Angor looked around to see if anyone else was injured. Where did the woman's blood come from?
However, he saw nothing. He was in a long corridor with nothing but darkness on both sides. Occasionally, there would be a lamp on the wall, but it could only illuminate an area of one or two meters. Other than that, everything else was dark.
Since he had an illusion as a target, Angor decided to cast Light on the wall.
Angor moved the light around for several dozen meters.
He found nothing. Apart from the woman in front of him, there was no one else.
Strangely enough, he did not see anyone injured. Not even a drop of blood.
If the floor had an automatic cleaning function, it would be fine. But there was a large amount of blood on the ground where the woman moved and where she lay. This meant the floor did not, or would not, have such a function for the time being.
Then who was the source of the blood on her? How did she suddenly appear here? And there was no blood anywhere else.
Angor checked the corridor again. The floor was pale yellow, so he could see the blood clearly. However, other than the place where the woman had been hiding, the floor was clean without any stains.
Did she really appear out of thin air?
Angor walked to the spot where the woman was hiding. It was a corner by the window. There were obvious drops of blood on the floor, as well as a bloody footprint. Other than that, there were no other blood spots.
This woman wasn't very powerful. She was at most a Beginner Apprentice. He didn't believe that someone at this level could use Spatial Transference Spells. But it did not make sense that she did not appear out of thin air.
Did she come through the wall? But that could not be right. There was only air outside the wall, and there was a drainage pipe outside. If she went through the wall, he would have noticed it.
"Huh? There's a drainage pipe outside?"
No! Angor suddenly remembered something.
He walked to the window and looked outside. His eyes widened. The drainage pipe ended on the third floor. In other words, the pipe turned into the inner part of the corridor on the third floor.
However, the drainage pipe turned into the corridor. How could there be a place to drain water here?! Besides, he did not see any trace of a pipe in the corner of the corridor.
Angor also noticed something else when he was climbing the pipe.
He did not pay much attention to the sound of liquid flowing in the pipe. But now that he thought about it, he felt strange. The pipe suddenly disappeared at the third floor. But where did the liquid come from?
Could there be a mysterious hollow space between the drainage pipe and the wall?
However, he was surprised by the idea.
Why can't there be an empty space? What was impossible in the strange and bizarre World of Adepts? Fish could fly in the sky, birds could swim in the water, and so on. There was even a world behind a mirror. How could there not be a hollow space in a wall?
It would not be difficult for him to create an empty space in the middle of the tunnel. Besides, the owner of this place was a wizard.
With that in mind, Angor ordered the illusion to return to where the woman was hiding and put a hand on the wall.
He fused with the illusion and sensed the energy ripples coming from behind the wall.
Angor's of course. As he expected, there was an expansion rune on the wall, which meant there was a hidden room in the center of the wall.
That made sense. The woman had come out from the hidden room, so other than this corner, there were no other traces of blood.
The "injured person" should be in the hidden room as well.
Angor did not know if anyone would notice him or not. But just in case, he had to let the illusion go through everything he needed to do. This was to ensure that the actions of the "illusion" were logical and to prevent others from discovering any clues.
It was not hard to get into the hidden room. He just needed to find the key point of the expansion rune.
As the expansion rune was activated, the wall suddenly trembled. With a flash of light, the door to the hidden room was opened.
Before entering, Angor already heard a familiar sobbing sound.
Ever since he entered the Otherworld, he heard the same sobbing sound every second.
Angor put on a cautious look and slowly pushed the door open.
If there was an undead inside, he had to run away as fast as he could. The undead couldn't do anything to him, but Angor had no way to deal with it either.
But when the door was pushed open, Angor's eyes widened.
Undead? Nope.
There was nothing in the room except for a large bathtub, which was releasing white steam. However, the steam coming out of the bathtub was not water vapor. It was blood vapor! This was because the bathtub was filled with sticky, hot blood.
If Angor activated his Purification Field, he would be able to smell the blood.
Where did the blood come from?
Drip. Drip.
Drops of blood flowed down from the naked woman hanging from the ceiling. There were more than 30 naked women hanging upside down from the ceiling. Their chests were pierced by the scythes, and blood was dripping down from the wounds on their chests.
Boiling hot, fresh blood with strong resentment dripped into the bathtub.
Some of the women hanging on the scythes were already dead. Some were still alive, but their hearts were pierced, and they were not far from death. Those silent cries were the cries of despair of those who were still alive.
Now he understood why there was a wound on the chest of all the corpses in the graveyard. So this was how it happened.
He couldn't even begin to imagine how many undead creatures Dark Castle had killed over the years.
Angor's face turned pale. He didn't even dare to step into the room.
Not because he was afraid, but because he didn't want to.
There was no one in the bathtub, but there was a row of footprints leading to the door. The woman outside was in the middle of her "bath" when she noticed someone coming in, so she quickly came out to ambush him.
The drain outside wasn't discharging water either. It was the blood used for bathing.
Angor suppressed his discomfort and stepped inside.
There were no booby traps inside, but he would rather face them than to face a room full of holes. In particular, those women who were still alive were looking at him with venomous eyes, as if they were stabbing him with daggers.
Angor wanted to explain to the poor women. But how could he? Even if he explained, what was the point? Their hearts were already pierced, and they were not far away from death.
Even if he wanted to save them, he couldn't do it with his basic healing spell.
Angor walked to the bathtub and stared at the women who were glaring at him like sharp arrows. He stood there for a while and spoke in a plain tone.
"I'm not here to save you."
Angor's words surprised them a little.
"And I'm not here to kill you either. Tell me, how did you get into Dark Castle? "
After a while, a sharp and vicious voice said, "Dark Castle? Is this Dark Castle? Hahaha! Now I know how to die! I won't let Dark Castle go! I won't let any of you go! "
Angor looked at the source of the voice and saw a woman with shoulder-length hair. Her eyes were filled with madness and endless hatred. She was a mortal, but there was no doubt that once she died, she would turn into an undead spirit.
While he was thinking, the long-haired woman opened her eyes wide in anger. Blood gushed out from her wound.
Angor quickly cast another healing spell to save her life.
She was the only one who was still conscious and could speak clearly. If Angor wanted to know more, he had to get the information from her.
"Why did you save me?" The woman was still glaring at Angor with hatred.
"I can't. Your heart is broken, and I can't save you." Angor spoke in a plain tone, "I'm only keeping you alive because I want to know where you came from and why you're here."
"Who are you? You're not one of those bitches? "The woman's face was pale. More and more resentment was gathering in her body.
"I'm not from Dark Castle. I'm here to … save someone." Angor looked at the woman.
"Hahaha! Save someone? Hahaha!" The woman laughed out loud while tears flowed down her cheeks.
At the same time, her resentment grew stronger and stronger. Angor could even see the black waves around her body with his naked eyes.
Unfortunately, when the woman's laughter reached its climax, her already healed wound tore open again. Her blood was boiling, and she was about to die.
Angor saved her once again.
"Answer my question. How did you get here? Did you see a man like this half a day ago? "Angor asked as he simulated Shadow's image.
The woman didn't answer. She kept screaming and laughing.
Again and again, her heart was broken, and Angor healed it, and then it was broken again. In a short time, she tasted the horror of living between life and death. As a result, her resentment grew exponentially.
Angor could tell that the woman was trying to use him to push her resentment to its peak. Once her resentment reached its peak, the resentment would quickly push her past the early stages of an undead creature.
Angor hesitated for a moment and decided to fulfill her wish. If this was her last wish, then he would fulfill it.
At first, the woman tried to persuade Angor to continue healing her.
However, she soon realized that Angor was helping her accumulate more resentment, so she decided not to say anything. Instead, she kept gathering her blood essence and let herself experience life and death again and again.
Her resentment had reached a terrifying level after being pushed again and again.
Angor didn't expect this mortal woman to be able to endure such great pain again and again. If she wasn't captured by Dark Castle, she might become another hero like Nausica.
Too bad. Before she could see her future, she fell at the starting line.
Perhaps the woman knew that she had reached her limit. When she looked at Angor for the last time, there was no more resentment in her eyes. Instead, she looked at Angor like a gentle lady.
"I'm the 13th daughter of Goman King. Due to the loss of the Crimson Crown, I was framed as a criminal by the Elder Princess. Goman King demoted me to a peasant, and the Elder Princess made me a slave. After wandering around for a long time, I was sold to this place … Hahaha! I thought I'd become a servant and serve a man for the rest of my life. But this place turned out to be a den of witches. They bathed in the blood of virgins, and then … you saw it. " The woman's anger disappeared as she spoke. "As for them, they're just cowards who only know how to cry. I think they were sold here by slave traders too."
Goman King? Angor was a little surprised. Goman King wasn't in Fairy World. It was more than ten thousand kilometers away. Ordinary people couldn't get here even if they spent their entire lives.
Therefore, the slave trader she spoke of definitely had a Magus background.
Based on this logic, all the women were sent here by the slave traders. The 'cold land' that Huahua mentioned might not be a fairytale world. That would be even harder to find. There were countless cold places in the south.
"I saw that man before." The woman coughed out blood and pointed at the shadow's illusion. "Just a few hours ago, that witch fought with that man. In the end, he came in and left after taking one look at us. After that, the witch came back and took a bath again while cursing. "
The woman's eyes were already rolling up.
Angor lowered his head. "Thank you."
The woman laughed loudly, and her vitality vanished.
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