The moment his name was called, his consciousness was suddenly affected and he fell into a trance.
The traveling poet suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, still stared closely at the girl in front of him, and asked this question directly.
Xu Shuo frowned slightly: "Alex..."
"You can't really tell me nothing. If I'm kept in the dark, I won't be able to take you away safely."
The traveling poet rarely interrupted the girl's words, looked at her with burning eyes and said: "Qilis, I want to know what happened in Prague Castle. I want to know everything, even if it may be dangerous."
He now looked like a scumbag who carefully coaxed a young girl, his expression became gentle, and he looked at the girl in front of him sincerely and helplessly.
Faced with such an offensive, the girl lowered her head aggrievedly.
After a while, seeing that the girl still looked embarrassed, the traveling poet pursed his lips and whispered: "Qilisi, there are only three of us left today."
The girl was slightly startled and looked up at him in confusion.
The traveling poet's eyes calmed down again: "The nine people who entered the castle yesterday, six are missing now.
"The injured male teacher, and their three students, including the hunter and the man who climbed the mountain, all disappeared in the castle.
"Do you think the three of us can continue to stay here?"
After hearing this, Xu Shuo's pupils suddenly shrank!
He suddenly realized what it was that he always felt he had forgotten before...
The only person he had forgotten.
But he shouldn't forget.
As for the person who can control Prague Castle and confuse Qilis vision, besides herself, there is only one other person who has been given the same power by her.
interesting……
Xu Shuo slowly lowered his head, his walnut-colored hair fell down, and a shocking scarlet flashed through his eyes covered by shadows!
He remained calm, but the emotions he revealed were strangely excited and intense, and the depths of his dark pupils seemed to hide a terrifying abyss of cruelty!
This script is really——
"...Qilisi?"
Xu Shuo's shoulders were suddenly supported by a pair of hands, and the traveling poet standing in front of him asked blankly: "What's wrong with you?"
However, just after he finished asking, the girl who lowered her head suddenly raised her head.
Those dark but smart eyes were filled with mist at some point, and the tears fell under the refraction of the sun, which was very pitiful.
Traveling Poet: "?!!!"
He was so frightened that he immediately let go of the girl's shoulders, his amber pupils shook directly, and his paralyzed facial expression became visibly panicked - it looked like he was really frightened by the girl who suddenly cried!
That look was even like seeing a nuclear bomb about to explode!
His reaction almost made Xu Shuo unable to continue acting!
No, really not...
Let ten girls cry around you another day!
Judging from the traveling poet's reaction, he knew that he was not going to coax others, so Xu Shuo, who was about to raise the corners of his mouth, quickly turned his back and wiped his tears firmly.
"Yes...yes, sorry!"
At this time, the traveling poet's frightened apology came from behind: "Yes, did I make things difficult for you? In fact, if you really can't say those things..."
"Alex."
The traveling poet stuttered and was interrupted mid-sentence.
The girl with red eyes turned to look at him and said nervously: "There is a sword in Prague Castle. It can protect you or let you leave, but if you want to use it, you must have something else."
Hearing this, the nervous traveling poet was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly remembered the scene he saw last night!
That special sword...
He knew that it should be in the hands of archaeologists now!
When the other party came out of the stairs last night, the monitor he had posted at the corner recorded the scene - the archaeologist came out holding a sword!
Thinking of this, the traveling poet's eyes flashed slightly.
When it came to business, his gaffe quickly disappeared, and he even turned into a scumbag instantly: "Qilisi, do you know what else is missing?"
Xu Shuo looked into his eyes: "A badge, a knight badge."
When the knight left Prague Castle, although he left his sword behind, he took away the knight's badge of the Holy See, which represented the status of a saint - in a way, it was quite a steal.
At this moment, the traveling poet's heart moved, and he subconsciously touched the pocket on his side.
As for badges and other things, he only has the rusty "angel's sword" metal piece on his body.
But is it really such a coincidence?
Looking at the girl in front of him who seemed to be sincerely in love, the traveling poet's thoughts suddenly became a little blurry, and he began to feel confused about the current situation again.
It's just that this time he didn't have a night to sort out his thoughts, because the girl said anxiously: "Alex, you have to get out of here quickly! I don't know when the castle will attack you. It's not dark yet."
, you should leave immediately!"
"But……"
The traveling poet looked at her and opened her mouth. He hesitated slightly and then changed his words: "I don't have any of these things, how can I leave?"
"I know where the sword is."
Xu Shuo casually put the violin down among the rose bushes, then lifted up his skirt and walked out quickly, the sound of rapid footsteps echoing in the empty castle.
The traveling poet followed silently, looking a little strange.
"Can you tell me now what happened in this castle?" he asked again.
"Alex, actually it's better not to know some things, but now that things have happened, I can tell you."
The girl walking in front whispered without looking back: "I told you before, the people who entered the castle never left, because they were all made into dolls by my sister, and then they stayed and became us.
playmate.
"But those who have become dolls have no consciousness of their own, so how can they be considered human beings?
"Your companions yesterday may have been killed unintentionally. My sister will not let anyone walk in. In fact, she has been watching all of us.
"She can see clearly when we talk, when we do things, when when we sleep, because she is this castle, and she is one with this place.
"Alex, this castle is controlling us."
"..."
"What about you?" The traveling poet suddenly said: "Then what kind of existence do you have here?"
The girl walking in front stopped suddenly.
The traveling poet also stopped and followed slowly.
The two of them were several feet apart. The golden sunlight passed through the arch and fell on the aisle, dividing the ground into several shadows, and the girl was placed in the shadow.
After a while.
Xu Shuo turned to look at him and chuckled: "I am Qilisi."
The moment the words fell, the golden sunlight turned into blood red in an instant, and countless vines flew out from the wall beams!
In the travel poet's stunned gaze, those blood vines quickly wrapped around the girl, and in the next moment, they all turned into ashes and disappeared, as if they had never appeared.
The change happened in just a moment.
When he reacted, there was no girl here, and there were no vines.
The surrounding walls remained calm and imperturbable.
However, before the bright sun shone for half an hour, it was replaced by the dark night and the scarlet moon.
The traveling poet stood there in confusion for two seconds.
He felt that he had to think carefully about what had just happened.
"You are here!"
But at this moment, there was sudden movement behind him.
The traveling poet immediately turned around and saw the archaeologist holding a cross-epee running over panting.
She shouted anxiously: "There is no one in the castle. It suddenly turned dark just now and scared me. Now this situation is really weird. How about we cooperate?"
"stop."
The traveling poet spoke expressionlessly, and a prismatic metal sheet appeared between his two fingers.
The archaeologist stopped stiffly.
"How did you know I was here?"
"Where's your brain? There was such loud music here just now!"
"..."
The traveling poet moved his fingers expressionlessly.
The metal sheet flew out very quickly and silently. Before the archaeologist could react, the sharp instrument had already cut the side of her face and cut off her already short hair.
Archaeologist: "..." She clenched the hilt of the sword in her hand, but then remembered that it might be a clue to the mission and couldn't detonate it.
So, she wiped the overflowing blood with a cold face.
"Do you see clearly? I am a human being!"
"..." The traveling poet's eyes drifted slightly, but Qilisi is not a human being and can bleed.
Now he is confused and doesn't know whether to trust him or not.
There seemed to be a voice echoing in my mind all the time, playing an eerie melody, or a brisk tune, calling his name, but it didn't seem to be his name.
The voice seemed to be telling him to leave quickly, but it was also tempting him to stay.
Really...he can't tell the difference between true and false.
