Bidding farewell to the innkeeper, Ian and Sid walked out of the door.

The fresh, cool air came to his face in the middle of the night, and Ian took a big puff and sobered up a lot. Although the weather had warmed up, it was still a little cold outside at this time, and Ian unconsciously tightened the collar of his coat. The fire in the buildings on the hillside in the distance has not yet been extinguished, and the silhouette of billowing gray smoke is reflected in the dark night.

Suddenly, something caught Ian's eye, and he felt a strange sensation like vertigo, as if a slight tremor in his head.

He said to Sid, "Shall we go and see before we go?"

"Well, that doesn't seem like a good idea...... It's not a peaceful town," Sid muttered, "and it's the opposite direction we're going!"

"It's not far anyway," Ian advised, "I'm kind of concerned...... I seem to have seen something just now. ”

"What do you see...... Sid didn't quite understand what Ian meant, but reluctantly agreed, "Okay...... Then let's go and come back quickly, and don't make any extraneous branches. ”

When the two arrived at the site of the fire, they found that the fire had been extinguished and that half of the building had been destroyed.

The townsfolk who were fighting the fire were resting around, and some had already begun to return to the town in the middle of the lake. Judging from their sighing appearances and the few words they spoke, it seems that several bodies have been found.

Sid squeezed into the crowd to take a look, then stepped back. When he tried to talk to Ian, he noticed that the boy looked a little strange—he put his right hand on his right eyebrow and looked nervously around.

"Sid," Ian cried out in a low voice when he saw him return, "do you see that?"

"See what?" Sid followed Ian's line of sight, and all he saw was the ruins of the black hole.

"Spots, can't you see them? Fireflies, a lot. Ian lowered his right hand and looked at Sid in amazement.

Sid looked again, but there was still nothing.

"Do you feel a little tingling in your head?" Ian asked again, "like vertigo, no, vibration, it's ...... The kind of buzzing in the head. Ian could tell from Sid's eyes that he might be a little weird right now.

Eventually, Sid shook his head and pulled him outside.

"Let's go, I don't think it's right. Sid whispered as he walked, "Although I can't see the point of light you said, there's no buzz in my head. ”

"What's wrong?"

"Something wasn't quite right with the body," Sid explained, "it didn't look like it was burned." ”

"It's all coke, and it's not burned to death?"

"I mean, they could have died before they were burned like that. ”

"Isn't that normal? You have to be burned like that to breathe, and your vitality is too tenacious. Ian rubbed his temples and noticed that the buzzing vibration was gone.

"Ah, I'm going to be by you!" Sid tried to keep his voice down in the silence of the night wilderness, "I mean, they were killed first, and then they were burned like that!"

"You mean, disguised as a fire?"

"Quite possibly. First, the corpse robbery case hung over there, and now it is murder and cremation disguised as a fire, and there are demonic activities around. God knows what else will happen, I don't want to go through another Warcraft invasion. ”

Hearing this, a hint of gloom also flashed in Ian's eyes, and he sped two steps on his feet to keep up with Sid.

"I can't say," said Sid sullenly, "and I don't know what it has to do with psychics." ”

Ian stopped abruptly.

"Today we are destined, let's teach you one more thing!" he remembered what Reggin said, "Psychic power has footprints. ”

Psychic power has footprints, he muttered and repeated, and couldn't help but turn around. From a distance, the light blue light of the stars shimmered like a huge swarm of fireflies, enveloping the burned mansion.

Along the main road, Ian and Sid kept walking southwest. After a whole night, we finally arrived at the tungsten mining village, a small village west of Huxin Town, near noon.

"Eat, eat, eat!" shouted Sid, touching his rumbling stomach.

The two walked into the tavern in the tungsten mining village, and the workers in the village were also liberated from their work in the mine one after another and poured into the tavern. When Sid entered the door, he saw a crowd in the distance, so he quickly pulled Ian in, and found a random table to sit down, so as not to have no seats for a while.

There is a tungsten mine on the edge of the village, and minerals are the main livelihood of the village, and more than half of the villagers work in the mine. Because the tungsten mine is very famous, the business travelers who come and go always use the name of the tungsten mine village instead of the village, and no one remembers the original name of the tungsten mine village over time.

"Yo, traveling?" a stout miner leaned in, "no one here, huh, huddle!" and sat down with his companions, sharing a square table with Ian and them. Ian and Sid sat next to each other, on opposite sides of the table, and the miner and his companion sat on the other side.

"Hey, hey, have you heard? The Lord of Wales and his family in the middle of the lake were burned to death!" the stout miner immediately gossiped with his companions about the day's news as soon as he sat down.

"Hey, it's hard to say, it is said that the body of the little master has not been found. "The other person is more well-informed.

"It's burned out...... I heard that the fire was very big, and it burned all night!"

"Some people also say that the little young master is an arsonist, so they can't find him. ”

"How is it possible, I have heard that the Welsh family education is strict, and it is completely aristocratic education. Arson, have you heard of anyone who set their own house on fire?"

"Then I don't know, or is there something wrong with my mind, crazy?"

"I'm a good young master, how can I say crazy and crazy? Drink and drink!"

At noon, the miners boldly pushed their glasses and changed them, and the table was full of wine. Sid and Ian listened to their conversation and exchanged glances, but neither said a word.

"Hey, little brother, are you from the direction of Huxin Town, have you heard of anything?" said a short, lean miner, swallowing a mouthful of bread.

Without waiting for Ian to answer, Sid preemptively said, "We came from the north, not through Lakeheart. ”

"Oh, have you heard about the things in the north?

Sid almost flashed back, thinking to himself that you miners are too gossipy.

"No, no," Sid said helplessly, "we traveled overnight, slept in the open, and arrived at the tungsten mine village, so that we finally didn't have to sleep in a tent." ”

"Hahaha, our village is good, isn't it?" It seems that these miners' chatterboxes are switched and switched everywhere, "You are also bold, you are alone with him, and you dare to sleep in the wild? There are a lot of workers in our mine who are afraid, for fear that one day a pickaxe will go down and a rock crocodile will pop out!"

"Who's afraid? You're afraid of yourself, aren't you?" the short miner scoffed, "If I encounter a rock crocodile, give it another pickaxe and send it back to the Twelve." ”

Ian and Sid hurriedly finished the food in their bowls and slipped away. Back in their rooms, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Damn it!" Sid cursed.

"But," Ian mused, recalling what the miners had said, "are you in the middle of the lake, and have you seen the corpse of the young master they talked about?"

"No," Sid replied in affirmation, "at least when I went to see it, the corpses that the townsfolk had brought out and laid out over there were all adults. ”

"That's unusual. Ian thoughtfully," ...... The missing young master, the spiritual power ...... Do you think their little master can be spiritual?"

Sid spread his hands and shook his head: "How would I know." Come on, don't worry about it. Let's gossip like those drunkards just now. ”

Ian, Sid, and the miners referred to the young master Matthew was walking alone through the deserted wilderness in the suburbs with a huge bag on his back.

A crescent moon rises quietly and hangs in the night sky, signaling that another day is about to pass. The clouds, driven by the wind, obscured the crescent moon for a while, and then moved away from it. When the cold shimmer of the crescent moon once again sprinkled onto the wasteland, the rolling hills and forests were inlaid with a silvery white outline in the moonlight.

The silver outline of one of the hills was blocked by a small black dot. The black dot moved slowly along the silver lines, and suddenly it changed direction and melted into the dark shadows of the hills. A faint blue glow appeared in the shadows, followed by a flame of fire. The flames lit up the surroundings, and Young Master Matthew of the Lord of Wales was sitting by the fire.

He used his psychic power to manifest the spirit of fire and lit a bonfire to keep warm. Next to it was his unfolded bed, where he planned to spend the night tonight.

"Goo-" his stomach protested, and he had almost not eaten all day since he had left Lord Wales.

"Joey," he curled up, clasped his legs tightly, and stared blankly at the jumping campfire, "I'm hungry, when can I eat?"

Of course, there was nothing here but himself and a lifeless wilderness.

Half an hour passed.

"Ah...... Yes, Joey is dead. Grandpa also died. Everybody's dead. The childish voice told the terrible truth.

"Mom, Dad, it's not my fault. If you want to blame grandpa," I don't know who Matthew was talking to, his expression suddenly became vicious, and he couldn't imagine how such an expression could appear on the face of an eight- or nine-year-old child, "Who told him to educate me with those old-fashioned, meaningless family methods?

"Well, I knew that my parents wouldn't blame me, and Mr. Lei Jin would definitely praise me if he knew. Matthew worked super hard. Matthew is very smart, isn't it? After Mr. Regin's left, Matthew was all self-taught!"

Matthew hugged his knees and chattered softly, as if talking to his deceased parents.

"I can't let you out now," Matthew said in a childish tone, "it's a little close, Matthew still doesn't understand, Mom and Dad should be a little more patient." ”

"Well, I'm going to find Ada, the 'youkai'. I've heard she's the best summoner out there!

"Until then, bear with me," Matthew looked up into the distance, "it shouldn't be far off." ”