ""The Key Hidden in the Crystal."

He paused, pulled the book out of it, and raised his eyebrows: "Hmm? Is this the secret history of the Clestot family?"

"Luther State?" Carlos, who had returned from the hospital, thought for a moment, looked at the crystal leaves that were soaked in a small bottle of water, and said casually, "Oh... Then he probably went to the underground palace of Fort Tangers."

"Dangers?" Gal asked curiously, "Vampire Castle?"

"Vampire? I don't know what it is," Carlos said. "But the owner of Tangerth Castle is not a human. It was a castle built by Difu attached to a human body. It housed many reptiles mutated with its blood. Many people mysteriously disappeared in his castle and turned into its food. That guy was very cunning, and it was the first task I took when I was an intern. At that time, we spent a whole half of a year on Tangerth Castle, and even sent people to be undercover."

"Undercover?" Gal locked the car and looked up and asked, "Are you?"

"No, I can't get in for some reason," Carlos shrugged, "the person we sent in was Aldo."

"Why?" Gal asked with interest, "Is there anything special about him?"

Carlos paused almost obscurely, and then said very calmly: "No, the special one is not him, it is me, my physique... Well, it is very inconvenient, and there are always a little more restrictions than others."

"Oh." Carlos said this and looked up and immediately showed a surprise expression, "Hey look, who is that?"

"Car...John!"

Mike ran from a distance like a small cannonball and crashed into Carlos' arms. Carlos caught him, picked him up, held him up and turned around in the air: "Why are you here?"

"Grandma brought me here."

"Oh, Mrs. Shawden is here too?"

Mrs. Shawden, who had basically recovered her health, stood in the distance and smiled at them in a demeanor. Gal looked at Carlos, who was playing in a ball with the two children ignorantly, and suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Mike secretly bites Carlos' ears: "Do you know? Uncle Gal is in trouble!"

Carlos also cooperated to lower his voice and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lily said in a gusting voice: "When grandma was discharged from the hospital yesterday, she happened to meet Emily to visit Grandma Tres. Grandma Tres lives in the hospital bed next to grandma."

"Who is Emily?"

"Emily is the wife of Grandma Teres' son," said Mike. "She brought a lot of gifts!"

Lily: "Grandma is jealous."

Mike: "So she came here to trouble Uncle Gal today!"

Carlos: "..." For the first time, he felt a little bit unrecognizable.

"The temple is very busy recently, right?" After entering the house and sitting down, Mrs. Shawden said in a word, "I talked to Evan, and he said you went out early in the morning--oh, by the way, I heard that another gentleman was living in your house?"

Carlos glanced at the little ghosts who were holding one of his legs. The two little guys made a zipper on their mouths at the same time, saying that he had said nothing, and the leaked secret was the "big guy" - Evan hid and hid, revealing his huge body from behind Mrs. Xiaodeng, and was stared fiercely by his young mentor, Mr. Xiaodeng.

"He left Sara on a business trip in the morning," Gal thought about the way to get out, "Listen to me, mom, you should have a little rest, just as I'm going to study something with... John."

"Is it urgent?" Mrs. Shawden looked at Carlos sternly and asked, "So have no time to chat with me, the old lady?"

"Of course not..." After Carlos said that, he was stepped back by Gal.

"Oh, I understand. It seems that Xiao Gal disliked his old mother." Mrs. Xiaodeng blocked her mouth with a handkerchief and looked sad. "How cute you were when you were young."

In the next half hour, she began to chatter about the story of Gal's story of going from peeing his pants to taking a group of children to digging earthworms to bullying the girl, but was pushed by the fierce little girl and crying, which made Gal's nagging.

"Mom!" Gal burst out in silence. He looked at Mrs. Shawden angrily. Mrs. Shawden smiled and was not affected at all. Gal finally pushed the tray on the table in frustration, "As you wish, is that okay?!"

"It would have been better to agree!" Mrs. Shawden pushed Carlos, "John, where are you? Are there any girls you like?"

The slow-moving Mr. Carlos Flaret had not realized that the disaster was coming.

It was not until the three of them were packed into the car by Mrs. Xiaodeng that they found themselves in an indoor event hall, where the mascot hung on it was holding a heart that was blinding the eyes of a man and dog, and it said: "Eight minutes, find your other half."
Chapter completed!