Mage Joan

Joan and Rebecca carefully checked the other rooms on the second floor of the big house, and found nothing abnormal.

Going back to the stairs, Joan took Rebecca to the third floor.

The space on the third floor is relatively small, with only two ventilation windows.

A coincidence of dark clouds covered the moonlight, making the third floor particularly dark.

Rebecca chanted praises to the Queen of Cause and Effect, slowly raising her left hand.

The string of Mithril holy emblem wrapped around her wrist exuded magical light, like a lantern, dispelling the darkness around.

Joan carefully examined the four rooms on the third floor by magic light, and still found no signs of lurking undead.

"There is no clue on the third floor, and only the basement is left." Joan thought, "If the ghost is not in the basement, we can only leave this big house and search elsewhere."

"The manor is so big, if every inch of the ground has to be checked, it would take less than three or four days." Rebecca followed Joan to turn downstairs and said with interest: "If there is no clue in the basement, let's go home Well, I can’t stay up all night to earn the 500 gold Duga!"

Joan also hesitated.

Unlike Rebecca, if he had to choose between staying up late to search the manor and giving up 500 gold coins, he would choose the former.

Afraid to spend a lot of time and energy in vain, and eventually the ghost did not catch, and the money was not earned.

When she was serious about things, she accidentally glimpsed a ray of moonlight beside her, felt a sigh of relief, and stopped at the stairs.

Rebecca almost hit his back on the back and asked in surprise: "Why did you stop suddenly?"

"The door opened."

Joan made his voice seem as nervous as possible.

"Before going upstairs, I clearly closed the door of the main hall on the second floor."

Rebecca looked at the hall opposite the stairwell.

The door opened a gap, and the hazy moonlight flowed through the door slit, reflecting the pale reflection on the ground near the door.

"Is the wind blowing?" Rebecca asked in a low voice.

"I have bolted the windows in the hall, and the wind won't blow in." Joan replied blankly.

"Ah?! Isn't that just one possibility... After we went upstairs, someone trailed in!" Rebecca's eyes widened in horror.

"But did you hear footsteps?"

"No……"

"I do not have either."

Joan looked at the alarm in his hand.

"The siren also did not respond, which shows that the person who tracks us is very good at sneaking, no noise, no smell, and almost no airflow when walking."

"Living people have no such skill!"

Rebecca's voice trembled slightly.

"It must be the ghost! It's abominable. No wonder we can't find it. It turned out to be hiding behind us!"

"It's too early to draw conclusions. I went into the house to check the situation. You stayed outside—"

"No!"

Before Joan finished his speech, he was violently interrupted by Rebecca.

"I don't want to be separated from you!"

"The two men split their heads in a dangerous place, and they will definitely be attacked by secretly lurking enemies!"

"It's not as good as we go forward and back together, in case there is a danger, it is better to take care of it!"

Recognizing Joan’s eccentric gaze, Rebecca's face flushed red, solemnly emphasizing that he had a sufficient basis for such a judgment, because...

"The horror stories in the novel are all written like this!"

Joan wanted to vomit her so courageously, why shouldn't she live with herself and watch some horror stories.

However, he also knows that Rebecca's courage is small, but his self-esteem is very strong, even if he is terrified in his heart, he will never admit it.

He nodded and agreed: "What you said makes sense, let's go into the house together."

Joan remotely opened the door with the "Hand of the High Master", and signaled Rebecca to detect the situation inside the house.

Rebecca raised the holy symbol, and the magic light illuminated the hall inside the door, and also projected the magic of "detecting the undead".

The empty floor raised a hazy mist.

It looked like a cloud of dust, but the cold breath that even Joan could detect.

"It's a trace of negative energy."

Rebecca looked dignified.

"Sure enough, as we guessed, an undead creature just stayed here, but unfortunately it has left this hall and I don't know where to go."

"Go in and see, maybe you can find more valuable clues."

Joan walked into the hall holding a dagger, and every nerve was tense.

He lowered the back collar of his jacket with his backhand, exposing his neck and opening his deformed eyeball.

The eyeballs were twirling, and strange eyes swept back and forth the dark space behind Joan.

Rebecca was terrified by the eyeball behind Joan's neck that glowed in the dark, and quickly ran into the hall, standing side by side with him, so as not to be glared by the scary eyeball.

The two went to the window one after another, carefully inspecting the window with magical glow, and confirmed that there was no sign of opening.

"It is said that the ghost can penetrate the wall, and if it wants to escape, there is no need to open the window at all."

Joan suspected that he was wasting his energy.

"Ghosts do not have entities, and they can penetrate barriers such as walls, doors, and windows, but since they have no entities, how can they open the door?"

Until this time, Rebecca discovered this doubt.

"The reality is that the door is opened, which means that it is either an undead with physical entities rather than ghosts in the body, or in this big house, there is at least one ghost accomplice who opens the door for it."

Rebecca's reasoning made Joan shudder.

Almost at the same time, a crunch came suddenly behind him.

With the help of the "dark vision" eyeball behind his neck, Joan didn't have to look back, he saw the half-open door closed by itself.

In the closed hall, the echo is particularly rippling.

The air seemed to be stuck, and breathing became extremely difficult.

Rebecca raised her trembling left hand to bless the holy symbol of "Lighting" to illuminate the door that closed automatically.

In this deadly silence, Jo Ann could clearly hear the pounding heartbeat of the girl beside him, and his own heartbeat was also very intense.

Under the focus of magic light, Joan and Rebecca watched a black shadow meander through the door slit.

At first, the monster looked like a piece of paper-like viper with almost no thickness. However, it constantly squeezed through the door slit, twisted and swelled, and its true face was completely displayed in front of the two people.

It looked like a reflection of a human figure, so it lay flat against the door panel.

Judging from its slim profile, it looks like a good-looking young woman.

However, what makes Joan feel absurd and even horrifying is that there is no entity corresponding to this **** reflection in the room.

There was only such a shadow, suddenly appeared on the opposite side.

Like a dark mural, quietly attached to the door, it seems to be quietly watching him and Rebecca with a pair of invisible eyes.

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