"The entire castle covers a large area, mainly divided into two areas: inside and outside. The outer area is where we are now, and deeper, the owner of the castle..."

Henrik said as he patted his chest.

"That's where I live."

Then he briefly retelled the changes that happened to him to Roger, and Roger also told his experience just now.

"Are the two castles? And the decoration style and structure inside are exactly the same?"

Henrik was a little surprised.

"It shouldn't be that simple."

Roger thought, "You just said that you found a middle-aged man who was eating voraciously in the hall?"

"At the same time, there is one of the five young men and women we met in front of the castle gate?"

Henrik nodded.

"That's a woman."

"Let's go and check it out in the hall."

Walking down the stairs, Henrik looked at a room with lights at the end of the corridor.

"What's wrong?"

Luo Jie asked out loud.

"Nothing, I just found something special in the room."

Henrik's face was not very good-looking.

"What did you see? It actually made you show such an expression." Roger asked strangely.

"A human skin, a human skin that was completely stripped off from the body, filled with stuffing, and even wearing clothes, standing by the window in a pretty manner."

Roger shrugged.

"What's there to be a fuss about this."

"But what if that skin was taken off from myself?"

Henrik sneered.

"Although this body is not mine, I can see a human skin that is exactly the same as the body I use, being stripped down and hung on a shelf. How could that feeling be pleasant?"

Roger thought of the scene at that time and nodded in agreement.

"Wait a minute."

He suddenly thought of something, "Did there be only one peeled human skin in the room you saw?"

“No desk or brush?”

Henrik grinned his teeth, "Brush?"

"No."

"Is it a different form of expression?" Roger thought for a while but did not go to check it out immediately, but quietly followed the stairs to the first floor lobby.

The wooden door in the hall was opened, and snowflakes outside the door blew into the room. Under the bright moonlight, a figure was struggling to hang a large box on a horse.

But when he was about to leave, he stopped by a silence, looked in a direction in the castle, and then ran a few steps and rushed up.

At this time, Roger had already seen the other party's face clearly.

It looks exactly the same as the middle-aged man he saw before, and even his clothes are exactly the same.

And the dark horse tied to a dead tree.

Roger could almost guess the next move of the middle-aged man, but he didn't know whether the rose garden here was full of gorgeous roses or strange plants with strange heads like they had just now.

"The stories in this manuscript seem to have traces of artificial changes..."

Roger was saying this, but he heard a heavy breathing sound coming from beside him.

Henrik, who was standing next to him, was not sure what was stimulating at this time. His body was slightly raised, and his hair was standing on his body. Then he growled and rushed out on all sides like a crazy beast!

"Henrik, what are you doing?"

Roger shouted, but Henrik seemed to be unable to hear it at all. His huge body hit the window next to him like a mountain.

Crackling!

With the sound of debris and glass splashing everywhere, Henrik had already landed in the rose garden outside. When Roger followed, he happened to see Henrik pressing the middle-aged man to the ground, with his sharp claws resting on his shoulders.

The bright red blood flowed down his shoulders.

A strange voice came out of Henrik's throat, "Take my rose and you will repay it with your life!"

The rose in the middle-aged man's hand suddenly turned into a wisp of blue smoke, and then a rose-shaped mark was left on the back of his hand.

"Repay with your own or someone else's life!"

"The contract has engraved your soul, bring these treasures and get out!"

"I'll just wait for you for three days. If you can't return as promised in three days, then this rose will take root on the back of your hands and suck your flesh and blood and stuff your internal organs!"

As he said that, Henrik exerted a lot of force to lift up the middle-aged man lying on the ground and threw it into the distance.

"Remember, you only have three days!"

Without caring about the pain on his body, the middle-aged man rolled and crawled onto the ground and fled in panic.

At this time, the tyranny that enveloped Henrik gradually faded, and his eyes gradually returned to clearness.

"Damn it, what happened? I couldn't control my body just now!"

He turned to look at Roger, and a trace of worry flashed across Roger's face.

Part of their souls was extracted and poured into their strange bodies. They seemed to be able to move at will, but in the dark, there was an invisible hand that secretly controlled everything.

"Where is that woman?"

Henrik asked.

Roger looked down and glanced at it, and a woman's purple-green face appeared in a corner under the dining table.

There was a circle of bruises on the neck and the clothes on the body were messy.

"Die, killed by that guy just now."

"What?!" Henrik roared, almost unable to control his emotions. He took a few deep breaths, "What's going on? It seems that since you came here, my emotions have become increasingly unstable."

Roger's eyes lit up. Combined with his previous experience and changes in Henrik, he vaguely understood something.

"This is not an ordinary fairy tale world."

"The holders of the manuscript can change the direction of the story to a certain extent, and what we experience is a story in a story."

"No, maybe it's a parallel story."

He looked at Henrik, "If I guessed correctly, Gewei might not be here, but I just don't know how many parts this fairy tale world has been divided into."

"It is precisely because of this that every divided world is not enough to accommodate all our souls, and we are pulled into it and become half a puppet."

In fact, when it reaches this point, the original storyline of this world is no longer important. Roger always feels that the atmosphere here has its own special meaning, but the information he has now cannot be completely inferred.

At this moment, Roger felt that the entire castle seemed to tremble, and Henrik quickly came to his senses.

"It was like this before you appeared..."

"It's Gewei, she must have been here!"

Roger quickly followed the stairs to the top. As soon as he rushed up the stairs, he saw a red door appear on the wall at the end of the corridor. Then the wooden door opened and a beautiful blonde girl stepped out.

The girl has fair skin and is wearing a white skirt. She looks pure and lovely, but her hands and front of her clothes are stained with large pieces of blood, dyeing the white long skirt red.

"Gewei?" Roger asked tentatively.

The girl looked at the long sword in Roger's hand.

"Roger?"
Chapter completed!