Chapter 2220

There was not much light in the dim hall, but a little light came in from the door, which dissipated the gloom in the first half of the hall.

As for the steps deep in the hall, the darkness is still as quiet and deep as the night sky without stars and moon.

Ron was standing at the gate at the moment, but his figure was still insignificant compared with the height of the door, but he didn't cover up more of the only light sprinkled on the floor in front of him.

But somehow, even if Ron knew that there should be a chair that was originally a throne on the steps, he couldn't see anything with the naked eye, and he didn't have the same high perception as Luna and Delphi... But it was like intuition. He knew that there was a figure sitting there in the seemingly unknowable shadow above, It has been done smoothly and surely without any wavering.

Is this an illusion? Is it because he learned from the high-level corpse named "Bingling" that the other party's master was in the hall, so he just mixed the other party's words with fear and uneasiness, so that he unconsciously transformed it into a psychological pressure that does not exist in fact?

Is there no one in the shadow above?

No, no! Those high-level corpses - the "master" revered by dead wind, iron arm, devouring Gemini and ice edge must be in the darkest and deepest darkness now, must be!

Maybe the other party is even looking at himself calmly and coldly!

"Dead wind... That damn guy let me in alone! Damn, damn, damn..."

A thousand and ten thousand "damn" kept churning in Ron's heart, but except for the first sentence, the rest were not actually cursing the living corpse. In fact, he was just repeating something that might become a reality with a sense of resentment.

Because Ron knows very well that even if the high-level corpse death wind will die one day in the future, it will not be today. He himself, on the contrary, was afraid that he would not live long.

Pressure! Great pressure! The pressure Ron can feel at this moment can never be false, let alone just an illusion of his self righteousness.

Because of this feeling, Ron Weasley had just felt it in the burrow stronghold not long ago - which was very similar to the pressure he felt when he was noticed by the devil "arrogance" and was instantly invaded and bewitched by the other party's soul.

Only this time, even if the other party seems to have no intention to infringe on himself for the time being, the invisible pressure is much stronger than the "arrogance" when he does it on himself!

This feeling is so terrible that Ron's sour and soft legs can hardly support his increasingly unstable body.

However, Ron did not expect that just a second before he seemed to be about to kneel down, a voice took the lead from the dark place.

"Human, you are afraid."

The voice is very hoarse and deep. The speed of speaking is a little slow, but it is not slow and stable.

More importantly, the other party's words seemed to have magic. The great pressure Ron could not bear before suddenly disappeared at the moment of the other party's words, as if they had never existed.

Suddenly, I felt relaxed and comfortable. At the same time, a lot of flames lit up with "poof" from the brazier on the two support columns closest to the door, and extended into the deep one after another along the corridor in the center of the hall.

Soon, the whole hall finally became slightly bright under the reflection of these flames.

However, several braziers up to the deepest part of the hall were finally lit. At the moment when the orange light temporarily retreated the darkness that seemed to be locked in it, Ron's panic expression immediately turned into a more unbearable color of surprise and inexplicability.

"Evil... Are you... The devil? The 'master' of the corpse is also the devil?"

In today's British land, it is not Voldemort, let alone greenward, or even the despicable halbo - the old man, who seems to have not appeared for a long time. To ask who the object is, it is undoubtedly "devil".

Even though almost none of Hermione, Harry, Delphi and others are easy to provoke, and many people have enough power to shock the outside world, they still find it more difficult to deal with each other in the face of those sudden demons.

But now, in Ron's sentence, the word "devil" is actually not the point. Among them, what makes him subconsciously use his tone and intonation is only the word "Ye".

Yes, he didn't expect that the devil who listened to the wind of the dead corpse and cursed with hostility would now appear in front of him as the most respected Master of the other party.

Doesn't that guy... Think that the guy who sits firmly on the throne, tall and strong, dark, with strange muscles and even sharp edges, is also a demon he hates?

"Is it... What did I make a mistake, or did he make a mistake?"

Because of the consternation of this time, Ron even temporarily forgot his fear. He just looked at the figure on the throne and couldn't help muttering.

But this time, he did not expect that his casual self-question had been answered by the other party.

"Don't worry, you didn't get anything wrong... Of course, they didn't," Ron heard the other party slowly but calmly. "You just look at it from a different angle."

Ron wasn't smart enough to understand each other's words, so he just looked up, and then looked back at the figure he didn't dare to look directly at just now.

It can be seen that since Ron first saw the figure clearly, the other party has been leaning on the armrest of the throne with his jaw lazily, slightly tilting his head and looking here. And first put aside the terrible figure, looking at the bright but dark eyes, Ron was not even sure whether the other party was looking at him or just looking over his shoulder at the scenery outside the door behind him.

So Ron suddenly shut up again and didn't know what to say for a moment.

But at this time, the other party took the initiative to speak again——

"Weasley, someone asked me to prepare a 'gift' for you. Do you want to see it first?"