Blood Princess and the Knight

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In the hazy picture, you can vaguely see a person standing outside the door, peering at him through the crack in the door.

Gordon was conscious and could feel the changes around him, but he couldn't control his body, as if he was being pressed down by something.

He could feel the people outside the door moving slowly.

Just now, he was peeking out of the crack in the door, but now he was standing at the door of the inner room. Strangely, there was no sign of the door being opened.

The darkness limited the visibility. Gordon couldn't see clearly the appearance of the man in front of the door. He could only vaguely see that it was a human figure. The body was skinny and not tall, like an old man who was half buried in the earth.

Judging from his body shape, he was obviously not one of the other three people in the apartment, but an outsider.

Robbery? ?

At this thought, Gordon found that his body was completely unable to move.

Have you been cast under a spell or spell such as a restraint? Why don't you feel the surge of magical energy from the spell?

The black shadow didn't stop at the door, it had moved to the side of the bathroom unknowingly.

Gordon did not lose his cool. He glanced at the Starfire Sword placed on the table, closed his eyelids and pretended to sleep, and began to move his stiff fingers.

Gradually, Gordon freed four fingers, leaving only the last, unconscious little finger.

The cool breeze blew across my back covered with cold sweat, as if something was lying behind me blowing cool air.

The dark figure was standing beside his bed.

He closed his eyes tightly, just a little bit away from the stiffness of his entire arm.

The cold wind hit his face, as if an invisible hand was reaching for him.

In danger, Gao Deng suddenly opened his eyes, pulled out the Spark Sword beside the bedside table, and fireworks flashed across the dark night.

The black shadow seemed to be frightened. At this moment, the picture in front of him bloomed with spiderweb-like cracks and turned into debris.

Gordon suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed, panting heavily while scanning the surroundings.

- Everything was arranged before he fell asleep. The cold Spark Sword in his arms and the door with a gap open kept stimulating his nerves, making him doubt the reality of the strange dream before.

If the angle of the door in the room is not enough to see yourself lying on the bed, everything is fine and it is just a false dream.

But

Gordon could see clearly the small area outside the door through the crack in the door. Similarly, if people outside wanted to peek at him, they would also have to do so.

Just like in a dream - the same.

The cold sweat on my back, and the sparkling sword with faint sparks in my hand, seemed to be warning me.

This is not a simple dream, this is his intuition.

“Tuk, Tuk, etc. On the corridor, footsteps approaching from far away interrupted Gordon’s train of thought.

Coming here from the other end of the corridor on the first floor.

Gordon covered himself with quilt and lay down, squinting his eyes to observe the situation outside the crack of the door.

Could it be that the old man named Birman was interested in wealth and wanted to swallow all their belongings at night?

Combined with the old man's eccentric personality and the perfect starting environment with no human beings a hundred miles away from the apartment, this possibility suddenly increased. ﹢ Zero u seven u Chinese u text﹢

Gordon secretly held the Starfire Sword tightly.

The footsteps of "Tuk Tuk Tuk" stopped at the door of the room. Due to the blind spot in his field of vision, Gordon did not see the full picture of the "person" outside the door. He just heard a whoosh, and a black shadow flashed outside the crack of the door. At the same time, there was a sound. With rapid footsteps, a dark figure climbed up the stairs leading to the second floor.

Strangely, the footsteps stopped abruptly on the second floor, and the black shadow seemed to stop at the stairway on the second floor. The second floor returned to calm.

Gordon covered himself with the quilt and waited for a few minutes, but still didn't hear any sound.

Just left without doing anything? Patrolling the apartment in the middle of the night. What does this mean?

Gordon suddenly felt that he had made a mistake.

The old man's room is not on the same side as mine. If it were him, his footsteps should not be heard from this corridor, let alone pass by his room.

Who is it?

Recalling the dream that had made him doubt its authenticity, Gordon lifted up the quilt, put on his shoes, clenched the Starfire Sword in his hand and pushed it away quietly.

All the hanging lights in the corridor were extinguished, and the pale moonlight penetrated the glass and entered the window sill.

My eyes have almost adapted to the darkness, and the visibility is still less than five meters. The staircase entrance is covered by a dark and fuzzy gray, and I vaguely feel that there is something at the corner of the stairs.

After looking around, Gordon tiptoed out of the room and looked into the hall.

It was dark and quiet, as if it was just his own illusion.

Close the door and put a few hairs into the keyhole. If someone opens your door while you are away, the hair will be pushed.

Gordon held onto the wall and climbed up the stairs, and walked to the corner of the stairs. There was no one standing at the entrance to the second floor corridor. It was just that the handrail was rough to the touch due to its age and disrepair, and there was a strange smell.

He slowly walked up to the second floor holding his sword.

The structural layout of the second floor of the apartment is roughly similar to that of the first floor, and the locations of the rooms are almost the same. The only difference is that there are no windows in the corridor on the second floor. It is like a closed black coffin, and the moonlight cannot shine through it.

Shè, the entire second floor was pitch black.

The brightness is almost zero, and there are no lighting tools

Stumbling around in the darkness, I bumped into something.

Although doing so is a living target, exposing yourself to the eyes of those lurking in the darkness.

[Grey's low-level lighting technique]

After the chanting, a small light ball the size of a palm gradually rose up, lingering around Gordon like a naughty elf.

Light dispels darkness and your surroundings become clear.

Mouths, eyes, noses, and facial features of different sizes were graffitied on the corner wall of the second floor, like a child's prank. The bright colors looked dazzling and weird under the light.

It was clearly a childish and poor painting, but it gave Gordon a shuddering feeling.

Why do you doodle these inexplicable things? Is it just a child's prank?

The corridor was neatly tidied, and if it weren't for the dusty carpet, there would be no sign of being abandoned for a long time.

The paint on the wall is very strange. It always feels different from the paint used on the building. It also exudes a strange smell, as if it has just been painted.

Gordon's inner doubts deepened.

The second floor had obviously been idle for a long time. The old man who claimed to be the owner of the house also gave a stern warning that the second and third floors were not adequate. Since no one had used it for a long time, why were the lights in the rooms on the second floor turned on before? The new paint on the wall is even more strange. Since the second floor is no longer used, why should it be painted and renovated? Why not keep this paint for the first floor?

And what's going on with these strange graffiti? No one lives on the second floor. Apparently there's only one old man in this apartment, so he did these graffiti. He's still a child at heart.

Looking at the third floor diagonally upward, Gordon hesitated and gave up the intention of continuing to explore upwards.

A cold wind blew down from the third floor.

Gordon had a strange feeling, as if the second floor was a huge living body, and the cold wind was its breath.

Strong uneasiness throbbed in my heart.

Gordon hoped this was just his imagination.

In terms of layout, the second floor is almost the same as the first floor. There is a sculpture with a unique and weird shape placed at both ends of the corridor.

It was a giant python monster whose length could not be determined. A pair of clawed wings sprouted from behind, and the wings were covered with spiked armor. Its head was like a bull demon. It was coiled on a tall iron tower, with its blood basin open. It has a big mouth and a ferocious face full of wrinkles, like a Rakshasa demon.

An unknown monster with unknown origin, whose physical characteristics have not been mentioned in any myths and legends. It is like a monster pieced together by randomly using the characteristics of existing creatures.

This description is not appropriate. The monster's body and head are only similar to those of a python and a bull's head. There are many differences between the two. We are just comparing the most closely similar known reference objects.

The base of the sculpture is engraved with some profound symbols that are completely undecipherable. They are wonderful symbols that cannot be found in the entire language.

There is also a sculpture at the end of the corridor on the first floor, but it seems that there is only a bare iron tower standing there. "The g

In addition to its unique shape and extremely realistic depiction of its face, there is nothing left to explore about this statue.

Gordon looked back at the long corridor where he could not see the end. He was sure that he had not heard any hallucinations, and he had not seen anything wrong. The black shadow had indeed run upstairs and disappeared at the stairway on the second floor.

The unidentified guy is most likely hiding somewhere on the second floor, silently looking at himself in the corridor through the crack in the door.

Pushing open the door of the first room at the end of the corridor, the light source poured into the terrifying darkness. Except for a bed and no shelves, there was no other furniture, and the layout was very simple.

Contrary to expectations, the beds were not neatly stacked because they were idle, and the quilts were lifted.

The whole room is large or small, but the only thing worthy of attention is probably the weird graffiti on the wall, which is exactly the same as the corner of the stairs. There are various five-tube patterns painted on it, including roof.

Except for the wall against which the bed rests, I slowly graffitied.

Gordon felt like he was trapped in a strange space. The facial features around him were all alive, and he quietly stared at the outsiders who broke into the forbidden area.

There was nothing to explore in this room. It was too empty to hide anyone, and the bottom of the bed had also been searched.

Gordon walked out of this strange room with a numb scalp, closed the door, and opened the door of the second room.

The layout is exactly the same as the first house, except that everything is reversed, from the right to the left.

The walls are still covered in graffiti that makes people feel irritated.

The bed was not opened casually like the first one, but seemed to be wrapped in something, bulging.

Gordon tightened the one-handed sword in his hand, which was neither long nor short, and with the help of lighting, he successfully walked to the bed.

The bedding covering it seemed to have a faint outline of a human figure.

The long sword was ready to go. Gordon grabbed the quilt by one foot and lifted it up.

- A pair of eyes that look like mischievous graffiti, and a grinning mouth that looks like he is smiling at himself, making people feel creepy.

This is a life-size puppet with very rough workmanship. The facial features are painted on the parts of the face in a perfunctory manner. You can barely tell that this is a person with hands and feet.

A puppet that fails to imitate the human form, but its appearance makes people feel chills running down their spines.

Gordon - a clever and skilled swordsman

Some need to be penetrated.

"Who came up with this prank? ?" Looking at the bed

- Gordon felt inexplicably irritated about whether to give away the puppet or not.

A feeling of being spied on quickly spread throughout the limbs.

There was a chill in my back, and I always felt like this lifeless and poorly made puppet was looking at me with its eyes painted with red crayon.

"Tch, it's just boring. Did that old man come up with it? Did he deliberately emphasize that the second and third floors are forbidden to set foot on to arouse people's curiosity, and then scare them?"

Although somewhat unreasonable, this scenario is not impossible.

It's really boring. What do you want to do with these scary things-

"Tuk, duh," footsteps sounded in the corridor without warning. This time, it was on the second floor on the same floor as myself, and very close to me!

Coming towards the end of the corridor? ?

Gordon didn't care about dealing with the puppets on the bed, and hurriedly released the lighting spell and hid under the bed. He held the release material in his hand and listened intently to the movement outside the door.

Time seems to have slowed down a lot at this moment.

"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk" The slow steps seemed to hit Gordon's heart every time.

The footsteps suddenly stopped in front of the door of the first room, followed immediately by the sound of the door opening.

Footsteps were walking back and forth next door, as if they were checking something. After a pause, nothing seemed to be found. The footsteps walked out of the room and stopped in front of the door of the second room.

Gordon secretly said - the sound was not good.

I searched too hastily and the door was left ajar at all. Now

"Creak." The door was opened a crack, and in the darkness, Gordon's heart was in his throat.

Is it finally coming?

Human fear stems from the unknown. Reason tells him that he should strike first, jump out from under the bed and surprise the "person" at the door, and then see what this suspicious guy looks like.

However, it is human instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. In his heart, Gordon did not want to see the true face of the black shadow at the door. It was too scary and would temporarily make him lose his perspective.

"Creak, click, click, click

The dark shadow at the door seemed to hesitate for a moment, then closed the door and turned to leave.

Gordon, who had already grasped the hilt of the sword tightly under the bed, was stunned. Hearing the footsteps gradually disappearing outside the room, his nerves relaxed a little.

Gone, are you leaving now?

No, no, the anomalies in this room can be seen by even a blind person. There is no reason not to conduct a search. Is it because of lust and want to

After waiting for about ten minutes, the suspicious footsteps did not sound again, and Gordon slowly got out from under the bed.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned to the puppet on the bed.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I always feel like the puppet’s hand is not in this position.