A silvery glow flashed through the middle of the hut.

Freya didn't want to pull out her dagger and slash it at Lena's face!

'Click! ’

The sharp dagger mixed with the raging air currents left a deep mark on the ground.

And now the place where Lena stood was empty.

Freya scanned her surroundings with a chill behind her.

The warm glow of the campfire shimmered by the light of Freya's blow earlier.

But she found that in Ashburn's arms, Lena's figure was snuggling up to him and sleeping quietly.

"What's going on?"

Freya stared in Lena's direction, feeling that something was unusually weird, and there was a lot of movement she had just made, but no one woke up, and the screaming dust used as a warning did not react.

She touched the back of her neck and found that it was already covered with a fine layer of cold sweat.

After thinking about it, she walked over to the nearest Rand and kicked him slightly in the body.

"Senior Rand, Senior Rand?"

The gentle call brought no response.

Freya frowned and looked at Rand who was sleeping as if he had died, and her heart was slightly hairy.

It was as if there was no sound in the whole cabin except for the breathing of a few people.

The fog outside was still thick.

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she quickly took out a small black pouch from her waist bag, opened the seal and looked inside.

Most of the golden sunshine powder that was originally contained has turned black and brown at the moment, and it has a tendency to slowly change.

"This..."

The change in the sunlight powder made Freya's pupils shrink slightly, and in an instant, she scattered the remaining sunlight powder in her hand with herself as the center of the circle.

Gold mixed with black dust suddenly filled the room, slowly falling with gravity.

'Zizi...'

Suddenly, a sound like electricity came close to Freya's back. At the same time, she felt a cold cool breeze blow around her neck, as if a cold little palm had reached into it.

This sudden sensation caused Freya to immediately tingle her scalp and goosebumps all over her body.

He didn't look back, and the dagger with a little sunshine powder immediately stabbed in the back.

"Ah!!h

The girl's unique scream was heard from the spot where it was stabbed.

Behind Freya, a vague figure was twisting and rolling, and a puddle of black liquid slowly flowed down the dagger to the ground out of thin air, forming a small puddle in a few moments.

And after the liquid drained, the scream slowly became smaller. until it disappears.

Freya turned. Feeling the inexplicable coldness slowly fade, the bottom of my heart completely confirmed the conjecture just now.

"Wraith..."

The black liquid spilled to her feet, exploding black sparks as it came into contact with the falling sunlight powder.

She leaned down. Stretched out his finger and tapped the black liquid, put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently.

A pungent smell of blood, mixed with a faint stench of corpses, emanated from the liquid.

"Sure enough, it's an evil thought..."

Feeling the coldness of her fingertips, she frowned slightly, and quickly shook off the black liquid.

Worked as an assistant in the necromancy department for so long. Although I haven't seen much of things like spirits, I'm relatively familiar with them.

The spirit body is a special energy reaction that is condensed by the spirit of a person after death. They are unconscious, and ordinary apprentices are invisible, and only wizards who have been in contact with the necromancy can discover these guys by some means.

Most spirits are harmless, but there are some special spirits who are unwilling to do so for various reasons. After death, being transformed into a spirit body will bring with it an obsession, which can be good or bad, depending on the will of the person who lived in life.

"In general. Although spirits are another form of life, their form should still belong to the form of life. So..."

Freya turned her head to look at Lena, who was still asleep, and her heart became more and more solemn.

She thought for a moment, cleaned the dagger in her hand of black liquid and dust, and then took out a small test tube from her waist bag, and the transparent liquid rippled slightly in it.

Unplugging, she carefully poured the liquid from the test tube on the dagger, put away the empty test tube, and walked gently towards Lena.

That test tube had the same effect as the sun powder, and it was prepared by Freya to deal with the negative energy of the necromancy.

"Spirits don't deceive, so the truth is... This Lena in front of her is a fake..."

Even though I don't know who the woman in front of me who pretends to be Lena is, there is no doubt that the real Lena is dead, which is not a dangerous existence for the current Freya.

Looking down at someone who looked exactly like Lena, Freya paused.

The dagger in his hand stabbed straight at her with a loud buzzing sound.

'Bang! ’

A large hole was pierced in the solid ground, and Lena's body was directly cut in two at the waist under this huge penetrating force, and blood-red liquid and internal organs were sprinkled on the ground.

And Ashburn, who was deliberately avoided by Freya, inevitably had half of his body covered with these things.

"It's over..."

Although I don't know why everyone is still asleep, the 'Lena' in front of me is dead and can't die anymore.

The blood was still spreading, and Freya looked at the corpse and took two steps back.

Just as she was thinking about what to do with the corpse, there was a sound of Suo Suo coming from the place where the two corpses of 'Lena' had been broken.

At some point, the fog outside stopped rolling, and a woman's murmuring voice came faintly from the fog.

The voice seemed to be singing, and it seemed to be a soft whisper.

Freya, who had just felt the crisis in the past, suddenly stiffened, and a chill exploded in the back of her head.

'Click'

The sound of the door opening.

She turned slowly and stiffly, the dagger in her hand making a corrosive sound.

The liquid on the dagger seemed to have encountered something like a strong acid, and a foul smell came out and dispersed in the air.

In Freya's field of vision, at the wooden door, Lena, dressed in a white dress and barefoot, stood there fixedly, her mouth open and closed, and the muffled voice came out of her mouth.

'Tear up'

Suddenly, a pale hand reached out from the fracture of the corpse next to Freya.

It was as if the corpse was implicated in some strange tunnel, and with the outstretched hand, then the head, the body.

After a while, another Lena, dressed in a white dress, also appeared in front of Freya.

A thick chill filled the room for a while.

The bonfire, which had been burning, was slowly extinguished under the cover of the thick fog.

Freya's eyes widened, looking at the two same Lena in front and behind, and an unprecedented sense of oppression rose in her heart. (To be continued)