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Chapter 414 The Murderer Who Killed the Witch
When it was bustling outside, in the palace near the tower.

The archaeologist went down countless stairs with a blank face, and finally saw the end of this dark staircase. There was a door there, and a strange red light emanated from behind the door.

She took a long breath.

I am not afraid that I will not be able to walk to the end, but I am afraid that I will be trapped on this seemingly endless staircase for a lifetime.

The archaeologist opened the book in her hand. She looked solemn and stared at the pages of the book.

After a while, the archaeologist's eyes were in a trance. In her eyes, two bloody characters slowly appeared on the page.

【Answer】……

Although the "Documentary Notes" did not tell her exactly what she asked about—the degree of danger in it, it gave another choice she could not refuse.

And the frequent use of this prop also made her more and more exhausted.

Now that you've exhausted your energy to get here, don't back down.

The archaeologist closed the book, supported his heavy head, then took a deep breath and stepped forward.

She rigorously stepped through the door full of red light, and after the scene in front of her made her stunned, she immediately frowned and covered her mouth.

The extremely strong smell of blood, mixed with the rancidity and evil that went straight to the brain, lingered in the spacious and huge underground space. The archaeologist did not feel scared psychologically, but an unstoppable feeling of nausea surged physically.

In front of him was a huge circular pool, which was filled with rich scarlet color.

And around the pool, stood a dozen or so silent medieval knights in armor, all holding giant axes.

Those armors were covered with vines and roses connected to the blood pool, and the flowers bloomed wantonly everywhere on them, from the gaps in the helmets, from the shoulders, waist and abdomen of the body, and from the iron giant ax in their hands, like Use these metal armors as flower stands.

Steel, rose, blood, and metal interweave a picture of violence and poignancy.

In fact, apart from the pool of blood, there are no other images in this basement that are too visually shocking.

Hmm... In addition to being too evil.

This is a feeling that cannot be described in detail. People who are placed in it will only feel chills all over their bodies, their brains twitching in protest, and their bodies are strongly expressing disgust and fleeing.

The archaeologist walked into the basement holding his nose and looked around.

This basement covers an area of ​​at least one hectare, and its scope is estimated to include half of the castle on the ground, with a blood pool of [-] square meters in the center.

The blood pool is still bubbling...

Around, archaeologists saw ordinary antique furniture such as carved screens, square long tables, velvet brass chairs, oil lamps, and pillar frames.

The light source in the basement emanates from the pool of blood, and is also illuminated by oil lamps hung overhead.

Although the light was dim, it was enough to look at this empty place.

The archaeologist did not approach the blood pool. She glanced warily at the ten armors standing around the blood pool, and then walked cautiously towards the living area.

Judging from the furnishings, it doesn't look like people will come here often, but every place is cleaned very neatly, and it seems that people will come here often.

She walked around the living area, and then stepped forward and opened the desk drawer to have a look.

It's clean inside, nothing.

The archaeologist was stunned, and began to search every place directly, but although there was everything here, there was nothing.

There is no [Green's Codex]!
The archaeologist sat in a chair and frowned in thought.

The reason why she didn't feel like anyone was stopping here was because the things here were decorated like a model of a house.

The appearance of the model is the same as that of the real thing, but in fact the inner content is completely different from the material. The real thing will be put on and used, while the model is only for viewing.

Thinking about it differently, it is unlikely that what she is looking for will be generously placed in these places.

The archaeologist thought for a while, then turned to look at the blood pool.

The pool of blood was surrounded by more than a dozen medieval knight armors. In fact, there was a round platform in the center of the pool that was almost level with the water surface, and a crossed epee was stuck on the round platform.

This picture, like a scene from a treasure hunt adventure, is surrounded by some strange things just by looking at it.

Definitely an epic quality treasure!

However, she didn't really want to rely on it.

The medieval knight's armor that looked like dead objects decorations around her gave her an inexplicable sense of dread, especially the giant iron ax held by the other party.

So at the beginning, archaeologists did not target the pool of blood.

And now...

The archaeologist hesitated for a moment, because there was not much time for her to think of a way, so she opened the book again.

"Last time today!"

She took a deep breath, the focus of her pupils suddenly became loose, and she stared at the pages of the book in a daze.

Under her gaze, red to black fonts appeared and disappeared from the pages of the book, and she quickly wrote down these words and spelled out the information she wanted in her mind.

【The existence recognized and attached to by her can be the real murderer who killed her】

The archaeologist came back to his senses suddenly, breathing heavily, and the dizziness in his mind was accompanied by nausea.

Even her mind began to be in a trance, a strange distorted hallucination appeared in front of her eyes, and she seemed to hear strange ravings from afar.

Thinking of the blackened writing that he saw just now, the archaeologist decisively put the book away, lest he couldn't help but open it again.

Because using this item consumes one's own rational thinking.

This stuff is addictive, knowing it's mentally damaging, but the real message it gives will make you want to use it over and over again.

After all, the information obtained directly like a hack is really useful! !

It's just that the greater the impact of the information, the more mentally it will be consumed. For example, the information she just obtained directly polluted her spirit.

The archaeologist covered his mouth, his palms trembling slightly.

The excitement made her heart surge, and the brilliance in her eyes was extremely hot. She suddenly looked at the crossed epee in the center of the blood pool!

That is - something that can kill a witch!

……

……

In Qi Lisi's palace.

Standing in front of the huge mirror, Xu Shuo changed the surveillance angle and stared at the screen curiously, looking left and right, but he didn't see what the archaeologists saw just now from the book.

Because in his eyes, it is an ordinary book, and it contains the content of children's books.

As for the content of the story-the knight strays into the castle in the mountains, and falls in love with the princess who lives in the castle at first sight, and they live happily ever after.

Xu Shuo: "..."

What kind of children's book full of slots is this?

Even if he killed the traveling poet, he wouldn't believe that this was the content of that book!

Then there can only be one explanation: the book is some kind of magical prop, and what the onlookers see is an illusion presented in writing!

Speaking of magical props, when Xu Shuo had just rescued the climber, he also seized a tattered black cloak that fell on the ground.

It's called—"The Cloak of the Innocent One".

Hearing the name of this prop, you might have something to do with that cane that can only see through!
More importantly, the cloak he picked up was successfully included in the player's handbook.

Xu Shuo rubbed his chin, looking thoughtfully at the picture in the mirror—he suddenly became interested in the book in the archaeologist's hand.

……

(End of this chapter)