Chapter 549 Witch Town <TOC> Chapter 551 The Woman in the Painting
Translator: SumTLMan
In this eerie place, a solitary cabin with its light on?
Could there be “people” inside? Or could it be that Sanders was inside?
Angel felt that something was off.
In the Nightmare Plane, he naturally wouldn’t dare to take unnecessary risks. Who knew if there were any traps or powerful monsters inside the cabin? Even if this cabin didn’t belong to the few “dangerous buildings” mentioned by Sanders, considering that he encountered an “accident” in midair right after entering the Nightmare Plane, it showed that the information Sanders provided might not be accurate.
Things in the Nightmare Plane couldn’t be deduced by common sense.
So, no one could guarantee that this cabin was safe.
But Angel still went over. He wouldn’t risk his life to enter the cabin, but at least he wanted to look through the window to see the situation inside. What if the person who lit the light was really Sanders?
Angel floated towards the cabin.
He landed silently in front of the cabin’s window. As soon as he settled down, Angel twisted his back. When he was blown to the ground by the whirlwind earlier, although he wasn’t injured too badly because he was a spirit, he still fell in a messy manner.
However, now wasn’t the time to worry about pain. Angel focused on the cabin’s window.
With the help of the oil lamp’s light inside, he could see a palm-sized flower pot placed on the inner window, but the plant inside was already withered. The vine climbing the frame was still there, though.
Angel looked through the climbing frame into the cabin.
From his position, the only things he could see were a table and the wall opposite it.
There was only an oil lamp on the table and nothing else. But Angel saw a painting on that wooden wall.
To be precise, it was a Victorian-style oil painting.
When he saw this painting, he looked puzzled.
It wasn’t because of the content of the painting, but because the location of the painting was quite untimely. In a simple single-room cabin, there was an oil painting framed with fine gilded frame.
It was like a nobleman in a custom-tailored tailcoat standing among a group of farmers who had just finished working in the paddy fields.
At a glance, it was clear that the two were completely mismatched.
The content of the oil painting depicted a noble castle enveloped in moonlight at dusk.
Angel carefully observed the content of the painting. He felt that there seemed to be something strange about it. However, as he continued to observe, he felt his scalp tingling and shivers running down his back.
This inexplicable sense of horror made Angel instinctively retreat dozens of meters. He felt relieved only when the mist completely covered the cabin.
Originally, the thick fog was a complaint of Angel, but at this moment, he felt fortunate to have the fog.
Angel turned around and decided to leave temporarily.
Sanders shouldn’t be in that cabin; although he only saw a painting, the cabin was small and mostly visible. Unless Sanders was hiding in Angel’s blind spot, which was obviously impossible.
When Angel resumed his journey, he remembered Sanders’ reminder before entering.
Check if the rune scrolls were brought into the Nightmare Plane.
Angel reached into his pocket and quickly pulled out a stack of rune scrolls. However, what puzzled Angel was that these rune scrolls seemed to have no weight.
He had Gravity Lines and was extremely sensitive to the weight of objects. The stack of rune scrolls looked the same as when they entered, but none of them had any weight.
After careful examination, Angel found that not only did they not have weight, but the runes on the scrolls were also illusory. In other words, these scrolls were useless.
Could it be that he couldn’t bring objects into the Nightmare Plane?
Angel looked at the bracelet, but it was also illusory and had no actual weight.
Perhaps everything about him, including clothes, jewelry, and all external objects, were merely illusions created by the Nightmare Plane, except for his soul?
But that’s not right; last time, the holographic tablet was brought into the Nightmare Plane.
If only he knew the bracelet would become fake, he should have carried the holographic tablet with him. Angel sighed in his heart, this time he made a mistake. Before entering the Nightmare Plane, he had put the holographic tablet in the bracelet. Now, it was impossible to test if the holographic tablet could be used.
Angel shook his head and continued to move forward.
As a result, after a few steps, he saw the building again. However, it was still the wooden cabin with a fire lit.
Did he lose his way in the fog and go the wrong way?
Angel ignored the cabin and continued forward. He had to find the relatively safe houses Sanders mentioned first.
After a while, through the vast fog.
Angel met the lonely cabin for the third time.
However, Angel could easily ignore it the first two times, but this time, he began to feel a little uneasy.
He remembered that Sanders had said before he entered that the thick fog of Witch Town would lead you to different buildings. Just avoid dangerous places, and then rely on the guidance of the fog to find a safe place.
But is this the so-called guidance?
The probability of leading him to the same place three times in a row should be quite low, right? Unless this is not a probability, but rather an inevitability.
This time, Angel still didn’t choose to approach the cabin but continued to go deeper into the mist. He wanted to verify if the appearance of the cabin in front of him for three consecutive times was indeed inevitable.
When Angel saw the cabin for the fourth time, he finally stopped.
Undoubtedly, some force was pulling him to come here… So he wanted to see who was playing tricks inside.
This time, Angel didn’t retreat and decisively entered the cabin, pushing open the unlocked wooden door.
As seen from the outside, it was a single room. At a glance, one could see everything inside: a bed, a table, a wilted flower, a burning oil lamp, and a painting. There was nothing else.
Angel walked in.
He checked and confirmed that there were no so-called “hidden doors or passages.” He finally stood in front of the painting.
When he saw the painting for the second time, Angel’s brows furrowed again.
The painting… was still that castle under the moonlight.
However, it seemed a bit different from the painting he saw earlier. Angel carefully recalled, “It seems like there are two fewer trees on the edge? No… Did I remember it wrong?”
Helpless, no matter how hard Angel tried to remember, he couldn’t recall because the first time he stared at the painting, he felt something was off and didn’t look closely.
This time, he still felt his scalp tingle as he looked at the painting, but he forced himself to keep looking.
But nothing happened.
In the end, Angel chose to leave.
This cabin was like a feint, always encountered, but there were no clues inside, too strange.
Angel stepped back into the mist.
He felt that since he had already explored the cabin, he shouldn’t be led back to it by the mist this time, right? Moreover, Angel used his gravity pulse, rushing out dozens of miles in one go.
Then he looked up.
The corner of his mouth twitched.
“It’s you again, really persistent.” Angel decided to just move on. He would take the risk of rushing into the sky if he had to, not believing the cabin could still reach the sky and settle there!
However, just as Angel turned around, he suddenly froze.
He stopped, and with a puzzled expression on his face, walked to the front of the cabin door. He noticed a detail: when he left earlier, he had left the wooden door open… but now, the door was closed?
Sanders once said that everything in the Nightmare Plane could almost be traced back to its original state. However, dead things trace back faster, living things slower, and those with higher energy levels even slower.
But even if the trace back was fast, it wouldn’t be just over ten seconds, and the door would close, right?
He had stayed in the cabin for several minutes before, and the door hadn’t closed.
Could it be that the cabins he encountered were not the same cabin each time? The mist actually led him to different cabins?
Angel opened the door and looked inside: It wasn’t right either; it should be the same place as before. The arrangement and position of the furniture were the same as what he saw earlier.
There was only one place where an anomaly might occur.
That oil painting!
Angel always felt that something was wrong with this painting. If there was a possibility of an anomaly, it would be this painting!
Angel stood in front of the painting again, and when he saw the content of the painting clearly, his eyes narrowed slightly: As expected.
The content of the painting had changed.
Although the change was subtle, Angel had carefully examined the details of the painting before, so he still noticed the changed part.
The perspective of the entire painting had changed.
The painting Angel saw earlier had a slightly more distant perspective, but the perspective of this painting was closer. Originally, the edge of the painting should have been two dense trees, and the lush leaves could still be seen, but the trunk that should have appeared was covered, revealing a cluster of white flowers.
In the painting that Angel saw earlier, this cluster of white flowers was close to the edge of the frame, but not attached to it.
Now, the white flowers were actually attached to the edge of the frame.
Obviously, the perspective of the painting had gotten closer.
…
The thick fog seemed to be competing with Angel, and no matter which direction he ran, he ended up back at the cabin. By now, Angel had entered this cabin ten times in a row.
As he predicted, the perspective of the painting was getting closer and closer.
The castle, which was originally painted at a distance, gradually got closer and began to enlarge.
Although there was no anomaly yet, Angel thought of a possibility.
Maybe… when the content of the painting reaches the castle gate, there might be a change.
Or perhaps, this painting was like the fairytale book world Angel accidentally entered when he first tested his talent, containing the mysteries of the universe, and he would eventually enter the world within the painting?
Angel didn’t know which guess was correct, or if either was correct at all.
But he no longer wanted to continue looking at the content of the painting. This eerie unknown made him shiver. This time, he decided to take a risk and fly upwards.
Chapter 549 Witch Town <TOC> Chapter 551 The Woman in the Painting