"What's wrong?" Chen Yi asked Lomea and Qinduil.
Lomea's face turned pale. She pointed to the note and whispered: "This note..."
Chen Yi walked over and scanned the words on it from top to bottom.
With a solemn look on his face, Chen Yi carefully looked at the children's song on it. The information he learned from the divinity this time was extremely vague.
I just know that... this note is very evil, and the person who wrote it is full of deep resentment.
"Lord, it's very strange up there."
Qinduil looked towards the second floor and said solemnly: "A very strange dead soul, let me go and take a look first."
"How weird would it be?" Chen Yi looked up at the top of the stairs and murmured.
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of rolling objects came from above.
Objects rolled on the moldy and furry red carpet. The sound was neither dull nor crisp. Chen Yi could hear that there were a lot of objects rolling down.
Soon, along the spiral staircase, the object rolled faster.
They quickly took a few steps back, keeping their eyes on the stairs.
A head rolled down on the red carpet that spiraled along the stairs.
There were still blood stains on his neck, and the scene in front of him was dazzling and horrifying.
Lomea screamed half-heartedly and quickly covered her mouth, her eyes widening.
Chen Yi glanced at the various heads on the stairs, including men and women, well-kept nobles and experienced commoners.
"It's very interesting, that dead soul is welcoming us." Chen Yi said to Lomea.
Luomea nodded, clenched the sacred beads in his hand, and was about to move them.
Click...
She pumped the beads a few times, but found that they were stuck.
Lomea lowered his head, and the bedside table with the note was opened at some point.
A slender swan neck poked out from the cabinet, with a lady-like head hanging on it. She bit Lomea's song beads, her eyes wide open, her expression stuck in despair.
Facing Lomea's horrified gaze, the noble lady's head revealed an exaggerated grin.
Chen Yi drew out his long sword Taboo.
The cold light flashed past, and the lady's head was separated from the swan's neck. Her white teeth were loosened and she fell to the ground helplessly.
Glancing at Lomea on the side, she was so frightened that her mouth was slightly swollen and her face was dull.
"Don't be afraid, I'll be with you." Chen Yi held her hand and comforted her softly.
The pure gold flame in Chen Yi's palm approached, and the body in Luomea's body suddenly boiled. This boiling dragged her back from fear.
After a while, Lomea trembled and said: "This is like a curse... These heads, such a strange scene, are like some kind of large-scale curse mentioned in the scriptures."
curse?
When Chen Yi heard this word, he looked again at the spiral staircase where people were falling.
He thought of what Serena had said.
The dead soul above...could it be from the same family as Venakana?
Chen Yi faced Qinduil and said, "You follow at the back, I'll walk at the front."
Qinduil naturally had no objection. She walked behind Lomea and was always vigilant.
Chen Yi raised his hand, with pure gold flames burning in his palm. Lomea followed him closely, looking at the spiral staircase in fear.
The group of people walked over the heads and walked upstairs.
At some point, there was a note on the desk on the first floor.
A faceless human skin doll sat on the note.
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Walking up the stairs, the wooden stairs smelled of decay and swayed slightly due to the weight of people.
dumb.
When I stepped in the middle, the stairs shook!
Lomea held her breath.
After a while, there was nothing unusual. Holding the song beads in his hands, Luomea breathed a sigh of relief.
"It must be too old and can't bear it." Chen Yi said.
They walked slowly to the second floor.
During this period, no heads were seen rolling down again.
Finally walking upstairs, Lomea looked at Qinduil, who was walking at the end holding a torch. He glanced behind her from time to time, but saw nothing unusual.
Stepping onto the second floor, Chen Yi scanned the floor and simply placed a table and chair with drawers at the end. There were three rooms around it, with a chandelier hanging overhead.
There was nothing worth noting. Chen Yi was planning to enter the bedroom to take a look.
dumb.
Lomea beside him held his breath and turned around.
The entire staircase was plunged into darkness, bottomless.
"I've obviously come up, why are the stairs still moving!?" Lomea lost her voice.
Her heartbeat began to speed up, and Luo Mei'a froze, not daring to move rashly for a moment. The hand holding Songzhu was soaked with sweat, and she squeezed Chen Yi's hand tighter.
Chen Yi turned around sharply.
dumb!
There was another sound. Chen Yi stared at the stairs, nervous, something was coming up.
The air seemed to freeze and everything was extremely quiet.
There was no movement for a long time. Chen Yi glanced at Qinduil, who was closest to the stairs. The latter took a deep breath and moved forward. The stairs were outlined vaguely in the dim light.
Chenduil saw nothing unusual.
Click!
Chen Yi saw the elf heaving a sigh of relief, and when he was about to signal to himself, he heard the stairs creak again.
At the same time, the sound of something opening came from behind.
Chen Yi turned around and opened a gap in the desk drawer.
After a while, Chen Yi felt Luomea's hands tremble violently, and the drawer was pushed open further and further, leaving only a clicking sound in the air.
The drawer was completely opened, and the head of a pale-skinned child slipped out.
It smiled strangely at Chen Yi.
“Hide and seek, hide and seek.
Brother, go ahead..."
The stairs creaked and shook behind me.
Chen Yi finally saw clearly, a headless man standing at the top of the stairs, holding a child's head in his hand!
"Brother hide behind."
Luomea's back was soaked with cold sweat, and Chen Yi felt her palms were cold.
Qinduil quickly retreated, drew out the curved blade, and came to Chen Yi.
Chen Yi looked around, his pupils shrank, and countless heads rolled from the left side of the corridor.
In the corridor on the right, a bedroom door collapsed, and a human embroidered skin doll crawled out and crowded over.
The little headless man holding the child's head slowly approached.
Chen Yi looked at him twice and realized that there were three necks on its shoulders.
This is like a conjoined twin.
His clothes were made of silk, with the royal family crest embroidered on his chest.
That is the crest of Venakana's family.
The child's head lying in the drawer behind him laughed arrogantly and sharply.
It was as if they were waiting for another prey that didn't know whether to live or die.
The head in the hand of the headless man sang a children's song in a clear and eerie voice.
The heads in the corridor moved their lips and made strange sounds to accompany him.
"I've got you, I've got you,
my poor sister,
She became a doll, so lonely,
Choose one, choose one,
Are you going to run away, or are you going to swing your sword? "
"No," Chen Yi pressed Qinduil's shoulder and asked her to move aside. "Where is your father, Wilfred?"
