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Chapter 159

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* Boom! *

When Han Dong was dragged out of the study, the door was also slammed shut.

It seemed that due to Han Dong's' prying ', some kind of change was happening inside.

He was trembling.

That's right, Han Dong, who had experienced death once, was actually trembling uncontrollably.

Different … It was obviously different from the feeling of death.

In that instant just now, if he had really come face to face with that uninvited guest, Han Dong felt that he might have fallen into a level that was even scarier than death.

At this moment, Han Dong's body was trembling. It was an instinctive fear and terror towards the 'absolute unknown'.

Not knowing was fear.

"What did you see?"

"The whole room was filled with white tentacles. Viscount Ares was creating in a strange state … There was also a mysterious person supervising everything."

"Mysterious person!"

When Celeste heard this news, she was about to barge in and capture the 'suspect' who was controlling Viscount Ares.

* Smack! *

Han Dong stretched out his right arm and grabbed Celeste's arm with all his strength.

"Don't go …

I once saw [The Fallen Baker] without any reaction. But when I saw this person, I felt a sense of despair as if I had fallen into an endless abyss … I might die … Don't go! "

Han Dong's gaze was quite serious as he forcefully pulled Celeste back.

"What does he look like?"

"A yellow robe covered his entire body. I can't see any features …"

"Yellow robe?"

Celeste seemed to have thought of something terrifying and decisively gave up on barging into the study. She immediately helped Han Dong up and retreated with him.

It was also at this moment.

The fog that had originally filled the house sank into the ground and disappeared. Even the little magic eye could not see it … The house seemed to have returned to normal.

The sense of contamination had completely disappeared.

* Crack! *

The [Creative Room] opened again.

No more white fog or tentacles appeared from the crack of the door.

Instead, a trembling arm grabbed the side of the door and dragged the body out.

Viscount Ares slowly crawled out.

He had already woken up from his sleepwalking state and had a terrified expression on his face.

There were still traces of thick oil near his eye sockets.

He screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Save me! I beg you, please save me!

Why can't I get rid of the dream even after receiving the Holy Light Baptism?

Instead, it made the person in the dream move even faster, getting closer and closer to me!

If I sleep with it again, I might be killed … I don't want to become its slave, I don't want to lose my qualifications as a human! "

It was also at this moment.

More than a dozen reinforcements from the Holy Pure Knights arrived and immediately sealed off the scene.

First, he used hypnosis to stabilize Viscount Alex's body. Then, he chained him up and brought him out of the mansion.

The strange thing was …

During the subsequent search of Maldini's mansion.

The pollution that once permeated this place had completely disappeared.

Later on, the members of the Knights could not detect any pollution even if they took out their sensors.

It was as if the white fog and the tentacles that filled the study had disappeared along with the mysterious person.

1. During the search of Ares' study, they did not find any records of life outside the city or any works of demonic formations. There were only a few ordinary scripts and communication documents regarding the Destiny Realm.

2. In addition, according to the information revealed by the butler about 'sleepwalking', there was no trace of the backyard in the backyard.

There was no trace of the hole that had been dug out in the backyard … Every time a hole was dug out while sleepwalking, the servants in charge of the backyard would fill it up in time.

However, there were also strange things.

Other than his mother, who was taken away by Cas.

After tonight's incident, the thirty or so servants in the Maldini Family all disappeared along with the white mist that filled the mansion.



Holy Pure Knights — Radiant Courtyard

Viscount Alex Maldini was completely exposed under the illumination of the Holy Light for interrogation.

As an 'insider,' Han Dong followed beside Knight Celeste the entire time after confirming that he was not infected. He was considered an assistant and a bystander of the interrogation.

The second captain of the Holy Pure Knights, Covey Elliot, who majored in [Library — Divine Domain], led the interrogation.

According to the clues, the interrogation focused on two aspects.

[Dream] and [Opera House]

"What did you dream of?"

"The scene in the dream was exactly the same as my house. It was only because I have a unique understanding of dreams that I was able to recognize that it was a dream … I was sleeping on the bed in the master bedroom, unable to move my body.

And on the wall facing me, there was a painting.

A painting that did not belong to my house.

It was an indescribable and terrifying painting. It was filled with content beyond my understanding. It was an abstract painting formed by the distortion of different words.

Then, in front of the painting … stood a 'person.'

It was only because it was the same height as a human that I treated it as a person.

In every dream, it was standing beside the painting. "

"Appearance? Characteristics?"

"I couldn't see clearly. The darkness was its shelter … I could only feel that it was staring at me, a gaze that sent chills down my spine and made me restless."

"The dream was the same every day?"

"The scene was the same, but this person kept getting closer.

It was yesterday! It was already standing at the end of the bed. If I had another dream, I would fall into the dark abyss and lose the chance to be a human … I beg you, you must save me. "

Covey Eliot waved her hand, and the warm holy light immediately calmed Ares's emotions.

"The second question, I heard from the butler.

A few days before the strange dream began to affect you, you went to the opera house once? "

Ares hurriedly nodded.

"The writers' circle often gathers together to talk about ways to find inspiration.

About two weeks ago, someone said that the Sacred Soul Opera House on the second floor would hold the most magnificent stage performance in history. Everyone reached a consensus and went to watch this' magnificent 'performance the next day. It was about … "

At this point, Ares suddenly felt that the "memories" that should have been stored in his head had disappeared.

He only remembered that he had seen a magnificent and grand performance. He only remembered that this performance was shocking and gave him a new inspiration for his creation.

However, all the information about this "opera" in his memory had disappeared.

"Which writers did you meet to enter the opera house?" Covey Eliot continued asking.

"Baron Simon, Viscount Wadsworth, Master Lewis …"

Covey Eliot temporarily left the room. After a discussion with the outside personnel, she returned to the interrogation room with the relevant information.

"These are the information about fellow writers that you just mentioned."

When Viscount Ares flipped through the documents, his entire body trembled. His eyes were filled with fear as he kept repeating, "Impossible … Impossible …"

Covey Eliot said calmly, "The Sacred Soul Opera House you mentioned doesn't even exist in the entire Holy City, much less the second floor.

In addition, the fellow writers you mentioned would have been missing for more than ten years if they weren't the skeletal residents of the cemetery. "

The information handed to Ares was a backup of the death records of the local Public Security Bureau.

In other words …

Viscount Ares followed a group of dead people to an opera house that 'did not exist' and watched a magnificent performance that 'could not be recalled'.

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