Chapter 41: Gallery: Elle Morrison (2/2)

It’s behind me

Annan reacted quickly

Someone followed behind me quietly, tiptoed

But “his”forith difficulty on the ground His breathing was in a roaned from time to ti while

Until he touched the door, he was ecstatic

“Ah…haha…ha…”

He raised his upper body, half crying and half laughing, trying to open the door and return to the vast gallery that at least allowed him to stand up and walk

But, his smile quickly froze

Because the door was locked

The door would not budge

It could not be opened at all

He shook the handle vigorously in panic but realized that he couldn’t open the door at all

The door was locked at the other end

At this athered, and his pupils dilated

Because he suddenly realized that the shadow cast on the door was larger than the upper body, he propped up

So on top of the shadow

It was as if a person slowly raised a hammer above his head

As soon as he realized this, Annan suddenly took back the control of this body

It was luring him to look back out of reflex

But, Annan still re from Priest Louis or the old htnored the hammer that seemed to be smashed down in the next mo on his left

He saw it clearly

It was a teenage girl with blond hair and blue eyes She was sitting on the bed, wearing a white dress with lantern sleeves with lace edges on her ar her smooth knees

She had a cute sh, her bright smile did not cover the creepy part of the portrait

The left eye of the girl’s portrait was burning with a circle of fresh burn marks It ruined the overall wararette butt, then it gradually spread

Afterher eyes for more than a second, Annan suddenly entered a trance

“Don’t move, Elle”

He suddenly heard a somewhat familiar voice

It seemed to be the painter’s voice

From Annan’s mouth, there was a clear and lovely response, “Okay, Dad”

At this tiradually becahtly lowered He sat on a soft bed, at least much more delicate than the bed in Salvatore’s room

He felt that the cuffs had a lace-like touch; he roughly guessed that he

Opposite him should be the painter with a knife stabbed in his belly

The painter was about 30 years old noith brown hair, blue eyes, and soraceful, and he was in a good state of mind

Wait, brown hair and blue eyes?

Annan was silent for aeyes

“Smile, Ai Lei”

The painter raised his voice, somewhat dissatisfied

At this time

The system prompt finally appeared in front of Annan’s eyes

Only then did he finally receive the belated main mission:

[Entered the Gallery: Elle Morrison (Third floor)]

[Main ]

Immediately, packed smaller fonts appeared below this line of words:

[Complete the portrait]

[Explore the secrets of A the

Oh h, the strategy was not reliable at all

—The gallery is a place for you to choose your level! Every tih a door, you enter the next floor Looking at the portrait is the key to open the deep nightmare!

He finally kne he died in the last two lifes

Annan had allery and entered the last few floors In theory, it was the highest difficulty dungeon instance that needed [Gold Rank and below] to tackle

Priest Louis was probably the typical player who “still hasn’t figured out what the plot is after the galy dissatisfied gaze of Amos Morrison, Annan showed a sweet, professional sed him for the third time

“Okay, Dad”

Annan imitated Elle Morrison’s tone and said the same words that sent chills down his spine

It was a pity that Mr A He still felt a bit cold on his back, though