Yang Zheng stroked the magic mirror and felt a shock in his mind again. The mysterious feeling appeared again. The fog flowed in his eyes, but it was no longer an irregular flow.

He closed his eyes and walked forward with the feeling that the magic mirror brought him.

This is an indescribable feeling. It is dark, but also implicitly inevitable, as if an invisible hand is leading him towards his goal.

He walked right. I don't know when he opened his eyes and a white light was like a gate of space at the same time, and the light was flowing. It shone with the magic mirror in his arms. He walked towards the light until he penetrated it. The scene in front of him was a picture that Yang Zhengjue could not imagine.

A long-standing castle stood before him.

The dark sky, fog, rock collapse, spider webs, everything looks so old and gloomy. In Yang Zhengdi's eyes, this place is like a medieval castle.

He was so excited that he was thrown into a bucket of cold water.

Where did he go?

Why is the fog at the bottom of the sea connected to such a gray world? At this time, the magic mirror in his arms had dimmed. And the time and space gate that he had just penetrated disappeared out of thin air.

Yang Zheng calmed down and began to walk towards the castle. At least it was better than bumping into the fog. Just think of a strange adventure. The road was dry and there was a sense of indescribable smell. The castle seemed to be near, but when Yang Zheng walked around, he found that the road was farther than he thought.

The gray sky was pressed low, as if you could touch it with your hand.

Yang Zheng's mood suddenly became unspeakable. The hidden guidance of the magic mirror made him decide that he seemed to be controlled by an invisible big hand. The desolate and dilapidated scene in front of him made people feel even more depressed.

After eliminating those annoying thoughts, he finally came to the gate of the castle.

The castle was much larger than he thought.

Its city walls are invisible and nestle on the ground like a giant dragon.

The majestic city gate is more than thirty meters long and wide, with mottled black walls and the gate is made of rust-covered fences.

Desolation and silence are the only feeling this castle gives people.

Through the fence, he could easily see the scene of the yard being decayed. There were no flowers, plants and trees. There were wild grasses, and they fell in the wild grasses in a row on the wreckage of Duanheng. Those huge stones, after countless years of baptism, looked like weathered bones.

There was no sound in the castle, and the strange silence made Yang Zheng's heart beat abnormally.

Fortunately, he was extremely brave, but after a little worried, he tried to push the door, and it didn't move at all. The rusty iron door seemed to grow on the ground.

Is anyone?

Is there anyone... Is there anyone... Is there anyone...

Continuous echoes.

The buzzing trembling echoed in this deadly space, and no one responded. In fact, this was within Yang Zheng's expectations. It would be strange if someone in this kind of ghost place was.

He pulled out his dagger and prepared to cut off the iron gate.

Bang

The iron gate made a sound. In Yang Zheng's vigilant and surprised eyes, the huge iron gate slowly contracted inward, and the door was actually opening it on its own.

The rust door made a harsh friction sound when it opened, which made the atmosphere of this horror movie, Yang Zheng couldn't help but look like a medieval ghost castle.

There are also legends that the vampire and dark bats who feed on the flesh and blood of living people and can survive forever. All of this makes Yang Zheng unable to help but feel a little dark and fearful.

After all, humans and ghosts have different paths, and some terrible affairs make people feel even more scared because of the power of religion.

Yang Zheng stared blankly at the castle gate open in front of him, but hesitated whether to go in.

This emotion lasted for two or three seconds, and Yang Zheng laughed at himself.

He didn't expect that he would be afraid of those illusory things. After experiencing so many bloody storms, he thought he was about to become a robot.

Thinking of this, Yang Zheng rubbed his nose and hummed twice.

Whether it is a vampire or something else, let yourself see it.

Pure curiosity broke out, and Yang Zheng stepped into the gate of the castle. As soon as he entered the gate, he felt his body was soaked in his body. He felt that it was so cold that it penetrated his whole body. He walked along the gravel road extending inward along the gate, without any creatures. There was not even a mouse.

The dry weeds crawled on the ground, and many of the huge stones were broken pieces of the statue.

After walking about a hundred meters, a huge fountain appeared in front of me. Of course, the water in the pool had already dried up, and there was a head in the center of the pool.

Don't be nervous.

It is the stone sculpture's head, which should be the huge portrait sculpture site originally in the middle of the pool.

Now the statue has become a pool of gravel, only the stone head is well preserved and falls on the top of the pile of gravels. It is a very majestic man. Even if it is just a stone statue, and after years of storms, he can still see a sense of momentum from his vicissitudes of face.

The temperament of the emperor. The elegant and domineering momentum.

Yang Zheng stayed in front of the dry fountain for a moment, walked around the pool and walked inward, and walked about fifty meters more, and he had arrived in front of the main body of the castle.

This ancient and huge castle can only experience its magnificent momentum by standing in front of it.

His mossy-covered surface does not make people feel ruined at all. Instead, it is like a giant who has experienced the precipitation of history, full of vicissitudes. It makes people wonder what kind of glorious history it once had. The black and gray city walls, towering towers, and the castle are even more mysterious against the cloudy and earth, making people feel awe-inspiring. Standing between the two city walls, it seems that you have heard the heroic fighting in the ancient siege defense.

Yang Zheng used to be an archaeologist. He had an almost fanatical obsession with this ancient ruin.

At that moment, he even forgot the purpose of his trip and stared blankly at the castle in front of him.

He was almost certain that none of the ancient castles he had seen in Europe had the grand momentum of the ancient castle in front of him.

He stood quietly for a moment.

Yang Zheng came back to his senses from his reverie. Now his fear has disappeared. He even couldn't wait to enter this mysterious castle to take a look.

Stepping onto the huge stone steps at the entrance of the ancient castle, he seemed to hear the echo of the long river of history.

Step by step, we walked up to the highest level of the stone steps, with huge iron doors standing in front of us, and towering stone pillars on both sides.

As if I knew someone was coming, the big iron gate began to slowly open to both sides, and the empty sound echoed in the castle.

Yang Zheng walked in without hesitation.

He didn't know what was waiting for him, but he knew that he would regret missing such a mysterious experience.

There is a lot of space in the castle. After Yang Zheng entered, he found that it was just the outer layer of the castle. The narrow streets were covered with castles, churches, central vacant land, and housing were all available. The main street was lined with various shops and restaurants, but all of this has now become historical sites.

Yang Zheng did not browse carefully. He knew that something must be summoning him in the castle, otherwise the door would not have opened. Regardless of whether the other party had malicious intentions, he had to face it, because this was the key to his escape from the fog, and he was still worried about the Miracle outside.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Yang Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

At this moment, he was already standing in the depths of the castle, with the long stone steps around, I don’t know how many journeys he had walked. If he hadn’t had his sense of direction, he might have been lost now.

This ancient castle is a small city, with vicissitudes of life and mysterious atmosphere forming all this. Then, Yang Zheng walked up a feldstone step, and what appeared in front of him was a corridor extending to the darkness at both ends. The surrounding walls were carved with rich and exquisite murals. Although they were full of traces of time, the glory of the past could still be seen.

The corridor is very dark, it is already inside the castle.

The giant lighting pots along the way had long been extinguished in the distant era. Yang Zheng stood in this corridor, not knowing where to go.

Another gust of wind came, mixed with a chuckle.

Yang Zheng only felt that his hair was about to stand upside down.

He was not a timid person, but in this quiet castle, he suddenly heard a faint chuckle, and he could not feel fear.

Almost subconsciously, he turned around and saw the scenery around him.

In the darkness, everything is as usual.

Where is there anyone?

Yang Zheng doubted whether he had an illusion because the surroundings were too quiet.

If it weren't for a firm-minded person, just standing in such a huge dark castle would be enough to scare that man crazy.

Yang Zheng subconsciously licked his lips. He took a step, and his steps were clearly heard in the corridor.

The wind that was blowing through the hall from somewhere caused all the cold sweat that had just emerged from Yang Zheng to evaporate. It made him feel soaked in the cold. Yang Zheng walked towards the direction of the wind, and the road ahead became darker and darker, and only his steps were constantly echoing in the corridor.

The long corridor seems like it is endless.

The armored man along the way held a giant sword, with gray cracks and spider silks covering the corners of the space corridor.

It is as dark as it is shuttled through a space-time tunnel.

Suddenly, a ray of light appeared in front of me.

Then there was a laugh in the dark, a faint sound like a wind chime.

Yang Zheng's heart tightened.

He looked up and saw that at some point a door appeared in front of him. The magic mirror in his arms was trembling violently, as if he was about to jump out of his arms.

Laughing faintly came from there. He gritted his teeth and suddenly accelerated to run forward, getting closer and closer to the door. This was a typical palace gate, carved by mahogany, wrapped in oily animal skins, golden door handles, and the complex patterns on the door.

Almost all his strength, he pushed open the door.

"boom"
Chapter completed!