The snow filled the sky, and the cold wind howled.

In the night, the silhouette of the ancient castle, weathered and worn, resembled a colossal beast crouched on the mountain peak.

"Ah!!!"

A terrified scream suddenly pierced the night sky, echoing throughout the entire castle.

Sun Yan awoke instantly from his sleep, opened his eyes wide, and sat up sharply from the bed.

"What's happening?" Sun Yan immediately felt alert, got out of bed, cautiously approached the door, and opened it a crack, observing the hallway outside.

He wasn't the only one who heard the noise. In the room next door, Zhao Chuan Yi emerged holding a brass statue ornament in his hand and stealthily approached Sun Yan's room.

Just as he was about to press the door handle, the door suddenly opened, startling Zhao Chuan Yi into a shiver, his face paled significantly.

"What are you coming out for, aren't you afraid there might be danger?" Sun Yan asked standing at the door.

"Brother, scaring people can really be fatal, do you know that."

Zhao Chuan Yi put down the item he was using for protection and sighed: "You heard that noise just now, right? It seemed like a woman's voice."

"It's Monica." Sun Yan stepped out of the room and looked around at the empty hallway: "Something's not quite right, the sound came from upstairs, let's go check it out."

"You're crazy, what if trouble comes our way." Zhao Chuan Yi quickly advised.

"Monica isn't someone from the castle, if something happens to her, do you think we'd be safe? We can't wait for trouble to come before thinking of a solution."

Sun Yan closed the room door and headed straight to the end of the hallway, Zhao Chuan Yi, seeing this, had no choice but to follow.

As they arrived at the stairs, two figures emerged from a distance, it was Shen Fatty and the girl in the down jacket.

Earlier during dinner, Sun Yan had already learned the names of these two.

Shen Fatty's real name was Shen Sanjing, and the girl was Bai Qianqian.

Both were from the Mainland, sent here under the orders of their boss to bid for the Wind Stabilizing Pearl.

"You two are quite brave, I thought you would stay quietly in your rooms." Shen Sanjing chuckled.

"You heard that sound too?" Zhao Chuan Yi asked.

"Buddy, what you just said, unless there's something wrong with your ears or you sleep deeper than a pig, I don't think anyone could miss it."

Shen Sanjing laughed as he headed upstairs: "Who knows what happened, since we're all here, let's go up together, more people can bolster courage, if there's an accident, we can't just let someone bully us, right."

Sun Yan was not much of a talker, but the current atmosphere in the ancient castle was truly oppressive, aside from the four of them, Yamashita Kojirō and the black man Brian did not appear.

After the sound rang out, so much time had passed, yet there was no sign of the castle's servants, making the situation seem extremely bizarre.

Sun Yan silently activated the Celestial Eye and followed Shen Sanjing to the third floor.

Even at 2 a.m., the hallway of the entire castle was brightly lit, when they arrived on the third floor, they immediately noticed a trail of wet footprints left on the carpet.

The footprints extended all the way to a room door, which was ajar, appearing highly suspicious.

Despite his nouveau riche attire, Shen Sanjing was incredibly courageous.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folding spring knife, heading directly toward the room.

Squeak!

As the heavy wooden door slowly opened, the scene inside the room left everyone stunned.

In an instant, chills ran down their spines, a cold sweat broke out, regardless of how excellent the castle's heating was, everyone's faces became terribly pale, their eyes filled with horror.

In the spacious room, a massive oil painting measuring five meters hung on the wall.

In the painting, a naked man lay dead on the beach, the waves rising and falling behind him, next to the man's corpse was a pair of huge feathered wings.

It was the oil painting "The Death of Icarus" created by French painter Alexander Cabanel in 1840.

Icarus, a tragic figure, who, alongside his father Dallas, crafted wings from wax and feathers to escape Crete Island.

But flying too high caused the wax to melt under the sun, ultimately leading to his fall from the sky.

Yet now, on this massive oil painting.

A woman's body was nailed to it.

Her arms were pierced by two medieval spears, resembling a human-shaped Cross, her feet suspended off the ground, fixed to the wall.

Blood flowed from her eyes and mouth, mingling with her body and the painting.

It was none other than the intelligent and mature Lady Monica.

Sun Yan slowly approached the painting, his eyes could see there was still a faint sign of life in Monica's body, she was not completely gone.

Feeling someone approaching, Monica raised her eyes and looked at Sun Yan's face, mustering all her strength to speak, weakly saying, "Angel, Angel is at XX..."

With that, Monica's breath vanished completely, her head drooping lifelessly.

Sun Yan couldn't help but frown because he couldn't hear the latter half of what Monica said clearly.

"Angel is at? What does that mean."

"Why is Monica here?" Zhao Chuan Yi stared at the deceased Monica, his expression solemn, a feeling of unease rising within him.

It was only because of the suddenly sealing storm that the seven of them were forced to stay at Ymir Castle, yet now, someone had ended up dead mysteriously.

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