Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

There was no sound of wind, no music, no sound of any kind. A strange silence filled the backstage of the theater.

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

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 accumulated in the corner of the backstage, but also smelled the smell of fresh paint in the prop area. This completely opposite sense of smell made Vivian frown.

There was nothing special until she touched the front of the actor's preparation room, and a faint spiritual light attracted her attention.

An excellent night punisher is definitely an expert in dealing with souls.

Even if it is a chaotic evil spirit that is contaminated and has drifted away from the realm of order, the Punisher has the ability to extract some soul fragments from the muddy and chaotic soul and read useful memory fragments.

Vivian did not get closer, but retreated a lot, and shot a silver arrow only the size of a little finger from a distance of forty meters. As soon as the arrow quenched with special spiritual material touched the cluster of spiritual light, a fragment was illuminated like a projection on a water screen.

"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 beautiful woman wearing a white exquisite dress was standing there quietly, smiling, looking towards Weiwei Open the door in the direction of An.

Following the direction of the woman's gaze, Vivian was surprised to see an unusually dressed woman on the other side - that was a heroic and proud young man. The key is, that happened to be a punishment from the Church of Light and Night. By.

The originally high-spirited Punisher had just been asked a question, and his eyes immediately lost their vitality, and his pupils appeared dull and numb.

The next moment, a hesitant female voice came from beside the man: "Are you [Violet of Anasia]!?"

Another projection appeared next to the punisher just now, that of a blonde girl wearing a white priest's robe.

That emblem is definitely from the Church of Fortune.

The blonde girl had a look of deep fear on her face and stepped backward step by step.

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

"No...Help-" The priestess of the Church of Fortune immediately turned around and ran away in horror.

At the critical moment, she did not forget to throw out a bunch of charms or secret props to attract the attention of other beings.

She had just run about ten steps away and was only two or three steps away from Weiwei Anlai's backstage door.

Another strange figure appeared. His face could not be seen clearly, but he knew it was a man from the outline of his body. He walked quietly to the middle of the road, holding a half-dead figure, blocking the priestess's last escape route.

More ominous shadows surrounded him.

"Ahh-" the woman screamed, her high-pitched voice echoing in this soul fragment.

Seeing this, Vivian was so shocked that goosebumps appeared on every inch of her body.

In the residual light of her soul, the scene of how the priestess was devoured by dozens of evil spirits that suddenly jumped out and turned into the remains of her soul was reappearing in reality.

"Give me the character card!"

"Supporting roles are fine too!"

"I'm not willing to give in! I'm not willing to give in!"

Obviously, these evil spirits wearing various 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 strange place.

Sharp-eyed Vivian even caught a glimpse of the Priestess of Wealth in the afterglow screen of her soul. Now, she no longer has a beautiful appearance. She is just an evil spirit with shriveled skin and even her soul essence has been absorbed.

Vivian has no intention of fighting at all. If there are one or two, she may be confident and ready to deal with them. If there were dozens of evil spirits that were at least Sequence 7 when they were alive, if she didn't run away, their fate would be exactly the same as that of the priestess.

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

Without looking back, she turned into a black stream of light and retreated to the stage just now after a few ups and downs.

Unexpectedly, those evil spirits seemed to be bound by some mysterious power and could not leave the background. When an evil spirit is struck by the aftermath of the seemingly natural lights on the stage, one of his arms turns into nothingness and disappears.

Vivian returned to the stage and was surprised to find that the newspaper readers were not there.

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

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

Vivian was speechless.

She had scolded the newspaper man as a bastard from the bottom of her heart more than once. When things came to a close, she was surprised to find that this bastard was not unreliable in a place like this.

It seemed that he deliberately left traces for her to pursue him.

The thunder giant's storm element was not concealed at all. In the spiritual vision, a road stained with a touch of wind element was 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 was not a corridor at all. They found themselves standing in a huge palace that was gorgeous and exquisite. Although everything around them was warm in color, it had a strong sense of coldness.

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

Huge candlesticks are hung on the walls on both sides of the hall and on the ceiling. Huge golden candlesticks composed of hundreds of candles are like grand champagne towers, with strange white-gold candlelight blooming on them. From a distance, It looks magnificent and magnificent.

In the center of the hall is a soft bright red carpet, which is as soft as velvet when you step on it.

Every other section of the red carpet has an opening to the right, and the connecting 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.

Mark didn't recognize some of the emblems, but he at least recognized the twin gates of the goddesses of light and night.

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

Mark should have been happy seeing this posture. His relationship with the Church of Light and Night is disconnected, but he still has a passionate relationship.

The bad thing is, this hall is empty.

On the lower floor of the private rooms used by major churches are some special low-level private rooms.

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

At the door of the private room on the first floor, there are huge oil paintings hanging. What is very strange is that the edges and corners of the paintings have various patterns, such as birds and flowers, or scenes of battles, etc. Only in the middle are there supposed to be statues of gods or people. is blank.

It’s either blurry or blank!

Not only was there no one in the hall, there was no trace of spiritual essence. The air was so pure that it was scary.

"Sir? What's wrong?" Conrad asked in a low voice.

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

【4】!

Mark suddenly narrowed his eyes.

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

"Retreat!" With a soft voice, the two of them returned the same way with a quick but unhurried pace, almost following the footsteps they came in from.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he came out of the corridor, he ran into Vivian, who was rushing over. The punisher didn't even hide.

"you……"

"Um?"

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

Vivian was straightforward: "I may have met the chosen one who used to sit in the chair here. In the form of an evil spirit."

Unexpectedly, Mark looked relieved: "At least, you have a breakthrough there."

"Huh?" Vivian's eyes widened.

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

Miss Punisher was speechless. She had to admit that compared to her side, this side was really not on the same level. Even the newspaper man almost died in a head-on collision.

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