Wait till dawn, guest.

The candle flame flickered slightly behind the window, flashing a soothing light in the mist, like a silent invitation.

The red-haired young man looked at the wooden house, and it was obvious that he was no longer going to ignore it. The black fog was spreading around them. Rambo raised the lantern and narrowed his eyes slightly: "It seems that we have encountered a lost person who has not returned to the black fog."

Considering that there was an ancient man beside him, he briefly introduced: "In the era of the gods, souls returned to the kingdom of the gods. But after the gods died, the souls that were too polluted would be taken away by the black mist. Some of them were unable to or had not returned to the black mist due to coincidence, but still inherited the powerful abilities given by the black mist. These are the lost ones."

"The emergence of the Lost is a mystery, but the most recognized source is currently the followers of the Black Mist."

The red-haired young man was obviously a little surprised: "There are still people who believe in black mist?"

"Of course, there are quite a few of them. Some hope to gain strength from the black mist, some are afraid of death, and some think——"

"Blending into the black fog is the direction in which humanity should develop!"

At this point, an undisguised look of disgust appeared on the middle-aged man's face.

"Anyone who comes into contact with the followers of the Black Mist can be killed on the spot. Their most notorious act is inventing a method to artificially create the Lost."

“Let a hundred unarmed ordinary people fight each other under the guidance of the Black Mist. The Black Mist followers will find ways to establish a life-and-death bond between them during the battle. In the end, only two people are left. In their joy of leaving Hell, the madness buried by the Black Mist is triggered.”

"When the winner wakes up, he commits suicide with great hatred and pain towards himself. The soul born refuses to return to the black mist due to obsession, and will exist in the world as a lost person until his emotions become blurred."

"These lost ones have gone crazy a long time ago. You must be extremely careful when interacting with them. Even if they look normal, they will suddenly go crazy because of the slightest thing."

The last sentence was muffled and low, and from the middle-aged man's narration, it was not difficult to outline an extremely crazy, twisted and dark organization. Mason was horrified and could not imagine how much pain this must have been.

Obviously, what is hidden in the cabin is not hot soup and warm quilts waiting for the traveler to return home, but a demon wandering in despair and suffering. But rather than being a headless fly according to the other party's plan, he prefers to follow his own ideas.

The red-haired young man walked to the door and knocked politely. After a while, a woman's voice came from behind the closed wooden door: "Who is it?"

Oreius smiled, a beautiful smile that was sweet and lazy enough to make any woman who saw it fall in love with him.

"I am a strong, trustworthy, wealthy and responsible person who is down and out, so I am wandering around..."

"After many brutal battles, I just want a place to rest..."

"Traveler."

This speech was once again heard, attracting many people's attention. If we were to give a modern summary of the expressions on their faces, it would be "I didn't expect there are such narcissistic people in the world." Aurelius remained calm.

"It's cold outside. Can you give us a place to stay, ma'am?"

After a moment of silence, the wooden door creaked open.

A light, snow-white skeleton holding a candlestick was looking at them quietly. From the rectangular pit on the ground, it could be judged that this lost person had entered the corpse they had buried during the day and dug himself out of the ground.

A baby-like skeleton can be vaguely seen in the pit, sleeping peacefully as if on a bed. The female skeleton's jaw opens and closes: "My husband is resting, please don't disturb him. Please follow me, you can rest here before dawn."

It bowed slightly and lifted its nonexistent skirt to salute, then turned around and led everyone to the corner. Aurelius followed without hesitation. As the first person, he clearly saw the ripples on the empty corner. When they passed through the ripples, a magnificent corridor appeared in front of them.

The luxurious red velvet carpet was softer than bird feathers, and the statues of the most respected members of the family were hung on both sides. The lights made of gold and crystal were crystal clear. After the last person walked out, the passage on the wall disappeared quietly, leaving only a door inlaid with dazzling gems.

Hearing the sound, a colorful parrot flew in from the end of the corridor. Its chest was shining with rainbow light, and it landed lightly on the leader's shoulder.

She is softer than dreams, purer than love. Bones give off the scent of flesh, which makes roses pale.

Her misty eyes looked at the visitors behind her and she said softly, "Please follow me, four guests."

Ricks paused and looked around quickly, and was shocked to find that the blonde girl had disappeared without a trace. But when he saw that Rambo didn't look surprised, he felt more at ease.

The combat power of the brainworm bloodline is very low, but they have a photographic memory, amazing thinking, and a network that can connect with each other. At the same time, they can also establish a mental connection with other bloodline people. They have successfully become the most important command center of the noble army with their own strength, and have a strong control over their subordinates.

Since he is fine, then Orihi should be fine too.

They felt relaxed until the woman took them around the corner and took down a bunch of keys from the shelf in the magnificent dining room. She separated three of them and handed them to them: "Here are your room keys. They are on the second floor, one for each of you. Let me know if you need anything."

Ricks took the key with a stiff face, and saw Rambo had disappeared from his peripheral vision. It had only been two minutes since he came in, and two of the five people were already missing!

The soft carpet swallowed up all the footsteps, making the situation even more terrifying and bizarre. If he had made the decision alone, Ricks would have turned around and run away... No, he would not have followed the other party in at all.

He subconsciously looked at the real culprit - the red-haired young man still calmly took the key, and chatted and thanked the hostess very easily, which made the other party smile beautifully.

Leisurely, powerful, and in control. He exuded a calm aura that silently comforted his anxious companions. Rex was even blindly optimistic: Orelius was here anyway, and he would definitely not watch them die. In other words, if even he could be fooled, the rest of them would have no chance of survival.

This self-defeating sense of trust continued to support Ricks until he found that there were only two guest room doors on the second floor and Ronald disappeared without a trace. Ricks didn't know why he stayed until the end, but he knew that if he wanted to escape alone, no one could stop him.

Intelligence is sometimes more important than companions... If this is really a conspiracy of the Black Mist followers, why doesn't he leave immediately and send the intelligence back?

The figure beside him seemed to be unshakable even if the sky and the earth collapsed. Ricks pursed his lips, and before entering the house, the man suddenly raised his hand and patted his shoulder solemnly: "See you tomorrow."

The red-haired young man paused slightly while inserting the key. He turned his head and looked at the other party with his dark golden eyes, revealing a slight smile.

"See you tomorrow."

Aurelius opened the door and went in.

The guest rooms are filled with dazzling decorations. The wool carpet is ankle-deep, so long that people feel reluctant to step on it. The brass clock is beautifully carved, and the lily-like hand is pointing to nine o'clock. The bed is as soft as a cloud, and everything is extraordinarily gorgeous. The most eye-catching thing is a full-length mirror with a gold frame placed opposite the bed, and the silver-plated mirror surface is so shiny that you can see through it. The whole room exudes a kind of extravagant and luxurious atmosphere of the rich.

He walked around the room slowly and drew aside the purple satin curtains with intricate embroidery. It was pitch black outside the window, and the fog was so thick that no scenery could be seen. Even the light from the several lamps in the room could not pierce the darkness at all.

Oleus quietly admired the darkness in front of him, his expression calm and indifferent, as if he was appreciating a priceless masterpiece. After a moment, he lowered the curtain and touched his pocket. The long sword was not brought in, and [Aesthetics] disappeared as expected.

It seems that the owner is quite considerate.

The young man turned around with some regret, opened the closet, and chose a suitable dress from the dazzling array of clothes. The hostess also thoughtfully prepared a headband of the same style and color as the dress, pure white silk as smooth as flowing clouds, inlaid with golden cat's eye stones of the same color as the owner's eyes. The rusty hair was loosely tied up in a small braid, making him look even more lazy and unruly.

“You can rest here until dawn...”

The dirty clothes stained with wolf blood were thrown carelessly beside the wardrobe. The young man stood in front of the mirror and repeated the hostess's words in a low voice. He stared at himself in the mirror and raised the corners of his lips in a mocking manner.

“What if the sun never gets bright?”

The person in the mirror looked at him.

There was no smile on that identical face.