(10,000 words to pursue)

Author: Panda's Big Wooden House

(10,000 words to pursue)

An illusory figure slowly condensed and appeared with her back to the witch hunter. She was wearing Alice's long black dress when she died and covered her face with a black veil. This was a mourning dress.

She looked at the painting of Alice and Ougeld, and both of them had a warm smile.

She is the demon spirit incarnated by Alice.

She was covered with black veil, her hands were folded on her lower abdomen, and she stood gracefully and dignifiedly; Lanen couldn't see her current expression, but felt that the other person's body gave him a sense of fragility and fragility, which seemed to dissipate at any time.

After a long time, the demon spirit seemed to have been recalled by the painting. She stretched out her fingertips and gently touched the painting board. Then a bright white spot appeared on the canvas and gradually spread out until the painting turned into another shape.

Lann looked closely and saw that the content on the painting had changed from a portrait of the couple to their home, Everick Manor.

It is not the place where ghostly auras are so terrifying and cloudy at this moment, like a black magic manor; it is a noble mansion with bright sunshine and flowers blooming.

Just looking at this painting, everyone seemed to hear the chirping of insects and birds in midsummer, full of vitality.

It was not until the manor was covered again that everyone's consciousness was blown back. As soon as he looked up, he saw the demon spirit transformed into Alice and lightly put his palm on the painting, and his whole person turned into green ashes, and gradually absorbed by the painting.

The witch hunters looked at each other.

The cat and the dog were indifferent when Alice came out, and they only condensed their bodies in front of the drawing board at this time, explaining:

"This is the world in painting and the world of dreams. The independent space condensed by Alice's works, she sleeps in it. If you want to find Alice's home, you have to find her here."

Lane nodded, signaled to the witch hunter behind him, and first imitated Alice's soul to press his hand on the drawing board, and then there was a feeling of dizziness.

After landing and retching, Lann felt like she had passed through the portal for the first time.

He looked back and saw the five witch hunters who suddenly appeared all reacting the same way as him.

Lann suddenly realized that this was a problem. The witch hunter was too sensitive to the dizziness of the portal due to his keen senses, which was the same as the motion sickness of the previous life. But what if one day he was caught by the enemy, what if he was caught by the enemy? Is it possible to remove this weakness through desensitization training?

In front of me is the Everick Manor similar to the one in the painting. Looking at the neat and vibrant look, it was obviously before Ogilde left. Lane looked up and could see a blue-green halo in the sky that looked like an aurora surround the sky, reminding everyone that this world is actually illusory.

The witch hunters behind him recovered from dizziness. Resor tried to grab a handful of soil on the ground, and was surprised: "I have never heard of such an illusory world that can independently create such an illusory world, but only use a painting as a carrier..."

"I thought it was already the limit for a person to turn into a demon spirit by resentment after his death. I didn't expect that he could create a world... Could this Mrs. Alice be a master of black magic like his husband?"

Lann shook his head and sighed: "The magic in this world is always so wonderful. Some warlocks spend hundreds of years studying but may not be able to resist a magic-blocking dagger, while some ordinary people can create the wonders in front of them with their pure and powerful emotions."

Before Kaiyan's brain recovered from the dizziness, he suddenly felt the five senses of the breath of the black cat and the black dog.

This pair of demons possessed by small animals actually followed in.

"You seem to have a strong sense of perception, and now it is the time to use them. This world consists of vague, withered memories, all things that the hostess is trying hard to forget but cannot escape. You need to find these nightmares of the past and destroy them in order to awaken the hostess."

Kaiyan smiled and said, "This script is a bit like a fairy tale again, but shouldn't this situation be a scene where the prince awakens the princess?"

"If we really want to calculate that," Lane said, "Actually we are going to ask the princess to help kill the prince."

Resor had no expression on his face: "I don't think Ogilde is a prince, he is not as good as a gang."

After the cat and dog finished talking, they dissipated into the air and disappeared.

Everyone looked at the world again and found that there were many insects with yellow highlights flying in the air, and black fog continued to slowly gush out from the ground; they looked into the distance, but found that the houses not far away were blurred, and only the scenery in front of them gave them a slight sense of physicality.

In front of me is a garden that looks like a maze. It doesn’t seem to be overwhelming the guests. Almost all manors will have such a supporting package.

And in the pavilion of this garden, there are two figures standing still like sculptures inside.

It was a couple. The husband sat on the bench with a sad look, staring at his empty hands with his eyes tightly, as if there was something that would free himself from his distress; his wife's face was filled with a happy smile, and she painted her and her lover's home to the drawing board, wanting to record all this.

Since Lane entered this world, the vibration of the badge on his neck had never stopped. He easily distinguished the nature of the two "people" in front of him - magical creations.

Kogrim swung his sword and tried to slash at Ogilde's figure, and the silver sword passed through nothingness without any obstacle.

"It's the phantom of Alice and Ougeilde. There seems to be no clue here. Should we look for clues everywhere?"

The black cat and the black dog suddenly appeared again and explained to everyone: "It is not a phantom, this is the reflection of the memory of the male and female hostess, and it is also the beginning of the mistress's nightmare. This reflection is not complete. Only by carefully repairing this memory can we continue to penetrate the mistress's nightmare and finally see her."

Lane concluded: "That is to say, before repairing this reflection, we can't see the next memory, we can only come one by one, right? It's like a decryption game?"

The cat and the dog replied, "Yes."

Everyone looked around and could now understand why the house not far away was blurred, but the garden and pavilion under their feet were physical.

Kogrim sighed: "I thought we were in the painting, but it turned out that we were actually in a woman's dream."

Kaiyan nodded and praised: "What you said is a bit like poetry."

Finding clues is what the witch hunters are best at. They are all natural detectives. Six witch hunters senses are opened together and searched together in this pavilion that can accommodate more than ten people. Soon everyone discovered the abnormality.

"The hostess is painting the manor." Oaks approached, "It's the one we came in, exactly the same."

Seret fell into deep thought: "There are discs on the ground, the palette and a book. Shouldn't these things be thrown on the ground?"

Lann glanced at the empty table and Ogilder stared at the eyes of his hands: "Repairing memories is to return these things to their original place, right? Alice ignored the location of these details because she fell into a deep sleep, and we need to correct them."

Seret spread the book open and placed it in Ougeld's hand, allowing him to look directly at the text as he explored; then placed the palette on the table, so that Alice, who was painting, could be touched by turning around.

Before he could think about where to put the disc, the reflection of the memories that were originally like a sculpture suddenly appeared in front of him, and his illusory body gradually solidified.

The witch hunter threw the disc aside: "This doesn't seem to matter."

Lann took a step back and watched the reflection of the memories in front of him begin to reappear the beginning of Alice's nightmare.

…………

The breeze blows, and the fragrance of flowers wafts.

Ogilde sat on the chair, without saying a word, staring at the book in his hand in a daze. But he hadn't turned the pages for a long time, and his thoughts had long been floating where they had been.

Alice turned her back to him, not conscious of her husband's distress. Or she thought it was just a temporary unsatisfactory life, and she would soon see her husband's smile again.

"Let's keep a dog? Or cats, dogs together." Alice suddenly suggested, "When it rains, dogs can help me warm my feet, and cats can play yarn balls by the stove. What do you think?"

Alice smiled while applying bright colors on the canvas with her pen, her tone full of longing for the scene she described. With her words, clear birds cries around her from time to time responding to the gentle response.

But she waited for a long time but didn't hear her husband's reply. She turned her head and saw him staring at the book.

Alice complained dissatisfiedly: "Are you listening to me?"

Only then did Ogilde wake up as if he was dreaming: "Sorry, my dear. I'm so fascinated by reading books."

Alice pursed her lips and suddenly felt a little sad: "Is that book so good?"

Ogilde didn't raise his head: "Sorry, you're right. This is actually a very bad book... Let's go back?"

"Why? How good the weather is today? Birds are singing and bees are buzzing... like poetry and picturesque. You seem to have something to worry about recently. Such an environment can make you feel better."

But Ogilde avoided his wife's expectant look in confusion and said, "I feel a little uncomfortable, so I'll go back first. If you like today's weather, just stay alone for a while."

After saying that, he left staggeringly without waiting for his wife's response.

Alice seemed to want to keep the other person, but she still hesitated when she looked at the tired back, her eyes full of loss and worry.

…………

Memories end.

Lan En looked up as if he felt something, and saw that the manor with clear sky suddenly became darker, and the clouds in the sky covered the sun.

Another cold wind blew, rustling the treetops, and just listening to it made people feel cold.

"Buzz--"

I saw a garden path extending out of the pavilion suddenly become solid from illusion. It was obviously the place where Alice's next memory was.

As the path solidified, large clusters of dense yellow highlights surged out of the bushes. They were like spots splashed by novice painters with paint, but they made a sound like bees.

"Buzz--"

"Birds are singing, bees are buzzing..." Lane raised his left hand, "but today is not a good weather."

[Igne French and Indian]!

The conical flames surging away everything in front of you, igniting the bees densely almost like yellow barriers.

This number of bees is enough to bury the entire pavilion without being airtight. Lane doesn't want to try to get close to them.

"Walk!"

Lane took the lead, keeping her left hand forward, moving forward all the way. There were swarms of bees on the garden path, and Lane kept spraying fire, opening a path of flame for everyone.

"Are you okay?" After going back and forth for a long time, Resor suddenly said, "You have used [Igni] more than a dozen times, right?"

Lann glanced at his system bar—[Mana: 3033/3400]

"It was a very early time. I'm a griffin, do you remember?"

Lane drove away the bees in front of her without changing her face, and soon arrived at a fountain.

When everyone stepped into this place, it seemed that there was an invisible barrier that isolated the bees from the outside. Obviously, Alice's memories did not want the bees to appear here - or there would be something new in the future.

There were still Ougeld and Alice in front of me, but it seemed a little earlier than the timeline in the garden pavilion before.

The couple looked younger at this time, and even smiles that could be described as "happiness" could be seen on Ougeld's face.

"It seems that this is the second memory." Lane looked at the two of them, "What do you think they are doing this memory?"
To be continued...