"Whew, it's comfortable..."

After taking a shower, the little ghost admired his body in the mirror for a while, and found that he still couldn't accept this overly feminine and beautiful body, and rubbed his hair a little angrily.

"What is this... will be bullied to death by Vina..."The little ghost's mind conjured up Vina's lazy appearance, and her mature and beautiful face was covered with teasing and stretched out

As soon as his mind moved, the magic power worked in the veins, gradually condensed to his fingertips, and a dark purple flame emerged, although petite, but the momentum was fierce and abnormal, and the violent power could not resist it at all.

The Nine Demon Flames, the most ferocious flames, the flames that annihilated everything, were now like a delicate flower blooming at the fingertips of the little ghosts, and the surrounding air burst into a crackling sound, which was the manifestation of the magic power of the Nine Demon Flames in the burning air.

"It's interesting..."The little ghost muttered, Teacher Gagil said that he had taught him the magic of manipulating the Nine Demon Flames, but in fact, he had opened up some of the restrictions in the bloodline of his Heavenly Realm Lords.

The little ghost can now manipulate a small part of the Nine Demon Flames, and although this spark in his hand is not the limit, the maximum is not the size of a standard fireball, and... His Nine Demon Flames were visibly impure... Apparently unable to coalesce into the tightest form of the fire element.

The Celestial Realm Leader Heart Core next to his heart was not completely silent, but exuded a faint trace of energy, which was guided by the little ghost to flow through the veins in his body and reach his fingertips.

The petite but ferocious flame turned from purple and black to as white as the little ghost's slightly crystalline horns almost instantly, exuding a holy aura that represented order, even purer than the holy light.

This is the legendary Sacred Flame, which was born together with Izanagi, and later after Izanagi blew itself up, it was affected by the negative energy of Azathoth, and changed from destroying evil to destroying gods to fierce and violent, and from pure white to purple and black.

Even the little ghost's purple-black long and silky hair became a little whiter, and an incomparably pure aura emanated from him, and if the followers of the God of Light did this again, I am afraid they would bow down.

"Hmm... It seems to be really terrifying..."The little ghost felt a little afraid, these Nine Demon Flames were so fierce that they could burn the air, but they were glad that they could control this power, and they were a little secretly happy.

The words of the Holy Flame... The little ghost is a little repulsed, this kind of flame is actually no different from the Nine Demon Flame in essence, it has a crazy, burned, and undying crazy temperament.

However, the Nine Demon Flames are aimed at all matter, and the Holy Flame only targets negative energy, although the Holy Flame is more effective in the same situation of negative energy.

And that holy aura made him feel uncomfortable, which always reminded the little ghost of the god of light, after all, the ancestor of the little ghost was Amaterasu, and the holy light god system and the ghost god line have always been at odds, and they didn't even show up when Dispel invaded Isel.

"Smack!"

The white flame flame was extinguished, and the part of the void that was burned in the air was immediately filled with the abundant magic power flowing around, and there was nothing unusual to see, but the little ghost vaguely smelled a slight burning smell in the air, which should be the smell of burning magic.

"I'm really not used to the aura of holiness, I really don't know what kind of expression the believers of the God of Light will look like when they see this holy flame..."

The little ghost muttered to the mirror, stared at the handsome beauty in the mirror for a moment, and then stamped his foot in exasperation and left the bathroom.

When he returned to the bedroom, a fierce knife was hanging on the wall, it was the demon knife Youmei, but at this moment, the somewhat broken knife soul did not move, just hung quietly on the wall.

Yumei had fallen asleep, and Gagir said that he could only awaken it when he unlocked the third seal, and until then, the sword was nothing more than an epic weapon with only a high-level rune attached to [Indestructible].

The little ghost sat on the bed, looking at the air in the room, his eyes were slightly stunned, and he thought about what to do today.

First of all, you need to find a way to fill your stomach. There is no food in Gargil's half-plane, and the little ghost has always relied on the surging life magic in the mana pool to sustain his energy consumption.

However, he didn't want to go to the Batesens family's cafeteria, because he was afraid of trouble Nathan, as far as he knew, he had brought great disasters to the Batesens family, and he didn't know if he had recovered in the past few days.

The best choice is the Batesens business district, which is full of merchants, high foot traffic, and a thriving commodity economy.

Second, the little ghost needs to find Gagil to see if his teacher can explain the strange nightmare of last night, and the little ghost cares about this, because he understands his duty as a prophetic child.

The twisted flesh monster was suspected to be the embodiment of Abuhoth, the source of the Impure and the source of the Impurity, as recorded in the Oni Clan's collection, the little ghost didn't understand what that meant, but the language of the flesh monster at the end of the dream was very concerning.

Thinking of this, the little ghost looked up at his bedroom, where a large oak table was set beside the wardrobe, with a few pale yellow parchments and a few quills on it, and he walked straight over and picked up a quill brush and wrote a little bit.

Éljen soká Abhoth.

It is a language unheard of by the Little Ghosts, with only a similar form in the cumbersome Dwarven language, which was spelled out by the Little Ghosts through known Dwarven and Ancient Ghost languages.

However, the little ghost was not very interested in dwarves at that time, after all, most of the weapons and equipment in the country of ghosts were generally undertaken by the red ghost clan, and almost every one of them was a genius in weapon forging, and he was not inferior to the dwarves at all.

The land of ghosts doesn't need dwarves, so the little ghosts have only learned their language and simple common sense, and they don't understand their cumbersome liquor culture and history as rough as a rotten rag.

The little ghost stretched out his green index finger and tapped a rhythmic sound on the table. He pondered how to decipher this ancient language, and eventually, he decided to break the sentence into words and translate them one by one.

"Éljen" means "hail" in dwarven language, if it becomes "Éljen." Such a sentence form becomes "Cheers." This is completely unreasonable, the language of the dwarves is as casual and vulgar as the dwarves themselves, and anything can be related to wine.

The second word, "soká," means "long," while the sentence form "soká." It means "very long." "It also seems strange, maybe it was used to describe the length of Abjos's body?

The last word, "Abhoth", can be understood, and according to the pronunciation, it is the pronunciation of Abhos, the source of the impure, which is somewhat different from the dwarven language, which is more pronounced "Abhos".

The little ghost scratched at his hair in a frenzy, and the rhythm of banging on the table became chaotic, and he wrote a few words on the paper: hail, long, and abhoth. He tried all sorts of patchwork methods, only to find that no matter how much he put them together, he couldn't put them together.

If Youmei is still awake at this moment, maybe she can help herself, although that guy is chattering, but he is a real polymath.

After about half an hour, the little ghost's stomach couldn't hold it anymore, protesting like a hungry little beast, the life magic absorbed yesterday was completely digested, and the little ghost only felt very empty and hungry at the moment.

"Whew... Let's eat first..."The little ghost stood up, got dressed, took the money bag that Nathan had prepared, and put the still sleeping Yumei in his waist and walked out of his room.

The Bates Mansion didn't seem to have changed much, and it was a matter of course, but after all, the little ghost had been in the half-plane of Gagil for five years, and he would always subconsciously think that Izel's time had passed a long time.

The little ghost looked up at the magic ladder in front of him and tried to walk in, Nathan's words were taken to heart, and he pressed the button marked with the number "one" of Swiezer, and waited quietly for the gate to close.

There was a crisp sound and the elevator opened, revealing a completely new scene, which was the first floor of the Batesens Building.

The little ghost rubbed his stomach and tried to quench his hunger, walked out of the Bates Building, and walked towards the Bates business district from memory.

He didn't know about Dispel's arrival.

Order has been restored in the business district, and the Bates family has paid out pensions to the victims and cleaned up the site as quickly as possible, and merchants and tourists have gradually poured into the business district to restore order.

The little ghost keenly found that the business district was obviously not as prosperous as the last time, and he was a little puzzled.

The passer-by had a palpable look of sadness on their faces, which was strange and unusual among optimistic Victorians.

The little ghost looked around and saw that there were no tourists, and some merchants stood in front of the shops, their expressions were also a little sad, as if they had just experienced some great disaster, and they had no energy to attract tourists.

Suddenly, the little ghost's body was struck, and a little child wanted to run past him, but the little ghost grabbed him and lifted him up.

"Help! Robbery! Robbery in broad daylight!" the little kid was lifted up by the powerful arms of the little ghost, and his feet left the ground, kicking and kicking, shouting and struggling.

"Poof!" the little ghost laughed, snatching his money bag from the little kid's waist and shaking it in the air a few times. The little kid tried to reach out and grab it, and he was shouting, "Give it back to me!"

Tourists gathered around to see what was going on, and it was really human nature to join in the fun, and it was applicable in any human country.

"Hey... Who sent you, little brat?" asked the little ghost as he threw the thief to the ground.

"Ah, isn't this little Pol, why did he come out to steal again?" a vendor laughed at the thief, apparently knowing the kid.

"Oh, do you know him?" the little ghost turned to look at the vendor, who looked to be in his forties, a typical Swiese, with a shiny face and a somewhat fat build, and behind him was a butcher's shop, which looked like the owner of the butcher's shop.

"Of course! This little guy was a repeat offender in the business district and was later adopted by Brad, but after that incident... They were taken away by Vina... I don't know why I came out to steal again. ”

The butcher shop owner said loudly, his expression was obviously a little unnatural when he said "that incident", but when the little ghost's eyes lit up when he heard Vina's name, he finally reunited with the little lioness after several years (Gagil plane time), and completely forgot about "that incident".

"Butcher, stop talking nonsense here, go back and open your shop honestly. A lazy voice rang out.

Butcher looked back a little embarrassed, and found that Vina was already standing behind him, the hideous warhammer in her hand pressed to the ground, and the lion-like eyes staring at him, making Butcher feel his hairs stand on end.