The cursed sword that Harder found is said to have been requested by the zombie mage from the Ghost King. www.biquge.info It was found in the cave, right next to the zombie mage's blood cocoon, and it seems that the zombie mage had tried to use this weapon to resist.

The hermit pondered as he played with the cursed sword. The iron sword in his hand was dull and looked very old. It was broken a third of its length, without a sword head, and its body was dotted with rust and coagulated blood. The iron sword has a rough, broken handle, which is not easy to hold. If you don't have the handle of the sword, it means that it is difficult to use.

There are two types of cursed weapons, one is that the weapon itself is the main function, and the curse on the weapon is the auxiliary force, and the other is that the weapon itself is only a carrier, and the curse on the weapon is the main attack force. It's just that most of these weapons have a limit on the number of times, and each time they are used, they can cast fewer curses.

However, this is not necessarily the case, and some cursed weapons are not included, such as this sword in the hermit's hand.

Harder said that the sword had a name, "Years". The curse on the sword comes from the sword's earliest owner. After the master committed suicide with this sword, he incarnated as the curse of "aging" on the sword. Moreover, the curse on the "years" works in both directions, and the user himself will be cursed, and the curse can only be lifted by soaking himself and the sword with the blood of the enemy. This description is actually very inaccurate, and it is clear that Harder has not studied curses much.

However, this is enough for the hermit to make a judgment, and the "years" are most likely the help he is looking for now. Of course, it's a little bit of a small experiment to fully confirm.

The hermit walked over to a blood cocoon with his sword and stuck it next to the blood cocoon on the ground, leaving only a gap between the sword and the blood cocoon. In less than a second, like a beast that smelled blood, the blood stains on the sword's body seemed to come to life, and blood streaks of blood came out. The bloodshot stretched outward, trying to grasp the cocoon of blood that was close at hand. However, even if it is just a crevice, it is like a moat for these blood threads. No matter how hard they try, they never get the edge of it.

"Sure enough, it's a weapon with a cursed spirit. The hermit confirmed his thoughts.

The so-called cursed spirits are a type of ghosts entrenched in artifacts with cursed powers. In a sense, such artifacts can be regarded as a special kind of undead, and the container that carries the resentful spirits is the artifact itself.

Compared to the two common cursed weapons, there are very few weapons with cursed spirits. Because it is very difficult to make an artifact a vessel for the soul. Artifacts are inanimate dead objects, and their structure is different from the shell of a normal life, and they cannot hold a soul in the body. Of course, there are always exceptions, and if a sapient creature dies with extreme emotions and forms a curse, the curse happens to be attached to an object beside him. After a long period of accumulation, the extreme emotions in the curse may gain energy from the outside world, and gradually breed resentful spirits in the artifact. This is extremely rare, and mostly occurs in naturally occurring cursed artifacts, as is the case with the years.

Cursed Wraiths grow to a certain extent and can communicate with the outside world. If the user of the artifact knows the trick, he will be able to make a contract with the wraith. This will give you more powerful curse power, and you will also need to provide growth energy for the resentful spirits. Once the two parties sign the contract, they also establish a special spiritual connection that allows them to communicate over a certain distance.

When the hermit heard Hader's description of the "years", he speculated about the existence of cursed spirits in the sword. When he considered how to communicate with the four undead in the Blood Cocoon, cursing the Wraiths was one of several viable options, and one of the easiest to achieve.

While the hermit studied the "years", Zhisuo stood in the distance and waited. He seemed to know what the hermit was doing. When the hermit approached with a sword, Zhisu took the initiative to meet him.

"You seem to have found a way to establish a channel of communication?" asked Zhisu.

"We had a lot of luck. The hermit shook the iron sword in his hand, though the old zombie couldn't see it, "A rare cursed wraith can solve all problems. ”

"I've never heard of anything like that. Zhisuo shook his head.

"If you don't study the curse, you won't know what the cursed spirit is. The hermit didn't intend to explain in depth, "To control him, you need a sacrifice, help me find a zombie who can already manipulate blood." ”

Zhisuo didn't leave right away. "Are you sure you can control him by sacrificing a sacrifice and establish a channel of communication with Bloodcocoon?"

"I'm not 100 percent sure it's going to work, but the odds are high. The hermit raised his sword and looked at it twice, "The key depends on what this cursed ghost thinks. If he doesn't have much intelligence, he has a high chance of failure. We always have to give it a try, though. Because other methods are far more cumbersome and risky. ”

Zhisu nodded, and turned to walk towards Lie in the distance.

Half an hour later, Lie carried an iron-capped zombie and threw it in front of the hermit. "Mayor Mare, let me tell you that if you fail, bury five blood cocoons. ”

The iron-capped zombies on the ground were a little sluggish, but the hermit could tell that this guy was just beginning to be able to manipulate his own blood and took the first step on the road to becoming a strong man.

The hermit was noncommittal to Lie's words, and he plunged his sword into the body of the iron-capped zombie. The whole sword suddenly trembled violently, and the blood stains on the sword body writhed like worms. The hermit grasped the handle of the sword and trembled with the blade. Blood poured out from where the blades had been inserted, and they seemed to be running away, scrambling to escape the bodies of the iron-capped zombies. But the actions of the blood seemed to further stimulate the iron sword, and it trembled more and more violently, and streaks of blood emerged from the sword's body to entangle the blood that was about to escape.

The iron-capped zombie under the sword realized the crisis, and he struggled desperately, holding the iron sword stuck in his body with both hands and trying to pull it out. But no matter how hard he tried, the iron sword didn't move as if it had been rooted. At the same time, his body visibly shrank, his thick arms thinned, his powerful legs and feet began to twitch and taper, and his body gradually decayed. Originally, he could still make some sounds in his mouth, but he became more and more hoarse and weak, and finally could only turn into a silent dry howl.

The blood stains on the iron sword came to life and roamed excitedly on the sword. The blood condensed in the air and spread out with the sword body in the center, spreading out like a crack in the dry mud floor, covering the sword-wielding hand.

"Huh. The hermit let out a low cry, a tiny red speck emerging from his arm. The red specks ran to the back of their hands, fighting each other with the bloodshot that had covered them.