Super Dimensional Wizard

Chapter 550 Women in Painting

However, the risk of flying upwards is not small. The unknown "magic object", a piece of black pressure, may be fanned if it is not close.

Therefore, in order to be safe, he has wrapped the gravity veins around the body when he is floating. In case of danger, you can escape immediately.

Anger is very cautious and slowly rises.

But when he arrived at the 100 meters, a strange strong wind whizzed, he had not seen the situation, and was once again fanned down.

After several rounds of continuous rotation in midair, it is hard to rely on the gravity vein to fix the body shape.

Ignoring the discomfort caused by the energy disorder in the body, Anger looked up and looked at the deep fog at the top of his head.

Just now, he saw the shadow again. But like last time, he was not even close, but he was fanned by the hurricane brought by the huge "physical body".

Is it some kind of in vitro wind defense?

Anger tried again a few times, but every time it was, the other party seemed to be blocking Angel from flying up.

No matter which direction you go, as long as you reach the 100 meters, you will be fanned down by a fan. He has fallen from the air several times, but still has not made any progress. In this case, he finally returned to the ground with helplessness.

At the same time, Sanders, who was moving fast in the thick fog, suddenly paused.

He always felt that he had forgotten to give Angel an account of what happened? What is it? Saunders's thinking worked quickly, and soon his eyes lit up, looking up at the sky covered by the fog.

He remembered, he seems to just tell Angel, this area of ​​the border area is only a thousand miles, but did not tell him, the height is only a hundred meters...

"Should it be okay? If you can't try it once, and you get a lesson from Angel, you shouldn't try it again." Sanders decided to give Angel the last section "Eating a Long and Wisdom" Outdoor class!

However, in fact, Angel is now scarred, and the energy in the soul fluctuates, just like to fall apart.

If he didn't meet the strange wooden house, he might be as if Sanders had speculated that he would only try it once.

But people are not as good as days. His luck is so good. The first building that he encountered after entering the border was the overlapping wooden houses.

Since the road to heaven cannot go, he can only return to the ground again. Angel fell into the fog with helplessness. After a long while, looking at the wooden house that appeared again in front of him, Angel only felt cold.

This wooden house, like a nightmare that lingers, stands in the depths of evil thoughts.

Anger hesitated a moment. His heart wanted to turn around and flee from here, but reason told him that if he wanted to leave from this world like a loop, he had to face this wooden house.

Take a deep breath.

Anger straightened his back and took care of the gentle wrinkled gentleman's suit, pressed the black high-top hat, and calmly moved to the wooden house. It seems that for Anger, this aristocratic gesture carved into the bone marrow is like a sacred ritual that can dispel the uneasiness in his heart.

The mean is the door, and the crisp knocking sounds. However, no one answered.

Then he pushed the door open, and the scene inside the door was the same as before. Angel didn't check it and stood directly in front of the painting.

As he thought, the perspective of oil painting went one step further. Just like someone in the painting, as I watched with Anger, step by step, I walked toward the castle that was bathed under the moon.

Turning away, Angel re-entered the fog.

This time, he does not intend to back down. He wants to see what the painting ultimately wants to explain, or what is the ending of the painting?

Angel is convinced that this painting must have an ending, and when it comes to the end, it may be when it reveals its fangs.

Enter again and again, and exit again and again.

Angel couldn't even judge whether he was in the same wooden house or a different wooden house, because the traces he left in it would disappear when he next entered the log house.

When Angel entered the log house for the twenty-ninth time, the scene in the oil painting finally came to the door of the castle.

At this time, Angel discovered that the castle was very prosperous at a distance, but it was a look of decline in the near future. The wooden door, the rivets on it have fallen off, and the corners are covered with spider webs. Even the flying flags, the curtains of the windows, etc. are also broken.

But this kind of ruin is not the kind of ruin of force majeure that has experienced war, but...

A castle that has been eroded by time and is naturally decaying.

"So, the next time you see you, should your fangs be revealed?" Angel whispered.

With all the preparations, Anger pushed the door of the wooden house for the 30th time.

There is still no change in the inside, and Angel looks at the painting with the color of confusion and alertness.

The angle of view in the oil painting is not zoomed in, but the angle changes!

The door that Anger thought would open, this time is still closed. The change in perspective is not to extend to the door, but to "he" raises his head, and the angle of view is slightly higher.

The last fangs, no longer behind the door, on the "above"?

Anger was puzzled and left the chalet again. Thirty-first, thirty-second... When Anger stood at the 34th time, he stood in front of the picture.

His pupils are plummeting.

The message that the picture wants to express, this time finally came to the fore!

The perspective in the painting, since looking up, did not look to the sky, but looked at the window on the second floor of the castle. The window had broken red curtains and danced in the wind.

The angle of view slowly approached, close to... Finally, I saw the window inside.

Inside the window is an ordinary girl's boudoir, but the angle of view is fixed here, and the fixed object is a painting on the wall of the boudoir.

Another picture appeared.

When Angel saw the angle of view fixed on the painting, he thought that there would be repeated nightmares, just like when Jon told Jon that "a temple on the mountain, a monk in the temple is telling a story, and the story is on the mountain. a temple..."

Constantly repeating the perspectives in the painting, there is no end.

But he guessed it wrong.

When he saw the painting for the thirty-fourth time, he faintly saw the contents of the painting in the painting.

It was a typical aristocratic portrait, a smiling blond girl.

"That's the clue of this painting? But, what do you want to say?" Angel died for a moment and left the cabin again.

When he stood in front of the oil painting for the thirty-fifth time, Angel found that the painting in the painting changed again, from a blonde girl to a middle-aged lady with a suspended crystal ball in her hand.

This middle-aged lady, whether it is hair color or face, is very similar to a blonde girl.

It is like the same person's youth and middle age.

The suspended crystal ball indicates the identity of the middle-aged lady, she should be a wizard... At this moment, Angel suddenly touched.

The name of the town in the fog, in reality, is called: Witch Town.

Sanders did not explain why it was called the Witch Town, but according to Angel's conjecture, perhaps there was a witch in the town. The middle-aged lady who appeared in front of this painting is a witch.

Can it be said that the woman in the painting is the source of the witch town?

But why did Sanders not mention her, not even mentioning this strange wooden house?

Anger was puzzled and stood in front of the picture for the 36th time.

This time, when Anger stood in front of the picture, the picture finally showed a place of disharmony.

The original middle-aged lady turned into a horrible skin, and the wrinkles were like the weird old woman with a dry gully. Her hair was dry and abnormal, and she could see a touch of gold.

She was draped in a ruined blue cloak, staring at the person outside the painting, Angel.

Anger was stared back by this look a few steps.

Just then, the change suddenly occurred!

The strange old witch in the painting of the painting suddenly came alive and climbed out of the painting, standing in the girl's boudoir.

Then she turned to face Angel and smiled coldly.

Her hands slowly mobilized green light, and a green space door appeared in the girl's boudoir. At the same time, there was a green space door in the painting in front of Anger.

Anger can see that behind the space door, it is the old witch!

When I was in the painting, I couldn’t see it. When the space door appeared, the atmosphere of the old witch was as deep as a sea of ​​turbulent waves. The strong pressure overwhelmed the space door and covered the Anger.

Angel can feel the strong malice.

She will kill him!

The breath that comes out of the space door is comparable to the kind of pressure that Isabella gave to Angel.

This is still the space door blocking most of the breath, it is hard to imagine how terrible it will be when she drills out of the space door!

At least that level of Sanders!

When the old witch began to move, Angel had already prepared, turned and ran out.

He is currently in a state of soul, and with the help of gravity, he can temporarily resist the horror of the old witch; but if she drills the space door, it is hard to say.

The only thing that Anger can do now is to escape.

"You... can't escape, this is... my field." The hoarse voice was introduced into Angel's ear.

Angel ignored it and continued to flee.

But when Anger turned his back to the space door and ran outside, he suddenly heard a loud "squeaky" sound.

Anger estimated that the old witch was making a fuss, so she did not look back. For example, the phantom rushed out of the wooden house and plunged into the fog.

In the wooden house, there was no movement for a long time.

The space door on the painting did not disappear, but the old witch in the girl's boudoir did not drill out, but frowned, her face was unwilling.

She sealed herself in the memory of the past for a long time, and indulged in the boundless cliffs.

I finally waited for a watchman.

Why, why has it been marked?

She saw on the back of the watchman of the scorpion... a green pattern that is growing in Yingying.

(End of this chapter)