Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

Through the mirror, you can see that this is a mirror hanging on the wall of the corridor. Facing the wall of the corridor, due to the lack of light, the field of vision is extremely limited. Through the range reflected by the mirror, you can only see a part of the dark corridor and the mottled and peeling wall.

Zhou Ning looked at the scene outside the mirror and did not move in a hurry.

After observing quietly for a while, there was no movement outside and no sound was heard. Zhou Ning hesitated for a while and finally made up his mind to go out and take a look.

The Phoenix armor he was wearing had extremely strong frontal defense, far exceeding the level 60 version of the equipment. As long as he didn't encounter any big boss, he felt that he had a chance to fight.

After several tests, a button on the right arm of the Phoenix suit could fire a grappling hook gun. Once it struck a target, it would latch onto it tightly. Pressing another button would retract the grappling hook, and through the reaction force, it would automatically pull Zhou Ning out. If he couldn't win, escaping would be no problem.

A truly smart person will not do anything that he is completely unsure of.

He pressed his hand on the mirror, and suddenly mysterious ripples appeared on the mirror. Through the effect of [Damian's ordinary mirror], he passed through the mirror as if penetrating a thin film, and entered the interior of the building.

The corridor was longer than expected and had a faint musty smell, obviously not ventilated frequently.

"Do you feel anything?" Zhou Ning asked in his mind.

"I sense a suppressed evil."

Zhou Ning: ...

Sister, can you speak human language?

The corridor is covered with a thick carpet with exquisite embroidery. It can be seen that the owner of this house is not short of money.

After a brief exchange, Zhou Ning ignored Jasmine's charlatan speech, turned on the night vision device on his Phoenix armor helmet, and moved forward silently, analyzing his thoughts calmly.

This corridor runs through the entire second floor, connected to the balcony and stairs on both sides, forming a W-shaped structure. On both sides of it are bedrooms, bathrooms, study rooms, living rooms and other rooms.

After searching for a few minutes, Zhou Ning arrived at the stairs without any results.

After pondering for a moment, Zhou Ning deliberately lightened his steps and walked down carefully. Due to his amazing agility and coordination, even the wooden stairs did not make a creaking sound.

Through the night vision goggles, you can clearly see that there is a living room under the stairs. Various classical furniture are arranged quite tastefully. Near the door, there is a statue of a human body with a lion's head on each side, and the word "Lwenmensch" is written on the statue.

But what caught Zhou Ning's attention first were the various picture frames hanging on the wall.

Those were not paintings or decorations, but portraits.

Hanging portraits of ancestors in old family homes is a custom that has been practiced since the Kingdom of Fariq hundreds of years ago.

On the mystical side, there's a saying that hanging portraits in your home will allow your ancestors to bless your house.

At the same time, in a mansion not far from here.

A middle-aged man dressed like an aristocrat was sitting in an easy chair in the living room, enjoying muffins and cakes, with a charcoal-burning fireplace in front of him.

Suddenly, a portrait hanging not far away blinked, as if foreshadowing something, warning something.

The middle-aged man, who had originally had a leisurely expression, immediately became gloomy. He stood up from his chair, walked quickly to the coat rack, took down a black hooded robe, put it on, and quickly walked towards the door.

……

Just as he was walking down the stairs, Zhou Ning suddenly heard footsteps approaching from afar. He quickly shot a grappling hook toward the ceiling, quickly ascending, and landing on it. A moment later, a brown-haired man in a black robe approached, holding a candlestick. Perhaps he had heard something, and he glanced around in confusion, but he never paid attention to the top of his head.

Zhou Ning waited until the man left before calmly retracting the hook and falling to the ground silently.

Sure enough, he saw the black flame emblem on the left chest of the man in black robe. This was indeed the stronghold of the Curse Cult.

Zhou Ning followed the black-robed cultist silently, passed through a porch, and saw a crimson altar with a red statue on it.

A somewhat ferocious-looking deity, with countless tentacles growing from its shoulders and sides, each with an eye carved into it, some open, some closed, and two massive goat horns growing from its head.

Around this evil statue lay more than a dozen long-dead corpses.

There are three candles in front of the statue, arranged in an inverted triangle. In the Apocalypse, the inverted triangle is a symbol of black magic and also symbolizes corruption.

In addition, there is a Curse Cult praying member standing around the altar. Each of them has a red light connected to the statue, and it is obvious that they are using their own life force for sacrifice.

"There should be an evil god sealed underground here. I saw a similar ceremony a long time ago. They want to sacrifice their vitality to unseal this evil god." Jasmine said in Zhou Ning's mind.

"I know." Zhou Ning took a deep breath. He still had some explosives made last night in his inventory. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel the urge to blow something up.

Suddenly, Zhou Ning felt as if someone was staring at him unblinkingly. Turning his head, he saw a portrait hanging on the wall.

The painting shows a well-dressed gentleman with brown hair, ice-blue pupils, a high nose bridge, and a big beard... a typical Braxton man, painted very realistically, and it seems as if he is looking right into my eyes.

On the frame was a line of names: Norman Reeve...

Before he could finish reading it, a chill suddenly swept through the room.

The gentleman in the painting suddenly winked at him.

Zhou Ning: ???

At this moment, Zhou Ning's observation Haki suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of crisis. His heart was shocked, and he rushed towards the window not far away without thinking.

boom!boom!

All around the house, the windows were slammed shut and the curtains drawn.

Zhou Ning's pupils shrank. Not far ahead, a man in a black robe appeared in front of him at some point.

There was extreme malice in his eyes, which made Zhou Ning's heart beat faster and he felt a chill rising from the depths of his soul.

"Mind Whip!" The black-robed man pointed at Zhou Ning.

In an instant, Zhou Ning felt as if he was hit hard by a hammer. He felt dizzy, his vision began to blur, and there seemed to be some liquid flowing out of his nose uncontrollably.

-128! A shocking damage number! Half of his 270 HP instantly evaporated.

Without time to think, Zhou Ning made the most correct choice in an instant, the revolver in his hand

He jumped out and launched a fatal counterattack. While retreating, a bullet wrapped in armed color domineering flew towards the man in black robe.

[Your fatal return shot hit???, your Armament Haki weakened the opponent's defense, and you caused 239 points of true damage!]

The bullet penetrated the black-robed man's body, but the blood bar above his head moved only slightly. He bent his knees slightly and chanted, "Everything is created by human will!"

In an instant, Zhou Ning felt a strong pressure coming from the opposite side, and his body froze in place for a short time.

He couldn't help but stare in amazement: A clan-trained knight! This bastard is actually a clan-trained knight!