Chapter 812 (1/2)

Krolloch and Coria ran in the front, and the sound of Coria's high heels stepping on puddles and stones almost drowned krolloch's footsteps. Is fitter always behind him as a broken queen? Who is fitter's footstep?

”We seem to be being followed.” There was no difference in his eyes. Even if he found the problem, he would not stop.

When did it start? Escaped from the hotel before? In a taxi? Or are they explorers like them after they get out of that house? Or is there any trace of the death of the diviner?

Fitter slipped and stopped. ”You go first. I'll take care of this.”

Ling Yun glanced at the back and then yelled, ”fitter, don't cause more trouble. Keep up.”

Originally intended to stay after the fight broke, fitter reluctantly turned to keep up with the pace of his companion. Colicia slowed down. ”Who do you think it's going to be?”

”Probably the people who want to follow us into the castle to find out,” Ling Yun replied, ”don't worry about them.”

The castle was in front of him, and kroloch suddenly exclaimed, ”there's a border ahead.” After a pause, he yelled, ”there's a leak. This way.” With that, he turned his steps and ran to a corner. Suddenly he leaned over and slid over. Other people followed him.

The people who came up behind watched helplessly as the people in front disappeared under their eyelids. Suddenly, they were in a hurry and were looking for the entrance outside.

The wind blows in from the crevice. I get up, close the door which is blown open by the wind, turn around and walk upstairs along the dark corridor. Anyway, I'm idle. It's better to explore in this room and see that I haven't come out of the house. Xiaojin and Duhan don't care about me. Rain water seeps in from the old windows, and small puddles are printed on the old windowsill.

When I went to the second floor, I could see a room. I pushed the door open. There was a bed and some old toys in it. It was obviously a child's room, but I don't know why. The furnishings in the room didn't look like the family had moved away, but it was like something happened. It was suddenly gone and nobody knew.

I went out of the room, turned around and entered a room next to me. This room is relatively larger, and it has been connected with the room inside. This is a study. The bookshelf collapsed and the books were scattered all over the floor. I picked up a book and bounced the dust off the surface of the book, revealing the surface of the book. It was well preserved without any damage.

Inside the bookshelf was a desk, but the collapse of the bookshelf blocked the way forward. However, it was not a ghost. I floated over directly. There was a book on the desk, half of which I had read. There was a homemade bookmark in it. Beside it were pens and ink, but the ink was dry. In the middle was a diary, locked and upright Right there, I reached for the diary and touched it on the lock with my fingertips. The diary opened and contained a lot of contents. Unfortunately, I couldn't understand it, so I simply put it away.

There is a photo album in the corner of the desk. I reached for it and looked at it. On the photo album are the handsome father, beautiful mother and lovely daughter of a family of three. Daughter looks like a doll, very lovely. But I feel like I've known each other before. Mother seems to be a Chinese, between the eyebrows and eyes are the dignified and elegant Oriental women.

Further inside, it seems to be another storage room, but there is nothing in it, just a beautiful red cheongsam and a box. Open the box, there is a wooden Pipa lying quietly inside. Curious, I reached out and plucked the strings of the lute, and suddenly a sound trembled in the quiet environment.

”What's the matter? Why did you leave? ”