Sixth Ring Wizard

Robert hurriedly explained, fearing that Herag might cut him down with a sword on a whim.

Although he was a Great Knight, he had witnessed Wizards in action more than once.

He had no means to counter those eerie spells and could only allow Wizards to have their way.

Robert never considered counterattacking a Wizard; he only thought about how to survive if Herag made a move against him.

Herag carefully analyzed what he said, sensing that Robert wasn't lying, yet he felt there was something amiss that he couldn't quite pinpoint.

"You said you were trapped in a house, which one?" Herag questioned.

Robert glanced around, recognizing the nearby house for a moment, then said, "It's this house."

Herag turned to look; it was also a three-story building, with no lights on inside.

He stepped back a few paces, distancing himself from the house.

"Did you hear footsteps behind me?" Herag retreated a few more steps, and the footsteps followed.

Robert's expression was somewhat frightened: "I heard them, but I didn't see anything behind you."

"I think something has set its sights on me." Herag sighed, a bit helpless.

He glanced at Robert: "We'd better leave here quickly, there's something wrong with these houses."

Robert had suddenly entered after knocking on the door, and couldn't come out no matter what, and Herag guessed it would be the same result if he knocked.

What puzzled him was why Robert came out inexplicably without doing anything, just in time to encounter him passing by.

"Hmm?" Herag noticed his surroundings suddenly lit up.

The house beside them suddenly lit up, emitting a soft yellow glow from the windows.

Herag tried to look inside through the windows but could only see a field of yellow light.

Shenlan's scan showed that the entire house was empty.

Of course, Herag didn't believe there was truly nothing inside; Shenlan couldn't detect non-living entities like Evil Spirits, a conclusion he reached from past experiences.

He believed it was due to his own lack of knowledge in this area, so Shenlan didn't have effective detection methods to discover the presence of Evil Spirits.

At the same time, Herag felt that Shenlan was no longer an ordinary gene chip from a previous life.

As he became a Wizard and his strength grew stronger, Shenlan's functions gradually began to change, becoming much more powerful than a typical gene chip.

"Go!" Herag growled at Robert, then dashed out first.

The moment the lights came on in the nearby house, a sense of malice assaulted him, and he figured whatever was inside would be troublesome, so he wanted to flee immediately.

Seeing Herag's urgency, Robert also realized the seriousness of the situation and quickly followed suit.

"Hmm? Where did he go?" Robert suddenly found that Herag had disappeared after running a few steps ahead.

Robert looked around, unable to find any sign of Herag, and a chill surged through his heart.

...

After running a few steps, Herag found himself inside a house.

He surveyed the surroundings to confirm he was on the first floor.

Herag walked to the window and looked out, seeing Robert standing outside, looking around in confusion.

By observing the street scene outside, he confirmed that he was in the house that had just lit up.

Herag checked the doors and windows; the window locks could be opened, but no matter how hard he pulled, the windows wouldn't budge.

Bang!

He picked up a chair and smashed it hard against the window, but it didn't move an inch.

Herag tried hacking at it with his Longsword, but not even a scratch was left on the window.

Seeing this, he temporarily gave up trying to break the window.

Herag went to the door and found that it wasn't actually locked; the doorknob could be pressed down, but the door just wouldn't open.

No matter how much force he used, he couldn't open the door.

After trying for a while, Herag gave up, not wanting to waste his energy; it was clear there was no conventional way out.

Outside, Robert occasionally glanced inside, but he didn't seem to see Herag, though Herag could see Robert from inside.

"Looks like I'm in the same predicament Robert was in; he inexplicably came out back then. What are the hidden rules?" Herag began to ponder.

He glanced at the room's furnishings; it was just an ordinary residential home with nothing special.

Herag wandered around the rooms on the first floor; the first floor consisted of the living room and kitchen.

"What's on the second floor?" Although Shenlan's scan showed the second and third floors were empty, that didn't mean there weren't other things present.

He cast three shields on himself and began to ascend the stairs.

The entire house was pitch black, and Herag relied on Shenlan to see the interior.

Though the lights had just come on, Herag saw that there wasn't a single lamp on the first floor.

As Herag ascended the stairs, the footsteps behind him continued, the rhythm of two sets of footsteps following each other closely.

Just as he reached the second floor, he stopped in his tracks.

In the middle of the second floor was a dining table with a plate on it, containing a human arm.

Judging from the wound on the arm, it had been forcibly torn off, still dripping blood, clearly freshly torn.

"Why does this hand seem so familiar?" He looked at the arm, feeling as though he'd seen it before, it seemed familiar.

Herag approached a bit more, noting the neatly placed knife and fork beside the plate, while the chair was slightly askew.

It seemed as though someone had just been sitting there about to eat, but had suddenly left due to some matter, not even having time to put the chair back in place.

Herag didn't touch the table or the arm, and continued on to other rooms on the second floor.

Soon, he found a bedroom on the second floor with a large leg hanging by the second-floor window, blood still dripping down, creating a puddle on the floor.

In the bedroom, Herag found some items that appeared to belong to an ordinary resident's bedroom.

"A family photograph?"

On the bedside table, Herag found a family photo; it showed a family of three, a couple and a young daughter.

But strangely, the three people in the photo had no faces.

Their facial features weren't blank spaces, but absent, just a flat facial surface.

The room was very quiet, with the sound of dripping blood, drip, drip, clearly audible.

Herag looked back at the leg again; the arm had no clothing, but this leg had tattered fabric hanging on it.

"Is that... it looks like Robert's pants."

Recalling the fabric hanging from the leg, Herag noted it looked very similar in color and material to the pants Robert was wearing.

"But wasn't he outside?"