There's definitely something wrong with this script.

Chapter 420 Why is it true
"why?"

At the moment when his name was called, his consciousness was suddenly affected and he was in a trance.

The traveling poet suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, still staring at the girl in front of him, and asked this question directly.

Xu Shuo frowned slightly: "Alex..."

"You can't really tell me nothing. If I've been kept in the dark, I can't take you away safely."

The traveling poet rarely interrupted the girl, looked at her with burning eyes and said: "Qilisi, I want to know what happened in Prague Castle. I want to know everything, even if it may be dangerous."

Now he is like a scumbag who is carefully coaxing a girl, his expression has become gentle, and he is looking at the girl in front of him sincerely and helplessly.

Facing such an offensive, the girl lowered her head a little aggrieved.

After a long while, seeing the girl still looking embarrassed, the traveling poet pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "Qi Lisi, there are only three of us left today."

The girl froze for a moment, then looked up at him puzzled.

The eyes of the traveling poet calmed down again: "The nine people who entered the castle yesterday, and now six people are missing.

"The injured male teacher, and their three students, including the hunter and the man who climbed the mountain, all disappeared in the castle.

"Do you think the three of us can continue to stay here?"

After hearing this, Xu Shuo's pupils shrank suddenly!
He suddenly realized what it was that he always felt as if he had forgotten...

The only person he had forgotten.

But he shouldn't forget.

And the only person who can control Prague Castle and confuse Qi Lisi's vision, besides herself, is another person who has been given the same power by her.

interesting……

Xu Shuo lowered his head slowly, his walnut-colored hair fell down, and a shocking scarlet flashed in his eyes covered by shadows!

He remained calm, but the emotions he revealed were strangely excited and fierce, and the depths of his dark pupils seemed to hide a terrifying and ferocious abyss!

This script is really—

"... Chiris?"

Xu Shuo's shoulders were suddenly supported by a pair of hands, and the traveling poet standing in front of him asked in a daze, "What's wrong with you?"

However, just after he finished asking, the girl who lowered her head suddenly raised her head.

That pair of dark but agile eyes had already become foggy at some point, and the teardrops fell under the refraction of the sun, very lovely and pitiful.

Traveling poet: "?!!!"

He was so frightened that he immediately let go of the girl's shoulders, his amber pupils trembled, and his paralyzed expression became flustered to the naked eye—it seemed that he was really frightened by the girl who suddenly cried!

That look was like seeing a nuclear bomb that was about to explode!

His reaction almost made Xu Shuo unable to continue acting!

Not really, really not...

Let ten girls cry around you another day!

Seeing the reaction of the traveling poet, he knew that he would not deceive people, so Xu Shuo, who was about to raise the corners of his mouth, quickly turned his back and wiped away his tears firmly.

"Yes... yes, sorry!"

At this time, the traveling poet's frightened apology came from behind him: "Yes, did I embarrass you? In fact, if those things really can't be said..."

"Alex."

The traveling poet stuttered and was interrupted in the middle of his speech.

The girl with red eyes turned her head to look at him, and said nervously, "There is a sword in Prague Castle. It can protect you or let you go, but if you want to use it, you need something else."

Hearing this, the nervous traveling poet was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly remembered the scene he saw last night!

That special sword...

He knew that it should be in the hands of archaeologists now!

When the other party came out of that staircase last night, the monitor he had attached to the corner recorded the scene - the archaeologist came out with a sword in his arms!

Thinking of this, the traveling poet's eyes flickered.

When it came to business, his gaffe quickly disappeared, and he even turned into a scumbag in seconds: "Qi Lisi, do you know what else is missing?"

Xu Shuo looked into his eyes: "A badge, a knight badge."

When the knights left Prague Castle, although they left behind their swords, they took away the Holy See's knight badge, which represented the status of a saint--in a way, it was quite picky.

At this moment, the traveling poet's heart moved, and he subconsciously touched his side pocket.

When it comes to badges and the like, he only has the rusted "angel holding sword" metal iron on his body.

But is it really that coincidental?

Looking at the girl in front of him who seemed to be sincere, the traveling poet's thoughts suddenly became a little dazed, and he began to be confused about the status quo again.

It's just that this time he didn't have a whole night to sort out his thoughts, because the girl said anxiously: "Alex, you have to get out of here quickly! I don't know when the castle will attack you, before it gets dark , you leave immediately!"

"But……"

The traveling poet looked at her and opened her mouth, and then changed her words after a slightly hesitant look: "I don't have these things, how do I leave?"

"I know where the sword is."

Xu Shuo casually placed the violin among the rose bushes, then lifted the hem of his skirt and walked out quickly. The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the empty castle.

The traveling poet followed silently, with a strange expression on his face.

"Can you tell me now, what happened in this castle?" he asked again.

"Alex, it's actually better not to know some things, but I can tell you now."

The girl who walked in front whispered without turning her head: "I told you before that the people who entered the castle never left because they were all made into dolls by my sister, and then stayed to become us. playmate.

"However, those people who have become dolls have no consciousness of their own, so how can they be considered human beings.

"Those companions of yours yesterday may have been killed unintentionally, my sister will not let anyone who walks in, she has been watching all of us.

"She can see us when we talk, when we do things, when we sleep, because she is this castle, she is one with it.

"Alex, this castle is manipulating us."

"..."

"Then what about you?" The traveling poet suddenly said, "Then what kind of existence are you here?"

The girl walking in front stopped abruptly.

The traveling poet also stopped following slowly.

The distance between the two was several feet, the golden sunlight passed through the arch and fell on the aisle, dividing the ground into several shadows, and the girl was placed in the shadow.

After half an hour.

Xu Shuo turned to look at him, and smiled lightly, "I'm Qi Lisi."

The moment the voice fell, the golden sunlight turned blood red in an instant, and countless vines flew out from the beams on the wall!

In the dazed eyes of the traveling poet, those blood vines quickly entangled the girl, and the next moment, all of them turned into flying ashes and dissipated, as if they had never appeared before.

The accident is but an instant.

By the time he realized it, there was no girl and no vines.

The surrounding walls remained unruffled.

However, the brilliant sun hadn't shined for half an hour before it was replaced by the night and the scarlet moon.

The traveling poet stood there in a daze for two seconds.

He felt that he had to think carefully about what had just happened.

"You are here!"

But at this moment, there was a sudden movement behind him.

The traveling poet immediately turned around to look, and saw the archaeologist holding a crossed epee running over panting.

She shouted anxiously: "There is no one in the castle, and the sudden darkness frightened me just now. The situation is really weird now, why don't we cooperate?"

"stop."

The traveling poet spoke blankly, and a prismatic sheet of metal appeared between his two fingers.

The archaeologist stopped stiffly.

"How did you know I was here?"

"Where is the brain, the music was so loud just now!"

"..."

The traveling poet moved his fingers expressionlessly.

The metal flake flew out at an extremely fast speed and silently. Before the archaeologist could react, the sharp instrument had already scratched the side of her face, and cut off the hair that had been cut short.

Archaeologist: "..." She clenched the hilt of the sword in her hand, but then remembered that this might be a clue to the mission, so it couldn't be detonated.

So, she wiped the spilled blood with a cold face.

"See clearly? I'm human!"

"..." The traveling poet's eyes drifted slightly, but Qi Lisi is not human, she can also bleed.

Now he is very confused and doesn't know whether to trust or not.

There seemed to be a voice echoing in my mind all the time, playing a ghostly melody, and it seemed to be a brisk tune, calling his name, but it didn't seem to be his name.

The voice seemed to be telling him to leave quickly, but it was beguiling him to stay.

It's really...he can't tell the truth from the fake.

Never knew what she wanted to do.

……

(End of this chapter)