quicksilver blood

Chapter 158 Death Hotel

"Damn it... so what I hate the most is solving puzzles..."

Roland gritted his teeth, and walked into the dark hotel door with more and more whistles, screams, and loud jokes with dirty jokes full of complaints.

"Miss Herlan, have you ever seen similar witchcraft?"

Robert came to his senses at last.

Roland nodded unabashedly.

"That's right. According to my experience, there shouldn't be any danger at first, it's just a little scary—"

Before Roland could finish speaking, the annoying noise stopped abruptly the moment the last person passed through the gate of the hotel. The light of the chandelier on the ceiling in the hotel seemed to have a voice-activated sensor. When the noise disappeared, it immediately All light up.

While the candle was lit, the soft dim yellow light immediately illuminated everything in sight.

Immediately, Roland's pupils shrank instantly, the words in his mouth were choked, and his steps stopped immediately.

Under the warm dim yellow light, the hotel lobby was very conspicuously covered with blood stains.A large piece of tables and chairs in the hall fell irregularly, almost none of the wall decorations survived, and all of them were broken on the ground.

Along with the decorations, there were also a large number of wine vessels that were smashed to the ground.A lot of wine spilled on the ground has long since dried up, and the sticky marks left behind make the dust in those places appear a bit darker, while part of the wine liquid is mixed with the blood stains, and is broken into lighter jet-black marks on the ground spread out.

The hotel was not as lively as it sounded outside.

To be precise, there is no one here.There was only a corpse that had been dead for a long time and had withered away, leaning on the overturned half of the table and looking at the door. His abdomen was pierced by a table leg, but there was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

Under its body, there was a bright red trace, as if a corpse had been dragged, crookedly leading to the gate—the place where Roland was standing now.

In addition, in the hall, only countless off-white fragments can be seen scattered on the ground sparsely or densely.Some of the thinner off-white fragments can still be seen with spots of scarlet.

The strong smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of vomit seemed to be just an illusion.At this moment, a gust of wind came from nowhere and blew out from inside the hotel. The bitter smell with a hint of blood and the smell of dust hit the faces of Roland and the others.

Roland and the others were silent for quite a while.

Then Roland continued in a slightly hoarse voice: "...It's just a little scary. As you can see, it's not a big deal."

"...Sorry, Luo...Helllan, that ground, it seems...I mean," An Ruosi's voice also began to stammer, "That guy must have died a long time ago? But, this is fresh Blood..."

An Ruosi pointed to the steaming blood under the corpse with a panicked expression, his fingers trembling slightly.A gust of bloody wind happened to blow by, and his pupils dilated instantly due to the deepening fear.

"...Could it be that he opened the door for us? Hellan! You are a pastor! Please disperse—"

"Calm down, An Ruosi. As Hellland said, it's not dangerous, it's just a little scary." Robert's hand came around An Ruosi's back, and pressed his shoulder tightly, " Don't be ashamed of yourself..."

Even though Robert's tone was very calm, his face was paler than before.

Roland knew that it wasn't because of his poor psychological quality.

After all, knowing that the White Tower has incomparably accurate lie detection capabilities, faction detection capabilities, and the ability to easily check eighteen generations of ancestors, he can still become a spy who broke into the White Tower. Robert must be the most outstanding one of Titan's generation. A group of special workers.

The point is, after being modified by the alcoholic director, this witchcraft also included two unpopular witchcrafts of the curse system, "Fear Deepening" and "Sanity Burning", and at the same time, it also added the "fear" of the confusing system. Signature witchcraft joins the mix.

Not to mention An Ruosi and Robert, even Roland, who was mentally prepared, felt his heartbeat began to speed up.

At this moment, the cold wind that smelled of blood blew past, making Roland shiver.

...let's close the door first.

Thinking this way, Roland put down his staff and sword slightly, turned his head, and said to Joseph who was standing at the back: "Joseph, go and close the door."

Joseph just nodded silently, turned around and closed the door.

However, the moment the door closed, an extremely shrill scream came from outside the door, causing Roland and the others to cast their gazes over.

"Help! Let me in! Here, already—"

The screaming was getting closer, and finally the voice of a middle-aged man appeared at the door.The voice was a little fuzzy, as if the speaker's mouth was stuffed with something.

The panic of the people outside the door can be heard just by the sound.

Then, there was a knock on the door.The voice of the person outside the door disappeared without a trace with the sound of knocking on the door.

The force of the slamming door was so strong that even Roland and the others in the hotel could feel the ground shaking, the dust that had lasted for a long time on the ceiling fell down rustlingly, and the chandelier above the head was also shaking. The lights flickered on and off.

This feeling……

Roland immediately realized something was wrong.

It didn't sound like a slamming or kicking at the door, but rather like someone pulling someone's hair and throwing him against the door.

Almost at the same time, Robert also realized this problem.

He rushed forward without hesitation, grabbing the door handle and trying to open the door.

But no matter what, the door couldn't be opened.

"Tsk..."

Robert raised the ritual knife without hesitation, drew an X-shaped pattern on the palm of his left hand, and pressed his left hand against the door.

The next moment, a huge roar sounded like a cannonball.

That is a combat-type witchcraft called air blast, and some crafty knife wizards will also learn it and use it when assassinating enemies who are not afraid of piercing and cutting injuries.

The Air Explosion Technique was originally created to give combat wizards in air battles the ability to instantly disguise their forms, but if this thruster-like witchcraft is directly used to hit people, it can also play a good role.

Not to mention facing the gate of the hotel, even the gate of the city wall can have some effect.

However, Roland didn't even need to look to know that Robert would definitely fail——

as expected.A huge air wave swept across and exploded from Robert's left hand.

The hurricane was raging in the room, blowing the broken tables and chairs to the corner of the room, the gray-white gravel on the ground was also pushed away, and most of the candles in the chandelier on the ceiling were blown out.

The lights in the room suddenly dimmed a lot.

And Robert was forced to fly by his own witchcraft, hit the ceiling and fell miserably at An Ruosi's feet, whining weakly like a wounded small animal.

Roland took a rough look, and found that Robert's left wrist was twisted unnaturally, and the cross-shaped bloody opening in his palm exploded like a flower, exposing the bloody muscle tissue inside.

However, the door remained intact.Not even a scratch.

But at this moment, the door suddenly opened inward as if being knocked open by someone.

Under the action of an inexplicable force, the door was opened to the limit in an instant, and then bounced back to close again.

But at that moment, Roland's extraordinary perception was keenly aware of a person wearing a black robe similar to his own clothes standing at the door, his body was splattered with blood.

And the door of the hotel that was opened for only an instant was already stained with various liquids, like an abstract painting.

The dark red and yellowish white viscous liquid mixed together was still slowly flowing down, as well as some slightly yellowish white fragments were sticking to the door.

However, Roland did not see the middle-aged man who was supposed to be lying on the ground with his head exploded.

However, the moment Roland opened the door, he saw that the mouths of the two gargoyle statues at the door were full of bright red, and their demon-like heads turned 180 degrees, just staring at Roland——

The only good news is that because of the occlusion of the body, only Roland and Joseph, who has no sense of fear, can see this scene.The realization of the others was blocked by Roland's body, and they did not see this horrifying scene.

However, the moment the door opened and closed, something soft flew out along with the plasma from the door dripping with blood and brains, and hit Roland's face.

Roland took it off and took a look, and found that it was a deflated eyeball.

The color... the same as my own eyes.

Suddenly, Roland's pupils trembled violently.

Under the influence of witchcraft, Roland felt as if his brain had been pricked by a needle. Something exploded, and his brain went blank for an instant, and he almost cried out.

It took two breaths before Roland gradually regained his strength.

His heartbeat was so intense that it was about to explode, and he couldn't help breathing quickly. .

"interesting……"

Roland pursed his lips, showing a pleasant and soft smile.

He pressed his right hand to his chest, as if to suppress the faster and faster heartbeat.

Feeling the long-lost sense of fear pumping through his body with the contraction of his heart, Roland's smile gradually became ferocious, his silver-gray pupils trembled violently, and a faint yellow gradually emerged from the depths.

……That's great!

"The instructor is on..."

Roland murmured, and squeezed his right hand hard, crushing the shriveled eyeball into pieces.

"...Damn scum, I will leave you a whole body."

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