[The silver moonlight shrouded the flat ground, the soul poured out of the eyes, and the screams reached the forest, without stirring up an echo. 】

The weeds were like soulless prayers, draped in pale veils, kneeling in silence, trampled by panicked footsteps.

There were no buildings in the camp, and by the time Adam emerged from the pit where the potion had been boiled, a crowd had risen on the open plain, staring blankly at the aftermath of dreams.

A huge gray shadow came into view, and the wraith was suspended in the air, its body fluttering illusory, its body shriveled and mottled, and its hair loose and windless, like rags washed in water.

"Ahh......h

The moment Adam saw the other party, he felt a sharp pain that hit his soul.

[You were burned by the spirit of the demon spirit, and the strong soul saved you from falling, but this body paid the price after all. 】

The sting was fleeting, and Adam looked inside himself and found that the [Soul 42] in the small branch was constantly flickering, and the [character's] health was slightly depleted.

"Come on, what the hell are you!"

A feeling of dizziness welled in his mind, and he stared at the gray shadow, and a note appeared.

【Demon of the Night】

[Born in a moonlit field, a crazy dancer in the night.] 】

The monster soared into the air, and the surroundings were blurred.

Its face was a monstrous skeleton, its eye sockets hollow, and its slender arms clutching dusty lanterns.

The strange light around is from that lamp!

It seemed to suck up the moonlight, turning the entire flat ground into a high platform for the theater, and the corpse-like figure was the dancer in it.

She had become a wraith, her withered body devoid of beauty, but she still swayed her head in intoxication, grinning in her jawbones, stretching her long arms, her waist twisting in strange arcs.

"Ah...... Yes! ”

There was a terrible shout from the side, and the homeless man was so frightened by the monster that he sat down on the ground, and after only a few moves back, he began to tremble, and his cry became faint and hoarse, as if he was choked by a foreign object.

[The Demon of the Night will blind its audience by moonlight and forcibly pull them into the stage until they become one of their kind]

"Bend over and close your eyes! No one is allowed to watch! Don't run around, you don't know where to go, just lie on the ground, do you hear that, get out of the way! ”

Adam waved his hand and shouted, most of the people nearby obediently bowed down, and there were also frightened guys who were afraid or had just been woken up at a loss, and he directly pushed them to the ground.

Seeing the demon spirit's wanderers, their eyes had turned white, and their eye sockets gradually collapsed into the shape of skeletons, and the white mist evaporated from them, and thick smoke drifted like smoke.

His mouth was wide open, his head tilted and hung like a doll hooked around his neck, and he made strange dance moves in the air.

When Adam arrived at his side, the night breeze had taken away the residual warmth from the other's body, and the homeless people were as cold as a mist.

It's hopeless!

"Ah, my ......"

"No!"

The screams spread like dominoes through the disorganized ranks, and the corpses were hung up one by one like shrimp hooked in a fishing net.

Order has begun to crumble, and more and more people are opening their eyes when they can't stand the pressure.

The dance of the Demon Spirit of the Night became more and more frenzied, immersed in the pleasure of seducing the soul, and she threw the lantern out of the tail shadow, which became more and more solid in the night wind.

The rising white smoke is a living soul, and the night is deep, and the moonlit camp is gradually lit with human life candles.

[The spirits knock on the door of the camp, and the people put the chips of life on your account.] 】

[Before the desperate Mars engulfs the camp, you must make a choice, whether to evacuate to avoid collapse, or ......]

Scold!

The silver sword was drawn.

Standing in the middle of the meadow, Adam holding a clay pot and looking directly at the demon of the night, like a boulder thrown into a dam in a flood, shoulders the burden of survival for all.

"Lie where you are!"

His voice was high and firm, with unmistakable coercion, and he fought for a moment of peace in the chaos.

"Listen, this is the first time you've heard me, and probably the last! I especially said close your eyes, are you deaf, coward! Have you lost the courage to close your eyelids? ”

All those who closed their eyes and trembled pricked up their ears, and those who were at a loss to cry also blocked their sight with their hands, choking and panicking.

"Very good, listen to me carefully! I said I was going to take you out of the mountains, and you chose to take your life as my bargaining chip......"

The dancing wraith had begun to hesitate, and it seemed to notice that the enthusiasm of the "audience" had waned, and that it had also noticed the young man with the silver sword.

"Now I'm going to risk my life too!"

Adam poured the oil onto his weapon with a clatter, and those who got close could hear the liquid splashing.

【Evil Spirit Oil】

[Some monsters are complicated to hurt, right?] 】

"There are potions around the camp, and there is no way for the beasts to come in and eat you, so don't leave here, or Lin Hai will drown you bunch of waste! Count me on you, if you can't bear it, you can die by yourself, don't bring anyone else, okay. ”

The surrounding controlled corpses writhed quickly and took a hideous posture—the night spirits began to feel angry.

"Please all remember that my name is Adam White! Now, as long as the sound of the sword remains, never look up! ”

[You step into the out-of-control gladiatorial arena, in the hanging corpses, remember to step on the rhythm of the sword dance. 】

"If you are afraid, you need to open your mouth, don't cry, don't scream meaninglessly...... You call me by name, and if I were alive, I would respond to you. ”

Adam gripped the silver sword, the handle of the wood stuck in the flesh, and the beads of oil rolled down and shattered into the grass.

Tick, tick.

"If I Die......"

"Just run."

The Banshee has utterly lost her patience, she is a madman who dances with her soul, unable to stand the quiet air and the body that has lost its fear.

Hoarse voices came from far and near, and lanterns and claws burst through the air, slamming into the swung silver sword in a daze.

"Tsk!"

The severe pain does not come from the palm of the hand, but from the mind, and the hand-to-hand combat of the demon spirit is not very skillful, but the mental damage is very great.

Adam's health slowly decreases with the storm in his head, and compared to other "dancing" mortals, he is already considered strong, but it does not mean that the damage is gone......

On the contrary, the labor pain of chopping the skull with a blunt knife is the test!

Adam's power was unreserved, and the silver blade sliced through the breeze and groaned.

He had to use the swing of his arms to drain his pressure, but also to make the sound of a sword, to deliver on his promise.

The quaint lantern was the best shield for the wraiths, deftly fending off the silver sword, but the piercing wails and scattered white mist showed that sword oil was useful.

Poop!

The silver sword slashed at the lamp, leaving a small indentation.

The lamp was not having a good time, and although it avoided a single damage, the night demon was also visibly trembling, pouring out powdery white smoke that dissipated into the air.

The village woman lying on her stomach in the grass next to her felt a burst of coldness, and the monster's heart-rending wail hit her fragile heart, and she couldn't help but want to cry, but she tried her best to cover it with her hands.

"Drink,"

Adam gasped and glanced at the woman at his feet.

"What's my name?"

"Your Excellency...... Woo, your name, Adam. ”

She tried her best to steady her voice, muttering indistinctly in her choked throats.

"I'm right here!"

Adam replied loudly with a silver sword, the moon was hazy in the camp, and the corpses were floating.

People drowning in the mist listen to the sound of the water on the other side.

"Mr. Adam, are you there?"

"Adam White!"

"Are you still there, sir! Mr. Adam! ”

……

Hope is in the wind, faith is in prayer.

The name shout, coming from all directions without interruption, was firmly caught by Adam, who was confused in the middle of the meadow, and replied loudly.