Soul echo

Chapter 197 Lilian's Free Time

ghost?

When Lilian thought about it, relevant information appeared in her mind.

"Echo of Soul" is different from other games. In terms of setting, the conditions for the formation of undead are very harsh.

Generally speaking, cities and villages are protected by gods, and undead will not appear directly in settlements, but there are exceptions to everything, such as 'wraiths'.

"... Wraith?" Lilian put her hand on the handle of the light sword worn at her waist.

She found that the clothes of herself and the young man beside her had changed. Apart from the same weapons, there were two more waist bags on her body.

At this time, a message popped up in front of him——

[The Demon Hunter Apprentice Set has been loaded, and you will get silver mixed light sword x 1, silver powder x 2, holy water x 1, civet amulet x 1, simple trap x 1, light hand crossbow x 1, arrows x 6]

so many things...

Lilian narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips tightly.

"Big, probably..." The middle-aged man who spoke just now rubbed his hands and laughed twice.

[——This dungeon is a 'full role-playing mode', any words that do not conform to the identity of the player's character may increase the difficulty of the dungeon]

The young man who was about to explain the plot of this dungeon to Lilian immediately shut his mouth when he saw this message.

Every piece of information in "Echo of Soul" is very important, and sometimes the way to break the game is hidden in the prompts given by the system.

Lilian let out a breath of foul air. During the time when she loaded the dungeon just now, she took a good look at the room and found that the owner of this room might be a nobleman—a fallen nobleman or a collateral nobleman.

The era should be similar to 'now', at least there is not much difference in clothing and attire, and the accent is similar.

After a little thought, Lilian turned her attention to the middle-aged man, "Are you the owner of this room?"

The middle-aged man opened his mouth slightly, and just as he was about to answer, the young man beside Lilian introduced him first: "This is Sir Mark Crew, our employer this time."

Lilian nodded slightly, looked away from the young man, looked at Mark Crewe, and said, "You said there was a ghost in your house, what's going on? Tell me about what happened and what you saw."

"This……"

Lilian saw the hesitation on this middle-aged man's face, and knew that there was a high probability that there was something hidden in this matter.

and……

One, two, three, four, five, six—there are exactly six people in this room besides the two players.

In addition to the middle-aged man standing in front of them, there are two men and two women sitting in the living room, and an old man lying on a rocking chair by the fireplace. If there is no other living person in this house, the six arrows in the quiver Maybe it just corresponds to these six people.

"...The thing is like this." After a long silence, Mark Crewe sighed and said with a bitter face, "You have also seen that there are six of us here, and we actually met at an underground auction , At that time we were competing for a painting..."

As he spoke, he looked towards the corner, and Lilian followed his line of sight, and found a flat square object wrapped in black cloth.

"It's because of that painting that ghosts haunt our house..."

Lilian keenly noticed that he used 'we', but they are not a family!

After thinking about it, Lilian asked, "Have you all bid for that painting?"

After much deliberation, she could only think of this 'common ground'.

Mark Crewe nodded with a wry smile, "Yes, we all want to buy that painting, how could we expect that painting to be so evil!"

Lilian was thoughtful, and then reminded: "Also, where are the ghosts?"

"Oh yes! Ghost!"

Mark Crewe also reacted and invited Lilian and the two of them into the living room.

The living room of this house is open, diagonally facing the door, and not far away is the fireplace, where the flames are burning vigorously.

There is a round table in the living room, but it can be seen from the degree of dust accumulation under the round table and on the support that this table was not originally placed here, not even the chairs around the round table.

When she came to the round table, Lilian was surprised to find that the two men and women sitting at the table were wearing a mask that was fully covered but partially hollowed out.

Turning her head to look at the fireplace, she could see the old man's side face from this position, and as expected, she also saw a mask on the old man's face.

After thinking about it for a while, Lilian understood that it wasn't that the copies put masks on them to cover up their identities, but that they wore masks in the original 'history'.

"I wanted to take off their masks once before, but just as I took off the masks, the dungeon collapsed..." the young man whispered in Lilian's ear.

- 'Mask' is a trigger point.

Lilian silently kept this information in her heart, and sat down at the round table at the invitation of Mark Crewe, without hastily asking what happened to the masks on those people's faces.

Seeing their 'sensible' attitude, Mark Crew's frown slightly relaxed.

After sitting down, Mark Crewe sighed: "It says 'ghost,' but we're not sure."

"Didn't you invite people from the church to see it?" Lilian asked suddenly.

Hearing this, Mark Crew twitched a few times, "This...our...the source of that painting is not clean..."

That's it, Lilian nodded, "Please continue talking about that 'ghost'."

Mark Crewe breathed a sigh of relief, cleared his throat, and continued: "That painting... I bought it. Not two days after I bought it, I suddenly felt a little strange at home, as if there was something I was looking at me in the dark, but I didn't care at that time, until half a month later, I heard the news of the unexpected death of the seller... I didn't feel something was wrong.

"The painting was always hung on the wall in the study room, every day I would go into the study room to read for a while, so every time I read a book, I could see that painting—by the way, I haven't told you yet What does that picture look like!"

Mark Crewe suddenly screamed, and Lilian quickly glanced at the corner of the wall.

I don't know if it was her illusion, but after hearing Mark Crewe's exclamation, she felt that the tightly wrapped 'painting' exuded a terrifying aura.

"It originally painted a beautiful aristocratic woman. The background colors are red and white. Although they are all bright colors, they don't overwhelm the guests. Instead, they further reflect the beauty and style of that woman... That's how it was!" , the middle-aged man took a deep breath with a heavy complexion, "As time went by, the painting also changed. The red curtain and the white wall slowly changed to each other's colors, and the portraits in the painting changed. There have been some changes. When I found out, I thought it was the painter's superb painting skills, which could make the painting change within a certain period of time, but gradually, I found that the painting became more and more strange...

"The curtain is no longer like a curtain, it is like a string of bones, the wall has become like flesh and blood, the portrait in the painting is still the same, but her facial features and body are more and more like a patchwork of things!
"I thought it was my eyes that were dazzled. After all, as long as I rubbed my eyes, I could feel that the painting had returned to its original state. At that time, the illusion that someone was staring at me in the dark also appeared more and more frequently. I felt that it was my spirit. So nervous.

"—but no! That's not my nervousness at all!"

Mark Crewe became more and more excited as he spoke. He slapped the table and stood up, pointing to the corner of the wall, "It's changing—the curtain is bones, the walls are flesh and blood, and even the woman is piled up of flesh and blood. monster!

"All of us, everyone who bid at the auction at that time could feel that someone was staring at us secretly. Later, we learned about the other party by coincidence, and realized that the root cause was that painting!"

The air instantly became quiet, and even Lilian was frightened by his angry gesture.

"...Have you tried to destroy it?"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Lilian felt that she had asked a stupid question.

Mark Crew sat down, clenched his fists, and said with grief and indignation: "Of course! But no matter how you destroy it, tear it up, chop it up, burn it, or discard it, it will return to its original state and return to...my home !"

"...I understand the general situation." Lilian suddenly stood up and pointed to the corner, "Can I open it and have a look?"

Her proposal was allowed by people because they all wanted to fix the problem.

Lilian and the young man walked towards the corner, towards the painting.

The young man volunteered to lift up the painting and forcefully removed the black cloth wrapping it.

At this moment, Lilian had a sudden thought and turned to ask, "By the way, do you know who the artist of this painting is?"

Mark Crewe was taken aback for a moment, and his face quickly darkened.

"Nemo!"

He said a name coldly: "Nemo Bellucci Bailey!"

(End of this chapter)