Just as Lyon and Pera were looking for a mechanism in the room, a violent shaking suddenly came from under their feet, and the room began to tilt, and the door of the room that was originally closed was opened because the room was tilted.

Wright stood outside the door, he was just eavesdropping, and the sudden vibration made him panic. The door was shaken open and he and Lyon looked at each other.

Wright shouted and turned around and ran. Lyon raised his hand and hit Wright with an arcane missile that was too small to be even smaller.

However, even so, Wright was beaten and staggered, fell to the ground, covering his back and shouting.

Pera walked over and pulled Wright's collar and dragged him back. Lyon squatted down and looked at Wright's face in horror and asked, "Who are you?"

"Wright Sreg..."

Wright? I have a little impression of this name. He should be the son of Duke Sreg, but he didn't seem to know Haotian's conspiracy and was not possessed by Haotian.

What exactly does he know?

"Yeah~", Lyon pondered for a moment, and then suddenly began to release magic on Wright.

Thinking Stealing

Lyon decided to use this simple and quick method to get the intelligence he wanted.

Wright felt his soul tremble, as if a pair of sticky big hands were dissecting himself. He could clearly see himself being stripped away at the soul level little by little.

The muscles that were stuck together due to lack of exercise were stretched and stretched, and each blood vessel and bone were carefully separated and organized. The wrinkles of the brain were slowly smoothed, and the skull was held in the hands only. The gloomy spell rang in his ears.

Tell me everything you know.

However, just as Lyon was about to succeed, he found that Wright's soul was extremely tenacious and he had no idea how to start.

It was the potion that the princess gave Wright to drink, making Wright's soul impeccable.

The surreal sensory experience suddenly ended, Wright fell to the ground with his back, breathing heavily, and he wanted to faint, but his tenacious soul was still struggling to persevere.

"It's so interesting, try it, Pera." Lyon hasn't encountered this situation.

The Bronze Dragon's thinking stealing is more gentle and secret than Lyon's, and Wright only feels that he is gently blown by a warm wind.

"This person's soul is extremely strong and you can't see anything." Pera shook his head and said.

If a strong soul is to seize the body, a stupid and fragile soul is what he needs.

And what happened to this person? Although he is stupid, his soul is stronger than the warriors who have returned from the battlefield.

"Let's not talk about this for now. Did you find out that he was eavesdropping outside the door?" Lyon asked Pera.

Pera shook her head, indicating that she hadn't noticed it at all.

Lyon thought for a moment, asked Pera to return to the room again, and then closed the door from outside by himself.

A warm flame appeared in Lyon's hands, and Wright sat on the ground and looked at the flame in Lyon's hands in a daze.

He didn't dare to escape, and the fear that he had been dissected from the soul level just now remained in his body.

He wanted to move his legs, but his muscles and bones were rejecting the order with all his might.

Lyon ignored Wright, he extinguished the flames and opened the door and asked.

"Can you feel me?"

"I can't feel your breath, I can't feel your breath." Pera said.

It seemed that there was something wrong with this room. Lyon took out a knife from his arms and made a cut in the door.

However, what appeared before Pera and Leon were not dry wood chips but a black gel with the characteristics of life.

Looking at the black substance squirming in the incision, Pera took a step back disgustingly.

"Is this thing that interferes with my perception?"

"Probably, there may be such things in the walls of this room." Lyon inserted a knife into the wall. When he pulled it out, he found that some black gel-like substance was stuck on the blade.

Lyon recalled the structural diagram of Sreg Castle in his mind, and smelled the black substance on the blade.

"Let's go to Duke Sreg's study. If my guess is correct, then we have to act quickly." After that, Lyon raised his legs and was about to walk towards the stairs.

"What should I do with this person?" Pera asked, pointing at Wright, who was still sitting on the ground.

"Leave him here, he knows nothing, although his soul is a little strange." Lyon said indifferently, he didn't care about Wright's fate.

Because Wright is a worthless person, for Lyon.

After thinking about it, Pera mentioned that Wright threw him into the room, then closed the door, and then used a plastic magic to fix the handles of the wooden door together with stones.

"I don't think the Sregs have good people, so he locked him up here and ran around again."

"Why did Bu kill him directly?" Lyon asked.

"He is too weak and has no action."

Lyon and Pep** walked up the stairs and headed towards the study.

No one cares about Wright's fate, who was locked in this portrait room.

Because there were no windows in the room, Wright's eyes were not as good as Lyon and Pera, and the original candlestick in the room was also poured out due to the vibration just now.

Wright curled up in the corner, feeling something was watching him in the room, but he looked around and saw only darkness.

After a while, the feeling of being watched became even stronger. Wright stood up and came to the door to try to break open the wooden door, but his efforts were only futile. His body, which was hollowed out due to the wine and color, could not give him the power to break out.

Wright began to cry loudly, and he began to grop in the darkness, trying to find a secret entrance to escape from heaven.

After a while of groping, he kicked a candlestick. He bent down and wanted to pick up the candlestick and try to use it to smash the wooden door open.

Just as he was fumbled to pick up the candlestick, he reached out to touch a box of matches.

After Wright was truly sure that he was holding a box of matches, he was ecstatic, and the sticky darkness had tortured him to the point of madness.

Light hugged him again, and Wright lifted the lit candlestick, but as he was about to gain strength from this tiny hope, greater fear surrounded him.

Wright now knew what was watching him just now.

It is the portrait of those ancestors.

The gloomy and vicious green eyes were all staring at Wright. Wright retreated and his eyes approached. Wright covered his face in fear, and those eyes became even more unscrupulous.

The flames on the candlestick were extinguished again, and Wright leaned against the wall in fear, but the hard wall did not become his support.

His hands touched something sticky, and he suddenly realized what it was.

It was the man just now, and the man inserted a knife into the wall, and these sticky things were the gluey substances.

He groped and found the wound on the wall. Sure enough, a sticky gel was flowing out of the small mouth.

Wright thought of the most terrifying way of death, which was to die of death by the mysterious and sticky black mud in this dark room, under the gaze of the ancestors' souls.

He knelt on the ground, begging to pray to anyone, he didn't want to die, but with his prayers, more black mud flowed out of that little mouth.

In the whispers of the portrait door, the black mud had already spread across Wright's ankle.
Chapter completed!