Horror Game: Crazy criticizes a beauty who has no martial ethics

Chapter 147 The legacy in the castle (20)

The beautiful bride in a scarlet wedding dress sat upright on the high altar, her slender and sharp red nails hanging quietly on her knees. Her eyes were dull and she lowered her head slightly. The portraits next to her were still placed as before. There was nothing. Strange.

Xia Lingge loosened one end of the rope, took the candle from Sicheng, and the two of them walked around the altar and began to study it.The complicated Latin words were carved in a sloppy way, and each layer looked like there was no thought at all.

"What are you looking at?"

Shen Yu's hands were tied and he could only stand quietly and watch them work.

Neither Xia Lingge nor Si Cheng answered him. Xia Lingge turned around and looked at the portrait paintings hanging on the wall. If the paintings in them were all the ancestors of Kloster, would there be any hidden clues?

As she thought, she reached out and took off the paintings.

"Hey, what are you doing?!"

Sicheng suddenly shouted.

Xia Lingge turned around and saw Shen Yu climbing up slowly on the edge of the altar, while Sicheng frowned and said, "This ghost bride is not easy to mess with. Come back quickly."

"I'm just curious."

Chen Yu climbed up to the steps lower than the ghost bride and looked up at the gorgeous woman in red gauze. His eyes slowly slid down from her face to her belly, "It's bulging, it's possible." …”

"Shen Yu, don't mess around."

Seeing that Shen Yu was about to extend his fingertips to the bride's abdomen, Xia Lingge stopped her, but it was too late. Shen Yu was only an inch closer to the ghost bride, and the bride who was sitting high suddenly raised her head and showed him no trace of her innocence. She had black eyes, and her sharp nails pierced his throat directly. Shen Yu subconsciously stepped back to avoid her, and actually fell off the altar.

"I owe it."

Xia Lingge couldn't help but complain.

Chen Yu rubbed his dazed head and raised his eyes to look at the ghost bride. The sleeping bride had been awakened, revealing a ferocious face like a trapped animal in a cage.

"Kloster...family...death..."

He sprang toward them.

Xia Lingge and Si Cheng ran away, understanding each other without even exchanging glances.

"Hey! No, you..."

The fallen Shen Yu used his elbows, arms and knees to prop up his body, but before he could take two steps, he was thrown directly to the ground by the ghost bride behind him.

"kill……"

The strong cold air made him shiver unconsciously. He raised his head with difficulty and saw Xia Lingge and Sicheng hiding behind the corner of the stairs and looking at him.

"You two, despicable..."

"kill……"

The ghost bride grabbed his throat, raised her other hand high and stabbed his chest with sharp nails.

Sicheng lowered his eyelashes, while Xia Lingge stuck out his head.

'call--'

A cold black wind suddenly swept over and hit the ghost bride. She screamed and fell to the altar built behind.

Xia Lingge opened her eyes slightly. Those black winds were gradually formed by the intertwining of black silk threads, and the source of the silk threads was the portrait paintings hanging on the wall.The black lines that smeared the human face seemed to be alive, constantly squirming in a messy manner.

"Don't... hurt him!"

The dull sound was like an evil spirit from hell. The ghost bride suddenly screamed like crazy when she heard the sound. The shrill voice sounded like hatred and fear. She kept waving her hands to tear the black threads that entangled her, but the more she tore, the more entangled she became. Hers became tighter.

Not long after, a huge black cicada pupa appeared in front of them.The ghost bride seemed to be restrained, and the black lines seemed to be motionless.

"stopped?"

Chen Yu stood up slowly, looked at the black cicada in front of him and poked it with his fingertips: "It's not moving anymore."

"I don't have a long memory."

Chen Yu was startled and turned around to see Xia Lingge standing next to him with his arms folded.

"Heh." He mocked, "I thought you would keep your head shrinking and not come out."

Xia Lingge looked at the black cicada: "Compared to Master Shen's head-shrinking skill just now, it's nothing." She stared carefully at the intertwined black silk, and then looked at the portraits with blurred faces, "Why do they Will I save you?"

Shen Yu took off the peaked cap he was wearing: "Of course I am a jade tree facing the wind, and I am full of charm. Unlike some people, I will not save you even if I die."

Xia Lingge ignored his beauty and glanced at the underground altar again. When they provoked the Ghost Bride for the first time, the statues did not move at all and allowed the Ghost Bride to torture them.

This is the second time that the Ghost Bride was provoked, but the portrait stopped her. Why?
She thought of the hatred of the Ghost Bride, the doting attitude of Prince Kloster and Mrs. Kloster towards Shen Yu, and even more, she thought of the unknown fourth daughter of the Kloster family before she died from Shen Yu.

Her eyes slowly turned to Shen Yu.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Shen Yu took a step back with caution.

Xia Lingge smiled: "It's nothing, I just want to... do an experiment."

The dagger held in his right hand suddenly turned an arc and stabbed into the black cicada, and the black cicada emitted fine white smoke as if it was burned by flames. The ghost bride inside the prison roared suddenly, and countless black cicadas erupted. Sections of silk fell off, and the hem of the skirt, which was as red as blood, flew up.

Xia Lingge took advantage of this and pushed Shen Yu in front of the ghost bride. Before he could even say a curse word, the strange bride jumped in front of him, and Shen Yu's eyes widened.

'call--! '

Those broken black threads swept up again and entangled the hand that was grabbing Shen Yu.

"Sister."

Si Cheng stood beside Xia Lingge and watched this scene: "What... is going on?"

Xia Lingge said nothing and still watched quietly.

Those black threads imprisoned the Ghost Bride, but the Ghost Bride's sharp scream shattered those black threads, and when she gathered her anger and rushed toward Shen Yu again, a sharp thorn suddenly penetrated her abdomen.

The sharp black thorns seemed to carry some kind of determination.The ghost bride's body trembled, Wu Bairen's black pupils slightly expanded with some unwillingness.Her body fell, and the bluish-white flesh instantly dissipated, leaving only a frame of white bones.

Xia Lingge walked over and gently turned her over, and sure enough he saw a small skeleton curled up in her abdomen.

"Senior, look at the portrait."

Sicheng's voice suddenly sounded.

Xia Lingge turned to look at the portraits, and saw that the blurred faces of the people had become even blurrier, but the black smeared on them had turned into white.

All the portraits are crooked and twisted, as if their last vitality has been burned out.

The entire underground altar became quiet.

Xia Lingge's eyes turned to Shen Yu, and Shen Yu turned around and glanced at her with a slight tut: "Don't look at me, I won't play with you anymore."

But Xia Lingge reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "Whether you want to play or not is up to you."

With a gloomy look on his face, he stopped and turned to Xia Lingge, his voice full of sticky chill: "Let me tell you, do you take yourself too seriously?"

(End of this chapter)