After stepping into the corridor, everything in front of them quickly turned dark!
The originally dark walls of the corridor began to fade at a speed visible to the naked eye. The surface of the wall continuously tilted and peeled off, and then it quickly turned yellow and withered in the air. After the surface peeled off, the rusty metal wall underneath was revealed. A deep rumbling sound that could shake one's soul began to reverberate in their ears.
"It seems to be an illusion!" Kerr, who was following behind, said softly.
"Who has an ingredient to restrain illusions?" Will, who was walking in front, asked with a trembling voice.
Senior acolyte Warren searched his waist pouch for a while and took out a black clay pot. He said softly, "I have some hallucinogenic grass, who needs it?"
"Me … Me … Me …"
The other three were overjoyed and couldn't help but ask for it.
Hallucinogenic grass was a type of herb with serrated leaves. It was also one of the basic ingredients for making hallucinogenic potions. If the hallucinogenic grass was ground into a paste and smeared on the tip of the nose, it could refresh one's mind and increase one's resistance to hallucinations.
After the four were done, they were about to turn around and ask Alice if she needed it. However, they found that she was holding a sparkling magic gem in her hand, constantly observing the changes in the surroundings.
This gem was colorless and transparent in the shape of a diamond. When she held it in her hand, it emitted a gentle light that gave people a sense of tranquility.
The Gem of True Vision!
The acolytes' facial muscles twitched, and they were momentarily speechless.
This kind of magic gem that could see through invisibility and illusions was worth at least 400 magic crystals in the market. With their financial resources, they couldn't afford it at all. On the other hand, as an acolyte, although he was a more respectable quasi Sorcerer, he could easily take out one.
This … The difference between acolytes was too big!
Alice waved the Gem of True Vision and moved closer to the wall. The dilapidated and withered scene she saw just now disappeared in an instant. The wall returned to its dark brown wood texture. Everything was the same as before.
It really was an illusion!
After seeing this, the acolytes were finally relieved.
Will grimaced and walked in front step by step.
Based on the length of one side of the castle, this corridor was at most less than 100 meters long. With their eyesight, no matter how dim the lights were, they should be able to see the end of the corridor with a glance. But strangely, their line of sight could only extend seven to eight meters away.
The scene in the distance seemed to be engulfed by a ball of darkness, completely unable to be seen.
It seemed to be some kind of illusion effect!
Wier slowly moved forward, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings and his feet. Any slight change or abnormality would make him stop, and he would only move forward again after he was sure that there was no danger.
The fog-like darkness faded away bit by bit.
The flickering candlelight on both sides of the wall reflected a dim yellow halo. The shadows cast on the wall were sometimes long and sometimes short, sometimes left and sometimes right, like demons baring their fangs and brandishing their claws. The wooden planks under his feet were obviously old, and when he stepped on them, it made a creaking sound that made his teeth ache.
On the left wall in front of them hung a half-meter square wooden frame. It was hidden in the shadows of the candlelight and could not be seen. Now that he was close enough, Wier could see the content clearly.
It was a rural landscape painting, with mountains in the distance and water nearby. In the middle of the painting was a slightly raised hill, and a blurry figure of unknown gender was looking at them from the top of the hill.
The painting technique could be considered excellent, but it was unknown what the painter was thinking. The entire painting was actually painted in black and white, forcefully turning the beautiful rural scenery into a sinister, ghostly painting.
Wier shook his head and focused on the wooden planks under his feet.
As he moved forward, the strange creaking sound kept following him, and he could not focus on the movement around him. When he stopped and wanted to listen to the movements around him, the creaking sound of wooden boards came from behind him.
"You guys are quiet …" Wier could not help but scold them, but what he saw shocked him.
His companions were indeed following behind him, but … their skin was pale, their faces were twisted, and tears of blood were flowing down from their eyes.
"What happened to you guys?" Wier asked with a trembling voice.
A ferocious and terrifying smile appeared on his companions' faces. They stretched out their deathly pale claws that were as sharp as those of drowned corpses, and surrounded him while making strange noises.
Wier was so scared that he took a few steps back. Finally, he could not bear the fear in his heart and turned around to run.
Crossing the stream, running across the meadow, Wier ran until he was out of breath. After climbing up a small hill, he panted and stopped.
Did he finally get rid of those scary monsters?
With a trace of fear, Wier turned around and suddenly realized that the environment around him was strange.
This … This place did not seem to be the dark and gloomy third floor corridor of the castle, but …
Looking at the gloomy mountain behind him, looking at the gray meadow in front of him, looking at the black river … In the distance, there was a wooden frame floating in mid-air. It seemed to be a window. Through it, he could vaguely see a pale figure leading Kerr, Warren and the others through a dark and scary corridor.
Judging from his position and angle, Wier was shocked to find that he seemed to be … in the painting that he had just seen. And his original position had been replaced by the figure in the painting!
Damn it, is this an illusion or reality?
For a moment, Wier could not tell if he was being attacked by an illusion or if he was really being led into the painting. Thus, he frantically ran towards the wooden frame window while shouting and waving his hands.
But strangely, no matter how he shouted and ran, the wooden frame window was always so far away from him, as if he could never reach it …
…
In the gloomy and gloomy corridor.
Kerr could not help but frown and said, "Wier, can you walk faster? If you keep walking like this, how long will it take for us to check the entire floor! "
Wier vaguely responded and finally quickened his pace.
The corridor was not long, and soon, they arrived in front of a wooden door.
They got closer to study it and did not feel any traces of witchcraft on the wooden door. There should not be any witchcraft traps or anything like that.
Under everyone's signal, Wier gathered his courage and gently pushed the wooden door open.
With a soft creak, the wooden door opened.
Inside was a beautifully decorated small library. The space was not big, but the wooden shelves against the wall were densely packed with books and scrolls. Many of the books even flashed with a faint fluorescent light, and one could tell at a glance that they were not ordinary items.
Books, so many books …
The acolytes, who had already made collecting knowledge an instinct, wanted to push the others aside and barge into the room to find some books that interested them. But at this moment, Alice's childish cough came from behind them.
The acolytes froze and hurriedly moved to the side, bowing and saying, "Lady Alice, please go first!"
Alice took a step forward and sneered, "Before we divide the spoils, take a good look first!"
As she raised her delicate little hand, the Gem of Truth in her palm shot a gentle white light into the library … and the body of the intermediate acolyte, Wier, who was leaning against the door!
The scene that had been normal a second ago took a turn for the worse in the next second. What greeted everyone's eyes was an extremely terrifying scene.
The wooden door from before had disappeared, and in front of everyone was a strange black slit in the wall. At the end of the slit was a portrait hanging on the wall. The figures in the portrait swayed, and a few strange black shadows were sneakily looking in their direction.
Wier, who had been standing by the side of the door, had turned pale under the white light. His skin seemed to have become translucent, giving off a ghostly and terrifying feeling.
"I've already opened the door, come in quickly!" Wier turned around and urged everyone with a smile.
His face was so pale that it looked as if he had smeared a thick layer of stone powder on it, and two streaks of crimson blood could be seen clearly. As he laughed sinisterly, the muscles on his face twisted malevolently, making him look like a demon from another world.
Damn it, since when did Wier get swapped!
In the next second, without any explanation, three different coloured spells landed on "Wier".
Shadow Arrow!
Frost Dagger!
Lightning Claw!
The strength of the energy was between 12 to 15 degrees. Although the strength wasn't high, the attack was fast. Although the fake Wier felt that something was wrong, it was too late to dodge. The three acolytes' quick-cast spells hit his body.
The White Bone Shield around Wier's body was penetrated by the spells as if it didn't exist. The fake Wier screamed as he was hit by the three spells. His voice was cold and hoarse, not like a human's voice at all. As for the pieces of "his" body that were scattered in all directions, not a trace of blood or flesh could be seen. Instead, they slowly melted into the air like energy matter.
Knowing that he had been exposed, the fake Wier's appearance suddenly changed. His entire body instantly turned into a transparent energy matter, quietly merging into the wall beside him.
The three acolytes' second round of attacks all missed. They only made a big hole in the wooden wall, revealing a completely dark space inside.
A gust of cold air blew out from inside, and the people in front of it couldn't help but shiver.
"Damn it, it's a spirit body!" Senior acolyte Warren cursed angrily. "Our attacks just now weren't enough. We didn't really hurt it. Later, we'll all have to … "
Before he finished speaking, the nearby wall flashed with fluorescent light. A transparent human figure drilled out from inside, its sharp claws ruthlessly slashing across Warren's left arm.
"Ah …"
Warren screamed in pain.
Two witchcraft shot out, but it was a pity that it only hit the old wall, causing wood chips to fly everywhere. The spirit body had long since hidden somewhere.
Warren endured the pain and tore off his torn sleeve. On the side of his left arm, he saw several terrifying claw marks that were so deep that the bone could be seen. The wound had already turned bluish-black. A layer of crystal clear frost completely froze the flesh around the wound, and it continued to spread up and down.
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