Ghost Princess (Fourth Update, Please Vote—Second Update)
There had once been plenty of candles and oil lamps in this castle. Han Su even felt a little nostalgic for those days. But he had no idea when it started—flames had become harder and harder to find...
Fortunately, the Ghost Princess on the ninth floor was still just as afraid of the dark...
He swept his gaze over the candlelit corridor, let out a quiet breath, then silently recited Spell 01, the version without Fishing Horn.
His figure blurred, becoming an inconspicuous shadow that hugged the corner of the wall and crept forward inch by inch.
Black Cat Duke struggled free of his arms and jumped down, its round eyes full of confusion.
It felt like it wasn't much use. The kid knew this place too well. Why would he need its help?
So it simply tipped over onto the carpet, lazily swishing its tail and purring to entertain itself.
Han Su silently made his way toward the largest room in the middle of the corridor. As he drew close, he heard the splash of water from inside, accompanied by an overwhelmingly strong stench of blood.
He peered inside and saw a huge pool. Strange runes had been carved all around it, forming a uniquely styled decoration.
Several freshly dead people hung upside down above the pool, each with a gaping cut in the neck. Blood streamed from their wounds, collecting in the blood pool at the center of the room.
The Ghost Princess, her figure hazy and insubstantial, was slowly taking off her heavy, elaborate black dress.
Her slender, graceful figure glowed softly in the moonlight streaming through the window.
She rose onto her toes, stepped out of the dress on the floor, then floated lightly into the blood pool.
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