I am level zero and start my journey to another world from Dragon Girl Village

The scene changed and Wright was lying on his bed taking a nap.

One of the gemstones on the ring on her hand was constantly flashing.

At this time, his hand was placed under the quilt and no one could notice it.

At this moment, Wright was having a magical and terrifying dream.

In his dream, he came to a forest and Wright was walking on a narrow path in the forest.

This forest was extremely terrifying. Every few steps he could see broken limbs on the roadside, rotten human heads hanging on the trees, and even human heads hanging on the branches. A gust of cold wind blew through the trees, causing them to sway back and forth, and the corpses that had fallen on the trees also swayed back and forth.

Although I knew it was a dream, the eerie feeling and the stench of the decayed corpse were still so real.

Wright was not afraid at all. After all, he had seen the situation in the moat of the City of Chaos.

Compared to here, it's nothing, not to mention this is a dream.

This definitely couldn't be done by Aibo, and Wright didn't think that Aibo would have such a heavy dream, so it had to be someone else.

You will definitely find the answer if you follow this narrow path.

Wright didn't know how long he had walked, but he finally walked out of the forest and came to a gloomy castle manor.

From a distance, this manor castle looks like the filming location for a horror movie, not to mention there is a skeleton with its hands, feet and head nailed to its head on the manor gate.

The skull was in a big letter shape, and the lower part of the pelvis was smashed into pieces by an unknown blunt object.

Wright looked around and walked into the manor.

The manor was much cleaner. There were no unidentified corpses, just a bunch of unkempt and overgrown weeds.

The ivy covered the shade of the castle and formed a wall.

It was not until he got closer that Wright discovered that the walls of the castle were covered with curse patterns painted in blood, so dense that they covered the limit of Wright's vision.

There must be something extraordinary in this castle.

Even the daring Wright only subconsciously summoned the Secret Book of God.

The Secret Book of God appeared in his hand. Just as Light was about to communicate with Dinos, the door of the castle suddenly opened. A terrifying suction force sucked Light in, and the Secret Book of God fell outside the door.

Wright was sucked into the castle, but it was pitch black inside and Wright could not see anything.

At this moment, the wall lamps of the castle lit up one after another, making the originally dark interior a little brighter.

He also saw clearly where he was. Wright was in the center of the hall. The pattern in each corner of the hexagram was different.

And each corner faces a room.

Following the direction of the corner, only one of the six rooms was open.

That corner represents the wind.

That was the only door that was open, and Wright had no other choice.

Walk towards the only open door.

As soon as Wright stepped halfway into the door, an extremely terrifying gust of wind passed through Wright's body.

At that moment, Wright lost consciousness and control of his body, and his vision began to spin. When it finally calmed down, Wright looked at his headless body with wide eyes, and then lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, he was still in the hexagram formation and had not woken up from the nightmare.

This time, Wright did not go in again. Instead, he set his sights on other rooms. However, there was no chance of opening the other rooms, so the only chance was still that open door.

Although he knew the ending, Wright still wanted to give it a try and end this absurd dream as soon as possible.

This time, three quarters of Wright's body went in, and that three quarters of his body remained there, and Wright lost consciousness again.

I opened my eyes again and returned to the hexagram.

At this moment, Wright knew very well that the open door was the key to breaking the deadlock.

If this is a dead end, then the way I die should be the same every time, but the first and second ways of death are different, which means that everything is controlled by something.

Wright entered the open door again and again.

Behead, cut in half, quartered, tortured.

Many people have experienced death. It is not painful at all because the wind is too fast.

Even if he was tortured to death, Wright would not feel any pain.

With each death Light dies, he moves one step closer to that room.

Wright has no idea how many times he has died.

But this time the wind never blew, and Wright moved forward mechanically.

It was not until his leg was tripped by something and he fell on the bed that Wright regained consciousness.

Wright could feel himself lying on something soft, and he instinctively rubbed it tentatively.

The facial contour is that of an almond face with a slightly pointed chin, a small but straight nose, small lips, big eyes with thick eyelashes, and eyebrows above. The eyebrows are difficult to touch but Wright still felt them out. They are rare double swallow eyebrows. The skin on her face is very smooth and there is no obstruction to the touch. I don't know if it is white or not, but it is very delicate and smooth.

The neck is not too long and the chest is slightly raised.

When Wright touched this, he stopped his hand.

It was confirmed that he was lying on a woman.

Wright suddenly remembered something and used his fingers to check her breath.

Finding that she was not breathing, he gently touched her neck, but still no breathing.

There was no doubt that he was lying on a corpse, which should be lying on the bed.

As Wright turned over, he fell off the bed.

In the dark, Wright stood up with the help of the bed.

"Stop playing tricks on me and come out to meet me. There's no point in wasting time like this."

As soon as Wright finished speaking, the lights in the house came on.

Make yourself at home in a mid-century style bedroom.

On the soft big bed, there lay a beautiful but lifeless girl in a green dress.

Even in death, her complexion remained rosy, without losing the slightest bit of color.

On the far right of the bed, a person who looked exactly like the woman on the bed was sitting in a chair drinking coffee.

And that exact similarity only includes the face and figure.

The outfit was completely different, it was a dark Lolita Gothic style, with a green leg ring tied on the right leg and a blue decorative hat hanging on the head.

The woman looked at Wright with some contempt.

"My body is not bad, right?"

Wright did not refute anything.

"It's really not..."

Before Wright had finished speaking, the woman's white and tender palm pinched Wright's neck, and with her height of less than 1.7 meters, she lifted Wright into the air.

The woman gnashed her teeth. "Filthy human, you deserve to die."

Chapter 254: Strange Contract, Burying the Witch

As he said this, he broke Wright's neck.

And the next second, Wright walked into the house again.

Looking at the corpse that had not yet disappeared in the dream, he asked:

"Aren't you a human?"

The woman's scarlet eyes widened and her tone gradually became distorted.

"Don't compare me to you."

Before he could finish his words, Wright was cut into pieces by the wind.

Wright entered the room again.

"So you hate humans, but you don't hate yourself. And you are also a human. Don't you think there are some loopholes in your logic?"

After Wright finished speaking, his eyes were blown blind, his tongue was blown off, and his legs were blown lame.

Wright crawled to the woman by feel and wrote in blood on the ground: "What are you afraid of?"

Wright even wrote the question mark.

Another gust of wind blew away Wright's body, and the next second Wright appeared again.

This time he did not provoke the woman, but walked towards the body on the bed.

"Do you still need this body?"

This time the problem was not acute, but rather a bit overwhelming.

"What do you want to do, horny over my dead body?"

Wright couldn't help but laugh.

The look he gave the woman was somewhat stern.

"I haven't reached the point you mentioned. I just want to bury the body in the ground. That's where she should be."

"She is me, and I am her. How could I not know that my destiny is to be buried in the earth."

Wright shook his head. "From what you said before, I know you hate humans, and she is still a human even after her death. You may be her, but you are definitely not the complete her, because all I see in your eyes is hatred."

The woman was silent.

Wright picked up the woman's body.

The woman stirred up another gust of wind, but this time Wright had no effect on the wind.

The woman's pretty face was full of shock.

"Why, are you helping this human?"

The woman knew her attack was ineffective, so she stopped.

He watched helplessly as Wright carried his body and left the room.

The woman then walked out of the room.

Wright returned to the hexagram. He had not seen a way out since he was pulled in. The next second, two rows of candles appeared on the ground. The candles were lit one after another, guiding the way for Wright.

Wright left the castle, shook his head at the weed-covered yard, and slowly walked to the back of the castle holding the corpse.

The backyard of the castle was an empty cemetery with six empty coffins placed in it.

Wright turned around and temporarily handed the body to the woman, who took it subconsciously.

Wright opened the lid and took the body back from the woman, placing it properly in the coffin.

Wright turned to look at the woman. "Give me a shovel, please."

"I don't look like I have a shovel."

"You have the final say here. If there is nothing to change, change one."

She found this human being increasingly unrecognizable, but she still handed the shovel to Wright.

Wright was seen digging with a shovel. After an unknown period of time, he finally found a place where the coffin could be placed.

After the ceremony, the coffin was buried.

There were some half-finished tombstones piled on the fence of the cemetery. Wright moved one and erected a tombstone for it.

Looking at the empty tombstone, Wright realized that something was missing and turned to look at the silent woman.

"Hey, pretty girl, what's your name?"

This woman is full of rebellion. "Why should I tell you?"

Wright pointed at the tombstone. "Since it's buried, it should have a name. A code name will do."

The woman was a little dazed, and said slowly: "Fischer Julie."

Wright nodded and praised, "Both the name and the person sound very nice."