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Chapter 321:

The white palms are particularly noticeable in the dark night.

It seemed to have been soaked in water for a long time, and the puffy palms were covered with layers of folds, and there were no nails at the ends of the fingertips, only five black holes.

"Giggles"

It was as if the sound of a person before his neck was cut off slowly appeared at the bottom of the well.

Gris looked at the palm with a numb scalp, only to feel a rotten and cold unpleasant smell emerge from the black well, slowly eroding his body.

'Smack! ’

The wellhead grabbed the edge with the same hand again, and the two hands slowly pressed.

Streams of black liquid overflowed from the black well with the appearance of the two hands, flowed onto the wet ground, and seeped into the earth.

The strong smell of blood suddenly hit my nose.

Silently, between the white hands, a miserable white man's face poked out of the well.

The man's dark eyes were bulging and bloodshot, the bottom of his eyes seemed to have not slept for dozens of days, with extremely heavy bags under his eyes, and his chapped lips opened slightly, making an intermittent 'clucking' sound.

Long black hair clings to the sides of his cheeks, and strands of black juice slowly emerge from the top of his head.

Gris's eyes widened as he looked at the face poking out of the black well, and with a look of disbelief, he opened his mouth and felt his throat feel dry.

"Yuri!? How are you?"

'Whew. ’

With a strong hand, the man with Yurikong crawled out of the black well with a 'whew'.

With a scrawny white body, he landed on all fours, black liquid staining his body.

That's when Griss found out. The limbs below the waist and abdomen of the man in front of him were not legs, but the same white arms.

Time. Gris felt a creepy feeling of nausea, the icy chills eating away at his brain.

Yuri crawled slowly on all four arms. He watched as a line of bloody tears slowly flowed from under Gris's bulging eyes, slowly crawling towards him with a mixture of vicious and hideous expressions.

The four arms stepped on the wet ground and made a clear 'pop, pop' sound.

The entire dark forest seemed to be enveloped in this sound......

In the black forest on the other side.

With a sharp pull of Freya's palm, five thin cyan lines cut directly across the periphery, and in the ninety-degree fan-shaped area in front of her, everything turned into pieces.

Large swaths of trees rumbled down, and one of the mutated creatures, which seemed to be a combination of a buffalo and a tiger, was torn into countless pieces.

Shattered internal organs and corpse parts were scattered on the ground, and the muscles were still twitching.

And while killing this guy, countless thin red threads with a faint halo of light quickly floated towards Freya from the pile of debris. It quickly sank into her right arm.

The mental and physical strength that had been consumed suddenly recovered most of it.

However, then her eyes turned to the shadow of the tree on the other side, where a black cat that seemed to be several times larger was lying quietly there, its emerald green pupils constricting slightly, as if waiting for an opportunity to pounce.

'Whew! ’

There was a soft thud, and before it could do anything, thin cyan threads pierced its head, white liquid and blood slowly flowing out of the back of its head.

"Humph! Endless! ”

Gently retracting her palm, Freya leaned down and picked up a black bead next to her, a faint green light flashing in her eyes. I don't know what I'm thinking.

After a long time, she squeezed hard in her hand, and the powder of the bead flowed down the gap in her palm.

Then she turned and walked in the other direction, quickly submerging into the dense rain.

After coming out of that hut. Freya used the breath of life left in the blood to chase him to the Yul Forest.

And as night fell, the demonic creatures around gradually increased.

These guys didn't seem to feel the powerful mental fluctuations that lingered in Freya's body at all, and their perseverance and interference caused a lot of trouble.

But. Just as she bypassed the illusions and was about to find the two fleeing black robes. The breath of life that had been connected to the blood came to an abrupt end.

For this reason, she had to choose to find those negative energy illusions that attracted her. Traces are used as a means of tracking through the remaining psychic messages.

However, this method of searching was very crude, and it was only after collecting three negative energy beads that she completely recognized a general direction.

Half an hour later.

Freya squinted slightly as she stood outside an area of the forest that was surrounded by a faint white mist, and in the shadows next to her were scattered some demonic creatures who did not know whether they were alive or dead.

Faint blood-colored threads flew out of the corpses, which were rapidly drying up.

She raised her hand to look at the black doll in her hand, which was glowing with a blinding red light, and wisps of spiritual messages emanating from above its head.

Through the breath above, Freya had determined that this thing was left behind by one of the two wizards.

And judging from the direction of the spiritual message, the two are indeed hidden in front.

But the reason why she didn't go over was because in her sense, the white mist forest in front of her had a very uncomfortable feeling.

It's as if there's a myriad of sticky, filthy stuff all around.

She sniffed around lightly, her face slightly condensed.

"This feeling is like the breath of a spirit."

Spirits are something that Freya has been studying, but it is rare to see that this kind of thing is completely opposite to life, and even artificially created can only rely on luck.

And she can't be noticed after being generated, which makes her stay at the cognitive level that can be dispelled with pure mental power or energy.

Still, a lot of new ideas came out of my head, but there was little opportunity to put them into practice.

She used to have an inexplicable attraction to spirits because of her physique, but this situation was improved after she was promoted to wizard.

And the last time I encountered it in the ruins, I didn't have time to study it because of the crisis of the situation.

Encountering it again at this moment made her immediately interested.

"It is estimated that those two people also met the spirit, and one of them died." Feeling this faint cold aura, Freya analyzed lightly. "Exactly. This is a great way to test out your previous ideas. ”

After a pause, she fumbled for a row of tiny golden spikes from her waist pouch and tied diagonally around her wrists. Then he took out two small test tubes of clear liquid and held them in his hand.

With that done, Freya strode towards the ancient area.

White mist swells in the forest. When Freya was about to touch it, the white mist strangely separated to both sides, as if to welcome her.

Looking at the vision of the white mist with interest, she didn't stop for long, and went directly in a certain direction in the direction of the spiritual sense.

Fifteen minutes later.

In the quiet white mist forest, Freya, who had been advancing, stopped.

She looked at the black doll on her waist with a puzzled look, and the spiritual message sent out from it actually disappeared at this moment.

"Is it here?"

Freya looked up, her eyes glowing with a faint green glow, eerie in the white mist.

The sky was still drizzling. The wet ground was a muddy patch.

Suddenly, she turned her gaze to her feet, and a black spot appeared clearly in front of her next to her boot.

There was also a faint smell of blood in it.

"Blood?"

Squatting down, Freya stretched out her fingers and lightly tapped the bloodstain.

A sticky sensation came from between his fingers, and he crushed it, and immediately dyed his fingers a blood-red color.

Standing up, she frowned and turned around suddenly.

A dark shadow suddenly appeared in her field of vision.

It was a crooked tree. The dark green leaves on the branches were told, and the bark was like the wrinkles on the old man's face, and some black marks stuck to the bark, densely packed.

She noticed that the marks were blood-red palm prints. Layers of trees occupy the entire body, I don't know how many.

Freya looked at these handprints with some trepidation, and vaguely felt that there seemed to be a great attraction in them. Let her unconsciously walk towards the tree.

As she approached the tree a meter away, the folded bark twisted. It turned into a handsome male face, with a wooden mouth smiling as if to say something.

At this time, the branches around the tree trembled slightly. Then it slowly shrouded in

'Whew! ’

There was a soft thud, a golden spike that stabbed hard into the stiff man's face.

A black blood hole slowly appeared at the location of the spike, and quickly expanded, and in a short time it was all over the tree.

"Low-level natural illusions."

With a sneer, Freya reached out towards the bloody hole in the tree.

In the sticky feeling, she felt as if she had touched something special, and then Freya's hand tore it violently.

'Tear'.

A wooden human face was lifted from the bloody hole.

"Ah!!!!h

The human face let out a piercing scream, its wooden eyes looked at Freya with a look of extreme fear, and two deep tears of blood came out of its sockets.

The sound made Freya frown, and she pulled out the spike she had just pulled out and stabbed it again at the forehead of the human face.

'Poof. ’

The screaming immediately stopped abruptly.

The big tree attached to the human face actually decayed quickly at this moment, and a mass of black solid fell, and the entire tree completely disappeared in just one minute.

Freya, who was standing in place, looked at the face in her hand with a look of satisfaction.

In her sight, thick black tentacles clinged to it, but they were pinned to the spike in the middle of her forehead.

"A nice experimental item, it looks like the condensation of resentment and death is very high, but I don't know if there is real consciousness in it."

Although Freya did not study the spirit body thoroughly, she could see that the wooden human face belonged to a naturally formed collection of resentment.

Although they are both the products of resentment, they are not pure spirits in the true sense of the word.

After putting away the man's face, Freya spun around in place and pulled out a pitch-black cane in the grass.

The staff was inlaid with a pitch-black crystal and glowed red, with a clear handwriting at the end of the staff.

"Gris. Jon this is the owner's name, and the spirit imprint is still there? ”

After a little inspection, Freya found that although the short staff of this demonized item could not reach the level of a magic weapon, its effect was not much different from that of a magic weapon.

Playing with this short staff, which has a great bonus to negative energy sorcery, Freya was a little puzzled.

"Deliberately thrown away? Or are you in trouble? ”

After thinking about it, she took out some seeds and sprinkled them around.

The seeds quickly sank as soon as they touched the ground, and Freya's eyes were clouded with a green glow.

The scenes passed by the Scout Seed kept appearing in her mind.

White fog, white fog, or white fog

Suddenly, just as Freya was about to withdraw her witchcraft, a different image appeared.

It was a crude canopy built by man, and behind the canopy was a black well, and next to the well, a figure in a black robe was holding an iron bucket from the black well and pouring something into it.

The black well is made of neat black bricks, with a patch of green moss on the bricks, and a thick layer of black gelatinous material around the edge of the well.

Streams of black liquid overflowed at the wellhead.

"Huh? What does this well look like!? ”

Freya, who saw the figure and Kuroi, looked slightly stunned, as if she remembered that it had been recorded in a book.

"By the way, isn't that the mouth of hell, the legendary passage to hell, there are countless unknown and terrible things hidden in it, how can this thing be here?"

The mouths of hell are large and small, but not all of them lead to hell, and some of them are also the nests of some dead creatures.

However, some people do find a sinkhole-like hellhole in the Black Sea, which leads to the real hellish world, a place that necromancers specialize in.

Soon after its discovery, the mouth of hell was protected by an organization in the Black Sea and used as a private passage.

Although she knows the information about this hell's mouth, Freya does not know the specific factors that formed it.

Just as Freya wanted to get a closer look at the black well, she suddenly felt her gaze jerk away.

Immediately afterwards, a miserable white terrifying face appeared in front of him.

The face seemed to be made up of two faces mixed together, crooked, and looked very weird.

This strange person tilted his head and looked curiously at the things in his hand, his dark eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was a little dull.

The shift in her gaze made Freya's eyes narrow slightly.

"Oh? was discovered, the Keeper of Hell, and even this appeared? ”

As he muttered to himself, the figure suddenly opened its mouth full of sharp teeth and swallowed it in one gulp.

'Smack! 'Darkness has fallen.

The green light in Freya's eyes dissipated, and she rubbed her eyes to adjust to the after-effects of the destruction of witchcraft.

"Looking at the size of the mouth of hell, it is estimated that it is not really a way to hell, it may be the mobile lair of some hellish creature, but this is the first time I have seen the hell keepers, and I heard that their eyes can see the world after death, and after drinking their blood, their souls can temporarily leave the body, speaking of which, hell is also the closest world to the wizarding world." (To be continued......)