Of course, this ability may be just an ordinary bloodline talent in the eyes of wizards, and it is not of much use.

And although there is also zài in the underworld, it is not something that the Hilt goat people can communicate.

However, their bloodline talent is that they can really see the spirit through the dagger that Guò is born with, but it was also deciphered by necromancers in the form of runes many years ago.

Therefore, it is not strange for Freya to get this magic rune.

Grotesquely touching the goat-headed dagger in her heart, she blinked slightly, adjusting to the scarlet eyes at this time.

In her vision, the entire room had changed dramatically.

All the furniture exuded the smell of decay, tattered, and puffs of gray smoke and dust kept floating from it.

The position of the bed directly turned into a large black hole, the black floor was jagged and cracked, and an inexplicable whining sound came from the big hole.

However, the oil painting hanging on the wall of the bed is still the same as it was, and nothing has changed.

It's just that in this rotten room, there is a touch of weirdness.

Freya observed curiously, that it was different from her original vision.

"Is this the vision of the Hilt goatmen, like ruins?"

She reached out and felt for the bed, but she did touch the substance.

This made her breathe a sigh of relief, after all, in this extremely real vision, even the feelings seemed to become confused.

She could even smell the bitter smell of wood rotting in the air.

However, just as she sighed at the magical vision.

Suddenly, there was a click, and the iron door of the manor downstairs suddenly opened.

A young woman with long black hair and a long red dress slowly walked in from the dark street outside.

The woman's hair was long. Covering the front face, I can't see the appearance clearly, and I can only see that I am very young from the figure.

The red dress was very long, almost dragged by the woman, but it was silent.

"Is this a spirit?"

Freya, who was standing in front of the window, frowned slightly as the woman opened the tattered door and entered the room.

Soon. On the first floor, there was the sound of tinkling porcelain colliding, followed by the sound of running water.

It's like making tea.

But before Freya could go to the first floor to take a look, the woman in the red dress walked up lightly.

At this time, Freya also saw the woman's appearance hidden under the black hair.

It turned out to be a weird ginger cat face.

This gave Freya a weird feeling.

She could faintly hear the buzzing sound at the cat-faced woman's throat.

However, the cat-faced woman didn't seem to see Freya, and put a white porcelain cup in her hand on the table.

In the cup was clear water, and in it was a one-eyed red goldfish. He was floating on the water with his white belly turned over, and seemed to be dead.

Freya frowned as the cat-faced woman pinched the goldfish out of the quilt, licked it, and swallowed it in one gulp.

The 'crunching' sound of chewing mixed with the cat's satisfied whine reached Freya's ears.

"What the hell is this?" She muttered softly.

She seemed to have a vague sense that the world she was seeing so far was not a spirit, but an image of another world, except that something in this world overlapped with hers.

It seems to confirm his own conjectures. Freya gently stretched out her hand and slashed at the cat-faced woman.

'Smack'

A cyan streamer flashed, but it pierced directly through the woman's face.

However, as if sensing something, the cat-faced woman reached out and gently stroked her cheek, revealing a look of confusion.

The woman's movements caused Freya to raise an eyebrow, and then she reached out and grabbed the woman's face out of thin air.

But this time nothing happened, it was like hitting the air.

"Only energy attacks have sense? Interesting. She looked at her curiously.

Just when Freya wanted to test the unusualness of this world next, suddenly. The cat-faced woman actually looked straight in the direction of Freya, behind Freya to be exact.

The ginger cat's face was filled with great fear.

Being stared at by her like this, Freya was slightly stunned. Then he immediately turned around.

Suddenly, a dull face with a pale face suddenly came into view.

The face was barely a finger's walk away from Freya.

And the black eyes without the whites of the eyes were staring straight at her, and she never noticed.

A cold and shivering familiar aura suddenly rushed out of his head.

Without thinking about it, a cyan air flow erupted directly from her, and at the same time, her body retreated.

'Huh......'

A messy cyan hurricane sent smoke and dust from the rotten houses around it.

In the thick smoke, a crimson tentacle stabbed abruptly towards the pale face.

However, just as the scorching touch was about to touch that face.

With a 'snap', the dagger in Freya's heart suddenly shattered.

'Hiss......'

It's like the sound of someone inhaling. Freya's surroundings twisted slightly.

The original decay and hazy house actually became clear and tidy.

The miserable white face and cat-faced woman gradually became dim.

Freya watched in amazement at the rapid changes around her. Before she knew it, her eyes had regained their blue color. The cyan runes engraved in the eyes were flickering and glowing.

Thin cold sweat crawled all over his forehead and ran down his hair.

Freya was stunned before slowly withdrawing her spell-casting hand.

On the wall in front of her, a charred black spot was particularly glaring.

"Isn't that a bystander's perspective?" She muttered softly.

Suddenly, she seemed to think of something, and turned and ran downstairs.

The rain had stopped, the gray clouds had all dissipated, and a huge silver moon hung in the sky.

Moonlight splashed through the windows like silver sand on the floor.

Freya walked quickly to the window, and by the bright moonlight she looked fixedly at the portrait of the woman next to her.

Perhaps because the moonlight was too bright, the woman's face in the painting turned unusually pale. I can't see much of the whites of my eyes because of the darkness of the room.

"That's right." She stared at the portrait of the woman and narrowed her eyes slightly.

This face was the woman who had just pressed against her back.

And even now she vaguely felt the look of gaze in those eyes.

For a long time, she stretched out her hand and flicked it.

A wisp of purple flame floated directly onto the portrait, and with a whirl, the portrait burst into flames.

As the black ashes slowly fell, a subtle woman's scream was heard clearly.

Freya seemed to have expected this scream. There weren't too many surprises.

According to the wizards, the spirits belong to another kind of strong volitional body, but this kind of existence is not free, most spirits wander because of the limitations of something or something, and if I am not mistaken, in this house, this portrait is the sojourn of this spirit. Now that the portrait has been burned, the sojourning spirits will slowly dissipate in a very literal sense. ’

Calmly watching the portrait completely turn into a cloud of black ash, Freya thought faintly.

It's just that what she doesn't understand is why she sees that scene with the dagger of the Hilt goatman.

There is anything other than this spirit. And what is that cat-faced woman? She also seemed to be afraid of the spirit woman.

Although this was the first time she had used this circle, it was not supposed to be the case.

It's like a semi-illusory world, where energy can be touched but substance is ignored. ’

Analyze what you feel in your heart.

In fact, Freya also knows some secrets about the world.

She knew that there were many worlds here, and that there were several that had been discovered and contacted by wizards.

Among them, the abyss world and hell are more famous, in addition to these two, there are also some material worlds such as the spiritual wind world, the underworld, and the ocean world, but compared to the first two. Although these worlds have not been broken through by wizards, some of the rudimentary mysteries can be known from the occasional cracks in the world.

In addition to the material world, there are also strange immaterial worlds. Most of these worlds are illusory, almost inaccessible in normal times, like another dimension.

There are even worlds that can only be reached by entering into a dream.

Freya guessed that the ruined world she had just seen might be a world between the material and the immaterial, and that the spirits could travel freely through that world.

"Still. If the world can be seen with the Hilt Goatman Dagger, why haven't other wizards published such discoveries? She was a little confused.

Suddenly. Her eyes lit up slightly. "Is it a physical problem?"

Or rather, the Hilt goats have something in common with her. It allows her to see a world that has not been discovered by wizards.

And this world is the real world that the Hilt goat people see.

If this reasoning is correct, then maybe I can find something useful in that world. She thought excitedly.

I already knew that the meaning of an unexplored immaterial world was extraordinary, and it seemed that the ruin-like world had a high sensitivity to energy.

Of course, the premise is that you can bring things from it to the material world in which you live.

However, this requires long-term trials.

After thinking about the plan in her heart, she simply blew the black ash of the portrait clean with a spell, and she returned to the second floor and began to eagerly enter the ruined world again.

The next day.

The early morning sun shone down on the estate.

In the room, Freya sat tiredly in a red high-backed chair with a look of disappointment on her face.

In front of her were circles of circles.

Apparently doing the same thing all night.

But the result was somewhat unsatisfactory.

"Am I using the wrong way, or is that world not a place to invade in the first place?" (To be continued)