The days of learning black magic in another world

Riemann was dragged by little Polo with almost dead fish eyes and a head full of hashtags and mixed into the main force.

If this is really a game, he can immediately get rid of this idiot's hand, and then directly go out through the window to find the quest item [Immortal Flame Grass] - whoever walks through the door is a serious person!

But unfortunately, this is not the game world.

He glanced sideways, Little Polo's hand holding his arm was getting tighter and tighter, which almost made him feel a little pain. Looking at his face again, it was as pale as his overstretched hand.

The cold air on Riemann's face became even worse - he was so scared to death, why did he insist on following up, and dragged him up.

Moreover, there are a total of more than a dozen people here, and if more than a dozen people squeeze into a basement, there will be a scary atmosphere of wool!

"It's here."

Redmond stopped at the stairs leading to the basement, with a look of mystery on his face.

"The last time I came here, I just took a quick look. After entering the basement, there is a portrait of the previous Earl Arrelia. I guess if I continue to go in, there should be portraits of other ancestors of Arrelia. I hope everyone can be as quiet as possible and don't disturb The ancient heroic spirits sleeping here, give them enough respect."

Riemann nodded slightly. He was not hopeless. He knew that to scare people, he had to create an atmosphere. A group of teenage bear children rushed in, not to mention it was just a bit of a spooky and legendary basement. , even if it is a real haunted house, the horror atmosphere is completely gone.

The stone staircase entrance to the basement is very narrow, and the dozen or so teenagers lined up almost consciously, with one or two people walking down in each row, and they did, as Redmond said, politely stop all the way. For a while, the only thing that echoed in Riemann's ears was the crisp sound of leather shoes stepping on the stone slab.

Because of Little Polo's obvious fear (although he himself felt that he hid it well), he grabbed his arm, and Riemann, who was not interested in joining the fun, walked with him at the end of the line.

When he realized that the people in front were no longer moving forward slowly, but had become a human wall in front of him, Riemann raised his head and saw Redmond standing at the front holding a candlestick.

The candlelight swayed in Redmond's hand, and a part of it hit the full-length portrait behind Redmond. The former Baron Erreira was blond, blue-eyed, and handsome, but because Redmond was still a half-year-old, he held his head above him. The candlestick in his hand is only on the chest of the person in the painting. Only the lower half of Baron Urella's handsome face in the painting is bright, and the most important eyes on one face are still in half-light. Man froze, feeling that the handsome baron in the painting was looking at him. He closed his eyes, and those overly agile eyes became dull again, but the lower half of his face illuminated by the candlelight seemed to twist with the candlelight. The movements twisted together, and the delicate facial lines bent into irregular curves, which made the supposedly handsome face look a little weird.

Riemann frowned, the surrounding temperature was a bit too low, is this temperature in the basement?He looked around vigilantly, but they came in a hurry, only the leader Redmond and Bartley in the team brought candlesticks, and the light was only enough to see a small area around them.

The candle light didn't reach very far, but it was enough to illuminate the group of boys and girls. Under the light of the flickering candles, the boys and girls who were relaxed and curious just now completely quieted down and looked at the portrait in silence. The silence spread, and it was obvious that Redmond hadn't spoken for a while, and no one urged him.

Standing in front of this group of people, Redmond naturally saw it more clearly than Riemann. He hooked the corner of his mouth and provoked a deliberate smile: "Let's move on, please."

This basement is more like a long corridor. Redmond made an inviting gesture. Bartley in the team moved forward knowingly. , and could only bite the bullet and keep up. After everyone stepped onto this narrow aisle, Redmond followed slowly.

In this long corridor, there are still long tables made of black wood on both sides, which seem to be invisible in the dark. Above the long table are wall-mounted candlesticks and portraits.

After seeing the portrait of the previous Baron Erreira at the entrance, the noble boys naturally thought that the following portraits should be the previous ancestors of the Errera family. After Bartley and Redmond separated, the already dim candlelight returned It was dark for a while, and the people in the team buried their heads forward. They only took a quick glance at the portraits on both sides, but they couldn't see the faces clearly. After all, the people of Erreira's family looked like that.

Until someone suddenly said with difficulty: "Why do I feel that the portraits seem to be the same person..."

The line paused strangely for a moment, and everyone looked up in unison. They had passed through nearly ten portraits, but the two most recent ones still showed the handsome face of the former Baron Erreira, only with a different background and pose.

"Haha, it seems that the former Baron Urella must have been very proud of his appearance."

The person who said this was probably trying to ease the atmosphere, but his voice and dry smile were full of stagnation, which greatly reduced the effect.

Not to mention that after Bartley raised some candlesticks, the former Baron Urella on the portrait seemed to have noticed the sudden gaze of this group of people, and also cast his gaze on them. Everyone in the row felt that the former Baron was looking at him. After a few seconds of staring at each other, the eyes on the portrait looked straight ahead again, but even these few seconds were enough to make one's hair stand on end.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

A shrill scream sounded suddenly, startling everyone. Qi Qi looked back, and the man who suddenly yelled, Riemann, was familiar. He was one of Redmond's followers, and he was standing on Riemann's left. On the side, his sudden cry made Riemann subconsciously cover his left ear.

Redmond, who was shooting people, was also taken aback, and almost blurted out "Why are you?!" He had aimed at Riemann and wanted to scare him, but the atmosphere was finally in place, but the one who shouted was this A piece of trash with more than enough trouble.

Although Redmond wondered how he misunderstood him and Riemann, there was no slight similarity between the two tall, short, fat and thin, but the dissatisfaction caused by the unsuccessful plan quickly overwhelmed this confusion, and he frowned : "What's the matter with scaring you? I really don't need to be scared. It's just a corridor. It depends on what you are afraid of."

The servant who had been slapped for no reason dared not speak out. Hearing the laughter around him, he swallowed back what he wanted to say depressedly.

With such an interruption, the atmosphere in the team became much more relaxed, although Bartley's expression turned even worse.

"Yeah, it's just a corridor, nothing scary except it's a little dark."

"No, look at your fuss, it's really embarrassing to the family."

"What's wrong with the portraits of the old Baron Erreira all along the corridor, are you not allowed to be narcissistic?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"..."

Under the twittering of the crowd, the terrifying atmosphere was diluted a bit, and when they continued to move forward, they were in the mood to chat a few words or admire the portraits on both sides.

However, the relaxed atmosphere did not last long.

"How long have we been walking?"

"do not know……"

"Why haven't we reached the end of the corridor..."

"do not know……"

"Hey, I said, why don't we go back..."

Even Redmond, whose original intention was to scare people, was flustered by the invisible corridor. Hearing someone's proposal, although he didn't directly agree with it, he didn't try to refute it either.

"Step 741." Riemann said suddenly.

"what?"

"From the first portrait to here, I have walked 741 steps, and one step is controlled at about 0.4 meters, that is to say, we have walked about 300 meters."

The surrounding air suddenly became quiet.

A question lingers above everyone's heads - will anyone's basement build a 300-meter corridor?

Redmond, who was at odds with Riemann the most, had a pale face. He didn't care to quarrel with him. He turned back resolutely and started to walk back.

The aristocratic young masters and ladies in fancy clothes also gave up their elegant slow walk, and all focused on speeding up—what a hell place!

After an unknown amount of time, the candle in Redmond's hand melted again, and a gasping voice sounded, "Isn't it here yet?"

In the darkness, Riemann tilted his head in confusion: "1074 steps."

The buddy beside him looked at him with a pale face: "What, what do you mean?"

In fact, he doesn't really need Riemann's explanation. Riemann's meaning is already very clear. He has walked 1074 steps on the way back. Even if there is an error, he shouldn't even be able to see the shadow of an exit like now. arrive……

This buddy looked up to the right with a pale face: "This portrait...the one of the old Earl Urela in riding clothes, I seem to have seen it several times..."

The buddy next to him trembled and said: "A baron spends about one-fifth of his life on the horse farm. It is normal for there to be more than a dozen people in riding clothes in the portrait..."

"But, but, is the background the same? There are three mountains, and it's all autumn..."

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

A scream completely broke the balance that everyone was trying to maintain. It was unknown who would take the lead first, but when everyone reacted, everyone screamed and rushed forward in a mess.

Riemann quickly snatched the candlestick in the hands of Bartley, who had become the end of the line - hell, the candles couldn't stand their toss.

Facts proved that he was right. The result of Redmond running away was that the candle in his hand dangled a dozen times, and finally failed to survive——

Went out.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

Redmond's mournful shout came from the front.

Riemann: "Calm down!! The underground is empty! We have another way out!"