Chapter 551 The Woman in the Painting

However, the risk of flying upwards is not small. The unknown "monster" is so dark that it may be blown away before it gets close.

Therefore, for safety reasons, he has wrapped his whole body with gravity veins when he floats up. Once there is danger, he can escape immediately.

Angel floated up slowly and cautiously.

But just when he reached a hundred meters, a strange strong wind whistled, and he was blown down again before he could see the situation clearly.

He spun several times in the air, and finally relied on the gravity veins to fix his body.

Ignoring the discomfort caused by the energy disorder in his body, Angel raised his head and looked at the deep fog above his head.

Just now, he saw the black shadow again. But just like last time, he was blown down by the hurricane brought by the huge "flesh" before he even got close.

Could it be some kind of wind defense technique outside the body?

Angel tried several more times, but every time it was the same, the opponent seemed to be blocking Angel from flying up.

No matter which direction he went, as long as he reached a hundred meters, he would be blown down by a hurricane. He had fallen from the air several times, but there was still no progress. In such a stalemate, he finally returned to the ground helplessly.

At the same time, Sanders, who was moving quickly in the thick fog, suddenly paused.

He always felt that he seemed to have forgotten to tell Angel something? What was it? Sanders's mind was working quickly, and soon his eyes lit up, and he looked up at the sky covered by fog.

He remembered that he seemed to have only told Angel that this nightmare area was only a thousand miles in range, but he didn't tell him that the height was only a hundred meters...

"It should be okay, right? It didn't work if he tried it once. After Angel got the lesson, he shouldn't try it again." Sanders said firmly, just as an outdoor course for Angel to "learn from his mistakes"!

However, the fact is that Angel is now scarred, and the energy in his soul is shaking, as if it is about to fall apart.

If he hadn't encountered the strange wooden house, he might have really tried it only once, as Sanders speculated.

But man proposes, God disposes. His luck was too good. The first building he encountered after entering the nightmare world was this stacked wooden house.

Since he couldn't walk the road to the sky, he could only return to the ground again. Angel walked into the fog helplessly. After a while, looking at the wooden house that appeared in front of him again, Angel felt cold all over.

This wooden house, like an unforgettable nightmare, stood in the depths of evil thoughts.

Angel hesitated for a moment. He wanted to turn around and escape from here, but reason told him that if he wanted to leave this world that seemed to be a loop, he had to face this wooden house.

Take a deep breath.

Angel straightened his back, straightened his slightly wrinkled gentleman's suit, pressed down his black high hat, and walked calmly towards the wooden house. It seems that for Angel, this aristocratic attitude engraved in his bones is like a sacred ritual that can dispel the uneasiness in his heart.

He knocked on the door with his fingers, and a crisp knock sounded. However, no one answered.

Then he pushed the door open, and the scene inside the door was the same as before. Ingres did not check and stood directly in front of the oil painting.

As he thought, the perspective of the oil painting went a step further. It was as if there was someone in the painting, following Ingres's watch, step by step, walking towards the castle bathed in the full moon.

Turning away, Ingres walked into the fog again.

This time, he did not intend to retreat again. He wanted to see what the painting wanted to explain in the end, or what would be the ending of the painting?

Ingres was convinced that the painting must have an ending, and when it ended, it might be the time when it showed its fangs.

Entering again and again, and exiting again and again.

Ingres could not even judge whether he entered the same wooden house or a different wooden house, because the traces he left inside would disappear when he entered the wooden house next time.

When Ingres entered the wooden house for the 29th time, the scene in the oil painting finally came to the door of the castle.

At this time, Angell discovered that the castle looked very prosperous from a distance, but it looked dilapidated from a close distance. The rivets on the wooden door had fallen off, and the corners were covered with spider webs. Even the flying flags, the curtains on the windows, etc. were in tatters.

But this kind of dilapidation was not the kind of dilapidation caused by the force majeure of war, but...

A castle that was eroded by the power of time and naturally decayed.

"So, when I see you next time, your fangs should be exposed?" Angell whispered.

After making all preparations, Angell pushed open the door of the wooden house for the thirtieth time.

There was still no change inside, and Angel looked at the oil painting with confusion and vigilance.

The perspective in the oil painting did not zoom in again, but changed in angle!

The door that Angell thought would be opened was still closed this time. The change in perspective did not extend to the door, but "he" raised his head and the perspective became slightly higher.

The last fang is no longer behind the door, but "above"?

Ingres was full of doubts and left the cabin again. The thirty-first time, the thirty-second time... When Ingres stood in front of the painting for the thirty-fourth time.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

The message that the painting wanted to express finally appeared this time!

The perspective in the painting, since looking up, did not look at the sky, but looked at the window on the second floor of the castle. There was a tattered red curtain on that window, fluttering in the wind.

The perspective slowly approached, approached... Finally, I saw inside the window.

Inside the window was an ordinary girl's boudoir, but the perspective was fixed here, and the fixed object was a painting on the wall of this boudoir.

Another painting appeared.

When Ingres saw that the perspective was fixed on this painting, he thought that he would have a repeated nightmare again, just like what Jon told when he was a child: "There is a temple on the mountain, and there is a monk in the temple telling a story. The story he told is about a temple on the mountain..."

The perspective in the painting was repeated endlessly.

But he guessed wrong.

When he saw this painting for the thirty-fourth time, he vaguely saw the content of the painting in the painting.

It was a typical aristocratic portrait, with a blonde girl with a smile like a flower in the painting.

"Is this the clue of this painting? But what does it want to express?" Ingres pondered for a moment and left the wooden house again.

When he stood in front of the oil painting for the thirty-fifth time, Ingres found that the painting in the painting changed again, from a blonde girl to a middle-aged lady holding a suspended crystal ball in her hand.

This middle-aged lady, both in hair color and face, is very similar to the blonde girl.

It's like the same person's youth and middle age.

The suspended crystal ball indicates the identity of the middle-aged lady. She should be a wizard... Thinking of this, Angell was suddenly touched.

This town shrouded in fog is called Witch Town in reality.

Sanders did not explain why it was called Witch Town, but according to Angell's guess, perhaps there were witches in this town. And the middle-aged lady in the painting is a witch.

Could it be that the woman in the painting is the source of Witch Town?

But why didn't Sanders mention her, or even this weird wooden house?

Angell stood in front of the picture for the 36th time with doubts.

This time, when Angell stood in front of the picture, the picture finally showed discord.

The original middle-aged noblewoman turned into a weird old woman with loose and scary skin and wrinkles like withered gullies. Her hair was abnormally dry, and a hint of gold could be seen.

She wore a wrinkled navy blue cloak and stared at the person outside the painting, Ingres, with a horrible look in her eyes.

Ingres took a few steps back because of this look.

At this moment, something strange happened!

The weird old witch in the painting in the painting suddenly came to life, crawled out of the painting in the painting, and stood in the girl's boudoir.

Then, she turned sideways and smiled coldly at Ingres.

She slowly mobilized the green light in her hand, and a green space door appeared in the girl's boudoir. At the same time, a green space door also appeared in the painting in front of Ingres.

Ingres could see that the old witch was standing behind the space door!

It was not visible in the painting, but when the space gate suddenly appeared, the aura of the old witch was mysterious, like a sea with surging waves of terror, and the strong pressure came out of the space gate and covered Angel.

Angel could feel the strong malice.

She would kill him!

The aura coming out of the space gate alone was comparable to the pressure that Isabella had given Angel!

This was because the space gate blocked most of the aura. It was hard to imagine how terrifying it would be when she came out of the space gate!

At least at the level of Sanders!

When the old witch began to move, Angel was already prepared and turned around and ran out.

He was currently in a soul state, and with the help of the gravity veins, he could temporarily resist the terrifying pressure of the old witch; but if she got out of the space gate, it would be hard to say.

The only thing Angel could do now was to escape.

"You... can't escape, this is... my domain." A hoarse and unpleasant voice came into Angel's ears.

Angel ignored it and continued to flee.

But just as Angel ran out with his back to the space door, he suddenly heard a surprised "Huh".

Angel guessed that the old witch was playing tricks, so he didn't even look back. He rushed out of the wooden house like a phantom and plunged into the fog.

But there was no movement in the wooden house for a long time.

The space door in the painting did not disappear, but the old witch in the girl's boudoir did not come out. Instead, she frowned and showed unwillingness on her face.

She sealed herself in the memory of the past for an unknown period of time, sinking forever in the boundless cliffs.

Finally waited for a Nightmare Watcher.

But why, it has been marked?

She saw on the back of the Nightmare Watcher... a piece of green lines that were growing.