Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

The witcher slowly walked up the stairs. His boots stepped on the carpet and he felt a nauseating stickiness. He had no time to pay attention to this feeling. He pressed against the wall and walked up little by little until he reached the second floor.

. He still could not see the scene behind through the darkness. Everything on the second floor seemed not to exist in this space.

It's like the darkness has transported them to another world.

The witcher carefully took off the hand crossbow from his waist. He fired an arrow into the darkness, but he didn't hear any sound - there was no response. It was as if the arrow had never been shot. He didn't hear the arrow strike.

The sound was on the wall or door panel, or it was piercing into the flesh - he very much expected it to be the latter, but he was disappointed.

Geralt sighed deeply. He lowered his head and glanced at the leather armor on his body. The red light was flowing on it, and it had a life-like self-undulation in the darkness. Those exquisite and complicated patterns followed Geralt's movements.

Lights up and goes out as you breathe.

Without further hesitation, he walked into the darkness.

Just as he entered the darkness, his spine began to shiver, his hairs stood up, and fine beads of sweat appeared on the demon hunter's face. In just a few seconds, he felt his

His physical strength was rapidly draining, and he could hardly hold the sword.

The demon hunter stood at the top of the stairs and slowly backed away, but he bumped into a solid wall behind him. He turned around and saw that the place where the stairs used to be was now blocked by a wall decorated with exquisite red wallpaper. At the same time,

At the same time, the surrounding environment began to change little by little, as if to welcome him.

The exquisite chandelier that was originally smashed on the floor returned to the ceiling and lit up on its own. The candlelight was warm and swaying, illuminating the surrounding environment. What appeared in front of the witcher was a long corridor that seemed to be endless.

He saw no windows on either side. The wallpaper was the same as that wall, dark red, as thick as blood. Every few steps, there was a picture frame hanging on the wall, but there was no painting inside.

Geralt stood there and took a breath. The dizzy feeling slowly passed away, and his strength returned again. He held the sword, feeling the heavy touch, and pressed against the wall on the right, and started to move forward very slowly.

Walk.

When he took the first step, the smell in his nose was still rancid, but when he took the second step, it turned into a faint fragrance. He also heard people talking, laughing, and even singing from downstairs.

The sound of the piano came.

The aroma of food and the smell of the banquet entered his nose, as well as the taste of wine.

The demon hunter ignored him and continued to move forward. He held the sword in his right hand and always maintained a moving posture with his right foot taking one step first. Each step was not large, ensuring that he could exert force at any time.

"Why...you...come here?"

A voice sounded suddenly, hoarse and unpleasant, with undisguised hatred for the living. Just hearing her speak made Geralt a little unbearable - if I had to describe it, it was like someone taking fingernails.

Scratch around the blackboard.

Geralt turned his head. In the painting closest to him, a woman appeared. It was the woman in the painting in the middle of the stairs in the front hall. Her face was also removed, but other details were still lifelike.

.The woman whose face was removed twisted her body, her limbs twitched, and moved quickly in these empty frames in a terrifying posture.

Geralt replied in an emotionless tone: "You locked me up here."

"I don't..."

The woman moved to the frame opposite him and answered slowly.

"That's very strange," the demon hunter tensed his muscles as he spoke, "If it wasn't you who didn't let me leave, who would it be?"

"It's...Him!"

These words seemed to open something up, the woman screamed, and Geralt heard the sound of the blade cutting into flesh. At the same time, the floor in front of him began to collapse inch by inch, and the chandelier on the ceiling went out and crashed down again.

The mutilated limbs and body parts fell from the hole in the ceiling, and were combined with blood to form a woman - the woman in the portrait.

She was wearing an elegant white dress, a wide-brimmed hat on her head, her arms were white, her neck was slender, and her figure was full of the charm of a mature woman—except for that face.

She has no face, and where her face should be there is now only a sudden black hole.

Even at this point, Geralt still remained calm and asked: "Him?"

"You should at least tell me who it is instead of being so vague."

The woman stood stiffly, and Geralt could see that she was trying to say something, but this time, she failed to make a sound.

She exploded.

The body that had just been assembled was separated again. Now, this place looked bloody and terrifying, like a slaughterhouse.

But the sound of the party still came from downstairs.

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"ah!"

Lina Bordeaux woke up from a nightmare. She once again dreamed of her home, her former home. Chateau Bordeaux.

The girl sat on the edge of the bed. She gently rubbed her cheek. The moonlight outside the window shone in and hit the floor. Lina felt a chill in her heart. She thought she had escaped, but now it seems,

I'm afraid not.

In the dream just now, she returned to the Bordeaux Manor again. In the past year, she had dreamed about it more than once, but it had never been as real and believable as this time. It was as if she had really gone back. In the dream,

The manor no longer looks dilapidated, but what it once was. Beautiful and majestic, every detail is exactly the same as in her memory...

She stood at the door of the manor, the cold wind blew over her body in pajamas, making the girl shiver.

She was obviously very far away from the main building, but she heard the laughter in the banquet hall. She heard the cheerful laughter of her father, mother and her brothers and sisters, and her favorite song, "The Poet and His Flowers".

The person who sang this song performed a different style, cheerful and affectionate, and Lina was almost addicted to it. She smelled the smell of the banquet hall again, and a voice seemed to whisper in her ear: "Why don't you

Come back and have a look, Lina? This is your home, isn't it?"

No.

"We miss you...Lina."

No.

"Don't you... miss us?"

She wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

Death was gently touching her cheek. Lina Bordeaux stood in front of the manor with her mouth wide open. She saw her parents and brothers and sisters holding hands and forming a circle.

This circle is harmonious and perfect, but there is an empty space, as if to remind: You are the only one missing.

Each of them had a smile on their face, warm and kind. They turned their heads and called softly to Lina: "Come and stay with us...Lina...this place is yours."

--Home!"

She recalled the nightmare scene, lay down again, held the quilt, and closed her eyes.

She trembled and waited for dawn, but it never came.