Mysterious as the wind, always with me.

Chapter 64 Theater Evil
There was no wind, no music, no sound of any kind, and there was an eerie silence in the backstage of the theater,

Vivian blended her body into the shadows, and quickly shuttled through the shadows in every corner of the backstage.

As a backstage, it is certainly impossible to have the gorgeous decoration and furnishings in the theater box.

But Vivian not only felt the smell of dust in the backstage corners, but also smelled the fresh paint in the props area. This diametrically opposite upside-down sense of smell made Vivian frowned.

There was nothing special there until she touched the front of the casting room, and a cluster of faint spiritual lights attracted her attention.

An excellent Punisher of the Night, definitely an expert in dealing with souls.

Even if it is a chaotic evil spirit that is polluted and deviated from the realm of order, the punisher is capable of extracting some soul fragments from the muddy and chaotic soul, and reading useful memory fragments.

Vivienne did not approach, but retreated a lot, and shot a silver arrow the size of a little finger from a distance of 40 meters.As soon as the arrow tempered with special spiritual materials touched the cluster of spiritual light, a segment of it was immediately projected like a water curtain.

"Hey, young man, your actor card is very beautiful, can you give it to me?" In the corridor directly in front of the preparation room, a handsome woman in a delicate white dress was standing there quietly, smiling, looking towards Weiwei. Open in the direction where Ann is.

Following the direction of the woman's line of sight, Vivian was surprised to see a woman in extraordinary clothes on the other side - that was a heroic and proud young man, and the point was, that happened to be a punishment from the Church of Light and Night By.

The Punisher who was originally high-spirited was just asked a question, and his eyes immediately lost their energy, and his pupils showed a kind of dullness and numbness.

The next moment, a hesitant female voice came from the man's side: "You are [Violet of Anacia]!?"

Another projection appeared beside the punisher just now, it was a blonde girl wearing a white priest's robe.

That emblem is from the Fortune Church, that's right.

The blond girl had a look of deep fear on her face, and stepped back step by step.

She tried to pull the Punisher along, but the Punisher's numb body gradually tilted as she pulled, until he fell stiffly to the ground like a wooden sculpture.

"No... help—" The priestess of Fortune Church immediately turned and fled in horror.

In an emergency, she didn't forget to sprinkle a bunch of spells or arcane props to attract the attention of other beings.

She had just run ten or so steps away, only two or three steps away from Wei Wei Anlai's backstage gate,
Another strange figure appeared, his face could not be seen clearly, but he knew it was a man by his outline, so he walked quietly to the middle of the road, holding a half-dead figure, and blocked the priestess' last retreat.

More ominous shadows surrounded him.

"Ah--" the woman screamed, her high-pitched voice echoed in this soul fragment.

Seeing this, Vivienne was so shocked that goose bumps appeared on every inch of her skin.

In the afterglow of the soul, the scene of how the priestess was swallowed by dozens of evil spirits that suddenly jumped out and turned into soul residues is being reproduced in reality.

"Give me the character card!"

"Supporting roles are also fine!"

"I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled!"

Obviously, these evil spirits wearing all kinds of equipment once had similar identities—the chosen ones of the blood moon baptism!
No one knows why they became like this, even their souls are bound in this weird place.

The sharp-eyed Vivian even caught a glimpse of the Priestess of Wealth in the afterglow of the soul. Today, she no longer has a beautiful appearance, but an evil spirit with withered skin and absorbed soul essence.

Vivienne has no intention of fighting at all. If there are one or two, she may be confidently ready to deal with the opponent.If dozens of evil spirits were at least Sequence 7 evil spirits in life, if she didn't run away, she would end up exactly like that priestess.

The only difference from the priestess is that Vivienne has more space and time to escape from these evil spirits.

Without turning her head, she turned into a black streamer, retreated to the stage just now after a few ups and downs.

Unexpectedly, those evil spirits seemed to be bound by some mysterious force, unable to leave the background.An evil spirit is only illuminated by the aftermath of the light that seems to be naturally formed on the stage, and one of his arms turns into nothingness and disappears.

Vivienne returned to the stage and was surprised to find that the two men who read the newspaper were not there.

For a moment, she almost thought she had been abandoned by the jerk newspaper reader.

She immediately caught a glimpse of a low table in the middle of the stage, with a piece of wood on it and a note that said: "If you come back and find that we are not there, we will go to the VIP room to explore. Be careful!"

Vivian was dumbfounded.

She had scolded the newspaper boy more than once from the bottom of her heart, and when things came to an end, she was surprised to find that this bastard was not unreliable in this kind of place.

It seems to be deliberately leaving traces of chasing her.

The thunder giant's storm element is not concealed at all. In the spiritual vision, a road stained with a touch of wind element is clearly visible in front of his eyes...

On the other side, Mark walked off the stage with Conrad leading the way, and walked towards the VIP room.

As soon as they entered the side door, they were dumbfounded.

This is not a corridor at all. They found themselves standing in a gorgeous and exquisite palace. Although everything around them was warm in tone, it had a strong sense of coldness.

Under the feet are marble square floor tiles that are two meters by two meters, clean as a mirror, and elegant.

Huge candlesticks are hung on the walls on both sides of the main hall, as well as on the ceiling. The huge gold candlesticks are composed of hundreds of candles, like grand champagne towers, with strange white-golden candlelight blooming on them, which can be seen from a distance. It looks resplendent and magnificent.

In the center of the main hall is a soft bright red carpet, which is as soft as velvet when stepped on.

There is an opening to the right every other section of the red carpet, and the connected stairs extend to the sky garden on the second floor.

Each small hanging garden has a different theme, probably... related to the emblems on the huge doors.

There are some emblems that Mark doesn't recognize, but at least he recognizes the twin doors of the goddess of light and night.

Even though the relationship between the two goddesses is so close, the color of their gates is typical, one gold and one black. Although there are complicated carvings and reliefs on both sides, the patterns are completely symmetrical, and the difference is only the color.

Seeing this posture, Mark should be happy.His relationship with the Church of Light and Night is broken, and no matter what, there is still a passion for it.

The bad thing is that the hall is empty.

The lower floors of private rooms used by major churches are some special low-level private rooms.

Mark didn't know who it was for, but he could only confirm from the smaller size of the private room, and his status was definitely not as good as that on the second floor.

At the door of the private room on the first floor, there are huge oil paintings hanging. The strange thing is that the edges and corners of the paintings have various patterns, birds and flowers, or battle scenes, etc., but there should be gods or portraits in the middle. is blank.

It's not blurry, it's blank!
Not only was there no one in the hall, there was also no trace of spiritual matter. The purity of the air made people frightened.

"My lord? What's the matter?" Conrad asked in a low voice.

Mark made a silent gesture, and threw the dice without hesitation.

【4】!
Mark narrowed his eyes for a moment.

It's not a desperate situation, it's better than a desperate situation.

"Back!" With a soft voice, the two walked back the same way with a fast but not flustered footstep, almost stepping on the footprints of their own coming in.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped out of the corridor, he ran into Vivienne who hurried over. This punisher didn't even hide his figure.

"you……"

"Ok?"

Each other saw the same surprise on each other's faces.

Vivienne was straightforward: "I may have encountered the chosen one who used to sit on the chair. In the form of an evil spirit."

Unexpectedly, Mark breathed a sigh of relief: "At least, your side is considered a breakthrough."

"Huh?" Vivienne's eyes widened.

Mark's right index finger poked back in the direction of the corridor: "I saw the private room reserved for the gods. It's not the tomb of the gods, it's better than the tomb of the gods. Anyway, newcomers like us are not qualified to peek."

Miss Punisher was speechless. She had to admit that compared to her side, this side was really not of the same order.Even the newspaper man was almost killed by a headbutt.

The three of them didn't know that at this moment, the outside world was frying.

(End of this chapter)