There was no surprise outside the castle, and after entering, the golden light shone brightly.

The soft dark red carpet is paved into a straight line, leading along the straight passage like a guide sign to a magnificent auditorium.

Inside the huge building, many exquisite artistic paintings have become decorations on the walls on both sides.

The crystal chandeliers on the ceiling are spotless, and the warm golden light shines brightly by the refraction of the crystal, making the place bright and spacious.

Since Orange Lake Castle is not a group castle, it looks more like a super-large villa structure, the venue here is not too grand.

But even so, looking at the high ceiling, I feel like I am in a palace.

Ji Li, Hou Guisheng, Luo Xian, Wei Guang, Clyde, Bailang, Huangfu Jiajia, Li Mochou, eight store managers and deputy store managers gathered together and headed towards the auditorium.

During this period, everyone focused on the paintings on the stone walls on both sides.

The most familiar person to these is Clyde, who had been a photographer who had traveled dozens of countries before entering the hotel, and had a special understanding of such things.

Clyde's emotions were very stable at this time, and he had no worries about gold coins or ghosts, and he was the most reluctant to go back.

He often stopped in front of a painting while walking, admired it for a few seconds, and then praised it from the bottom of his heart.

"The paintings here are all authentic works, and the earliest works of art have been around for nearly seven hundred years."

Clyde would not be shocked. Few people could do this kind of work in reality, but this is a supernatural place, everything is available.

“About the topic?”

Hou Guisheng was born and raised, and he had a corresponding sense of resistance to Western things in his bones, so he paid more attention to the meaning of the work of art.

Clyde thought for a moment after hearing this and said frankly:

"I didn't see it, after all, what we want to see is that she is related to the eyes, and none of these paintings are reflected."

At this time, Huangfu Jiajia reached out and touched the edge of the frame. There was no dust, which means that the paintings might be new or they might be cleaned frequently.

Li Mochou looked nervous from the side and came over and whispered:

"The store manager does not necessarily have nothing to do with him. After all, our eyes see these paintings, which are actually related to him."

It's a little far-fetched, but it may not be impossible.

Ji Li also has the same idea.

Since entering the inside of the castle, he has never watched the art paintings on both sides, and he has not even cared about the most eye-catching auditorium in front of him.

Ji Li's thoughts have always been on the seven people who were walking with him.

He himself marched at the forefront, from Hou Guisheng to Luoxian, the seven people's positions were staggered, and it looked nothing on the surface.

But if the eight people are fixed and looking back from Ji Li's single-person perspective, they can only see the figures of four of them clearly.

For example, now that he turned around, the only people he could see were Hou Guisheng, Clyde, Bailang and Huangfu Jiajia.

After a second of his position, he only saw Hou Guisheng, Clyde, Huangfu Jiajia and Li Mochou.

This is a very simple phenomenon.

It’s just that their respective positions are different, which leads to the previous person blocking the figure of the next person.

But the blame is that Ji Li can see only 4 people every time he looks back.

Because his ability is unknown, the most representative of it is to fade abnormalities, especially highlighting on the "eye".

Ji Li imprinted this seemingly ordinary detail into his heart and treated it as a very serious doubt.

The last part of the team is Luo Xian.

At this moment, she wore a mask that she got from nowhere, covering her terrifying face. The pattern on the mask was simple, just a few black lines.

Somewhat similar to Ji Li is that her eyes hidden under the mask do not seem to focus on the work of art, and are also for people.

But the difference is that she did not pay attention to everyone, but stared at Clyde.

In Luo Xian's eyes, Clyde seemed to have a magical power that made it difficult for her to look away.

She couldn't say what it was, but she couldn't help but look at this blonde and blue-eyed foreigner.

But this is not an appreciation, it just comes from strange things.

A person who is obviously extremely normal anywhere has a strange feeling that makes her feel strange for no reason.

"Has the exception been faded?"

Ji Li, Luo Xian, this sentence sounded in his heart for a store manager who performed three special projects and four special projects.

Perhaps there are some things that only these two people are qualified to sense.

But the abnormality they felt was different. There is no conclusion yet on whether it is true or false, which is right or wrong.

The corridor finally came to an end.

The magnificent and dazzling auditorium welcomed the only group of tourists tonight, and the dozens of seats waiting in the empty seats bowed respectfully towards a stone platform.

From the main entrance to the art gallery, to the auditorium, the jumping nature of the space made the eight people feel a jumping nature in their hearts.

This weird spatial arrangement conforms to the supernatural attributes, but it will deepen people's doubts and scrutiny here.

"Mother Woo woo woo woo woo woo..."

The five-color semi-transparent glass seemed to reflect light, making the atmosphere of the auditorium look a bit weird. The sound of singing seemed to be heard on the empty seats, but when you listen carefully, it became an illusion.

The eight people's eyes were involuntarily attracted by the table on the stone platform. There was a book on the table, but it was standing on the table, as if waiting for someone to turn it open.

Between a few gazes, Hou Guisheng volunteered to pass through the layers of tables and chairs and arrived at the stone table.

He stood in the most eye-catching part of the auditorium and picked up the book with a hard cowhide cover under everyone's gaze.

“Huhu…”

Strangely, when he just held the book in his hand, hearing hallucinations seemed to sound in everyone's ears.

The seven store managers began to be alert, slowly moved their positions, and landed in various positions in the auditorium in a more scattered position.

Hou Guisheng weighed the weighty old book, and then opened it with the seven people below.

The title page is empty, the home page is empty, and a passage appears on the second page, which is in Chinese and has its own English annotations.

When he saw this passage, his face changed a little, and he slowly read it after a moment of silence:

"Please allow me to replace him, she, it, it begs for your forgiveness before you show up to save.

The land under my feet is no longer pure and noble, dirty ghosts, evil villains, hypocritical gentlemen are synonymous with them.

But you should forgive these fools for not having permanently clear eyes like you, so they can only see darkness and fall into the mud.

May you help, just before he is killed by the Heart-Eating Demon, I hope it will not be too late.”

On dozens of empty seats, when Hou Guisheng read this passage, a sound of echoing came out of thin air, and gradually gathered into sound waves and rushed towards the seven people below.

The words filled with strange words squeezed into people's thoughts in an irresistible manner.

Sound is second, mainly text.

After entering the mind, people feel strange discomfort from physiology to psychology, such as stimulating some potential abnormal states.

Ji Li's vision was slightly blurred, and he couldn't help but rub his swollen temples. After a trance, his chest suddenly became cold.

A large amount of bright red and dazzling red suddenly oozed out of his chest, as if a flower was blooming, and the blood kept flowing downwards.

But he was not injured, the blood belonged to someone else.

Then, a staggering figure fell down to him, knocked over a row of wooden chairs, and finally fell into a pool of blood.
Chapter completed!