The three of them walked slowly along the corridor on the second floor.
Through the wooden door shrouded in deep fog on one side, you can see that most of the rooms on the second floor near the corridor are textile workshops, where simple textile machines are placed.
The dark space was filled with the smell of damp water vapor.
A gust of cold wind blew past, the slightest chill penetrating the bone marrow, making people feel goosebumps all over their bodies.
The broken glass was embedded in the window frame like fangs, making a whining whistle when the wind blew through.
During the lightning and thunder, the entire air seemed to be cut into pale fragments, which fell to the ground one after another, like scattered shrouds.
Fortunately, a few people quickly arrived at the stairs.
But there is another room ahead, from which the leisurely and soothing sound of the piano comes.
If you want to reach the stairs to the third floor, you must pass through this room.
Dick remained silent, one hand already placed on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
As he approached the door, he suddenly looked in, and the golden cat eyes reflected an ashes-covered [harpsichord] in the room - this instrument can be regarded as the predecessor of the piano.
Except for a huge bronze mirror on the mottled wall, there was no one around.
There was no ghost reflected in the bronze mirror.
Dick was about to cross the threshold when the sound of staggering footsteps suddenly sounded behind him.
Judge Faraj didn't know when he had passed him and was walking into the house, rubbing his temples.
Seeing both of them entering the house, Gom gritted his teeth and could only follow them in.
Faraj sat on a stool covered with ashes, groping the harpsichord stand with his knuckles, frowning and thinking for a moment, then murmured:
"Why does this place feel so familiar to me?"
A burst of contemptuous laughter came from the door. Dick turned around sharply, but saw no one.
He quickly turned around and saw a woman with disheveled hair in the bronze mirror, tightly holding the hand of a little girl with equally disheveled hair, staring at the three of them with blood-red eyes.
Several streaks of snake-like black hair instantly appeared in the bronze mirror. The white light of Dawn Sword split the hair, and thick black blood spattered onto the keys. Each musical scale turned into a sharp scream.
The broken hair twisted on the carpet, wrapped around the heels of Judge Faraj like a living snake, and dragged him into the mirror.
Dick The sword in his hand flashed again with several rays of white light, and as soon as the ferociously dancing hair came into contact, it curled up and broke like a spider web caught in fire;
The black blood splattered at the fracture evaporated into a smelly mist in the white light of the sword blade, which temporarily released the restraints on Faraj.
But knight Gom was not so lucky. Taking advantage of this short gap, his long hair had entangled him in the bronze mirror.
Dick protected Faraj behind him and stared at the bronze mirror.
Ripples appeared on the mirror surface like water waves. Half of the knight's face suddenly appeared in the depths of the bronze mirror. His eyeballs were bursting because of his hair. He opened his bloody mouth and chuckled. The entire mirror surface began to ooze fishy mucus.
The bronze mirror exploded with a bang, and Gom's body was like a puppet sewn together with countless threads, with every inch of skin covered with wriggling hair.
When the bronze mirror fragments were scattered, the hairs were pouring out from his burst eye sockets, and the body covered with copper rust and blood twitched and hit the carpet.
Dick stared at the bleeding copper sheet at his feet, where a pair of blood-red eyes were reflected.
In an instant, the entire scene twisted, shattered and reorganized, and Dick found himself back in this room again, but there were no judges or noble knights around, and he was the only one left.
Next to it was a brand new harpsichord, and a woman was sitting on the harpsichord bench, leaning against the frowning man.
"Victor, do you remember the night we listened to "Moonlight" at the conservatory?" The woman's fingers gently touched the keys,
"You said at that time that no matter how dark the night sky was, it would be pierced by Moonlight..."
She gently held her husband's trembling hand and said, "It's just a few dark clouds now!"
Victor grasped the bench unconsciously with his five fingers, "Scarlett, you gave up your dream of becoming a musician for me, and now you can only be trapped in this remote country with me."
Scarlett had a gentle smile on his face, "Even so, I am content because I have you and Lily by my side."
With that said, the two hugged each other again.
The picture was broken and reorganized again, and Dick found himself in a new room, which seemed to be the office space of a textile factory.
Victor is lying in front of the table writing something.
Dick stepped forward to take a look and found that he was writing notes, and the dates were also burned.
Dick quietly looked at what he wrote:
Today, we finally built a textile factory, and I hired additional people to build a part of the house for my family, including living rooms and a place for leisure.
Although the textile factory has been built, the hateful noble knight Gom, with his deep-rooted power, prevents me from recruiting spinners, and the financial situation of my family becomes increasingly difficult.
But my dearest wife Scarlett still encourages me as always and tells me not to be discouraged.
And my cutest little daughter Lily also ran over and shouted "Father" loudly, and Wangwang also followed behind her wagging her tail.
Seeing this scene, I suddenly felt that my body was full of courage again.
Victor was about to continue writing when he suddenly stood up and turned around.
Dick followed his gaze and looked at the source of the footsteps behind him. His eyes narrowed slightly - the person coming was none other than Judge Faraj.
Faraj shook Dick's shoulders in confusion. "Master Demon Hunter, what's wrong with you?"
This place is really weird, hurry up to the third floor and pass the monster test."
Dick Suddenly, it turns out that he has returned to reality.
So, that scene just now was...
He didn't ask any more questions, and he and Faraj quickly followed the stairs to the third floor.
The layout of the third floor is similar to that of the second floor, with all the small cubicles serving as textile rooms.
But in the compartments where the textile machines were supposed to be placed, burnt cotton wool piled up like gray snow, and half-melted iron parts lay crooked like twisted skeletons.
Dick looked inside carefully:
The layout is simple, with some beds and chairs placed. This should also be the rest room for the weavers.
Looking deeper, it was dark and blurry, and nothing could be seen clearly. There were only waves of low whimpering sounds, and they were not just one, but a group of them.
A charred withered hand stretched out from the black mist.
Immediately afterwards, a figure whined and slowly poked his head, his whole body slowly revealed, his gums exposed, and his body had been burned. He was like a machine with stuck internal gears, walking towards several people in a orderly manner.
And in the black mist, more charred claws stretched out.
Faraj Seeing that the front was blocked by charred corpses, he turned around and wanted to run back to the second floor, only to find that the entire staircase behind was also blocked by charred corpses.
Dick pushed the judge into the corner with his backhand, and the scabbard of his sword scraped a string of sparks on the brick wall.
Before the first scorched corpse could approach, Dawn Sword swept past White Heat.
While the upper body that had been chopped in half was still crawling, the afterimage of Dick had already penetrated into the depths of the corpses.
The sound of sword flashes, zombies whimpering, and the thud of limbs flying off and hitting the ground are intertwined.
Faraj can even smell the hot breath generated by the friction between the master demon hunter's sword and the monster in front of him.
He suddenly felt a withered claw gently resting on his shoulder, and his pupils shrank suddenly.
At this time, he saw that the master demon hunter had turned back at high altitude. The master quickly waved his five fingers and slapped a palm towards the void behind him.
The cone-shaped azure blue airflow in the master's hand separated on both sides of his shoulders, grazed his hair, scattered and shot out, like a transparent sharp blade.
He could feel the cold chill coming from these "sharp blades".
In an instant, Faraj found that the whimpering sound of the monster behind him had completely disappeared.
When he turned back, the remains of these monster corpses had frozen crystals in the gaps, and ice and frost were scattered on the corridor.
After a few breaths, Faraj stabilized his violently trembling heart and turned around again:
There was only one person in front of him, rooted in the frozen soil like a pine tree, with the tip of his sword touching the ground, and a mass of corpses beneath his feet.