[You look up at the gray night sky outside the wooden skylight, the low-level silver sword feels slightly cool to the touch, and the sound of water droplets echoes in the dungeon. 】

The red dots began to flicker, and the coolness crept through the gaps, down the ankles and down the back.

Adam stood up, the slim lining was very well dressed, the cage cuffs were a little in the way, and slowly folded upwards, pinned at the elbows.

[Green lamp, through the earthen wall, the smoke is getting thicker, and it spreads over your bare feet]

The soul lamp is born in a dark and cold place, and the reasons for the formation of resentful spirits are varied, and the soul witch shuttles through the night, wandering in search of life.

The pace of footsteps is gentle, and the floor makes a soft snap under the modified riding boots.

Adam walked through the skylight fence, the silver sword slowly extending from its sheath at his waist.

The cold light flickered slightly, and then walked into the shadows with the sword-wielder.

The Soul Witch could sense the slightest threat, but she still remembered the smell of the creature's soul, the complex, tough taste that unnerved it.

But there was no way, the soul lamp had already pounced, and she could only wave her withered claws.

"You're late, that's not an apology."

Adam staggered his sword, extending through his distorted fingers, rubbing his corpse-strewn arm straight upwards and digging into his cloak.

Smoke erupted, and the witch swelled, screaming and waving.

Adam's vision was blurred, and the other party was scurrying around with smoke like a damp firewood, and the lamp swept overhead, causing a wave of vertigo.

His heart throbbed violently, and his brain was clear again.

[Soul: 62]

[Under the attack of the soul lamp, your body is slightly traumatized]

The health value is slightly missing, but it is still within the acceptable range.

Whether it's the speed of reaction or the level of threat, the Soul Witch is not terrible.

The suffocating cold scene of the demon spirit of the night, and the coercion enough to change the moonlight, are still vivid.

The remnant of the old woman in front of her, who was dragged by the soul lamp and ran around, obviously had a huge gap in level.

Adam had experience and found an opportunity to pick the claws directly.

The lamps swept overhead, stirring up smoke like dark clouds, mixed with green thunderstorms.

The silver sword was pumped in, crisp and loud, and the lamp was broken.

Adam turned and ran, retreating to the end of the passage and waiting silently.

The screams echoed through the dungeon, and the clouds flowed backwards, forming a whirlpool.

The vision gradually became clearer, and the old mottled arm of the soul seduce witch had been sucked in half, and the stump body was struggling.

The cloak flies, the hunt rattles, and finally it is absorbed into it, revealing the full picture of the demon spirit.

She was thin and thin, her eyes bulging outward, and in the last moments when the soul lamp twisted it out, the claws were still stretched out to Adam's side, with a strong reluctance.

When, grunt......

The soul lamp fell on the floor, and the old utensils were safe and simple.

Only the chilling cold touch, like a dark and bright dusty shell, hints at its extraordinaryness.

[Battle End, Wounded None, Killed None, Fame 3, Soul 10]

Familiar notes come into view.

[One-handed weapon: 167]

Adam raised his right hand, the weight of the silver sword changed slightly, and he danced the sword flower, the lines were gorgeous and gorgeous.

【Low-level Weapons】

At this level, it seems that it can only resist monsters of the level of the mill spirit, and the pressure on it to contact the soul lamp is too great.

Rustle~

He could feel the pressure on his wrist getting less and less, and the weapon was slowly disappearing, like a wind sweeping through the desert, gradually drifting away.

Eventually, when it was closed into the sheath, only the bare hilt remained.

"Good night."

Adam leaned the empty shell against the wall and walked over to the lamp and crouched down.

The ghostly light is dizzying.

He had observed Luca, Sean, and the rest of his men's notes, and the soul column, and no one had exceeded thirty.

Looking back at myself, every time I defeated the resentful spirit, I improved slightly, and I have accumulated until now, and it has ......

[Soul: 72]

In a sense, this may be a good thing, after all, Adam has never been controlled by any occult or wraith to date.

Although it will deduct health points, this immunity is really disturbing.

There are some questions that he has been thinking about for a long time, but he has never answered.

……

"I've been waiting."

Adam patted the dust off his trouser legs, and the dungeon closed the door behind him, and the key jingled and hung brightly on it.

Not long after the Soul Witch appeared, there was a blue dot that stayed here.

"The guards in the animal feeding area heard movement in the dungeon, and I was on duty to come and see."

Duheng paced out of the alley, the houses cutting shadows.

"You look very energetic."

The moonlight rose from his boots to his sword, slowly making it clear to him.

Adam didn't wear any armor, except for the riding boots, which were a little heroic, and all the clothes developed in a flashy and handsome way.

He carried the soul lamp, and his tone was calm.

"I'm revenge, by the way, take a sword-forging material, it's not illegal, right?"

"It's okay, I'm just going to see, this kind of resentful spirit is quite dangerous, it's better for you to take that thing well."

Duheng took a half-step back, got out of the way, and gave way to the blacksmith shop completely.

Adam nodded and smiled, excused himself to leave, and as he passed by, he asked in a low voice.

"Need my help?"

Duchen's eyes flashed with fleeting sharpness, but it was still a little late.

The short blade sank through the jaw, and everything was blocked in the throat.

Adam's eyes were fierce, and with the strength of his arms, he easily lifted him up and pressed him against the wall completely.

"Duheng knows that I am a professional, and you are redundant."

The two legs kicked and rubbed, and the whole person lost his ability to resist in the whimper, gradually changing, and turned into a scarecrow in an instant.

【Mystic Dolls】

[Note: Flawed alchemy props.] 】

It's this weird trick again!

The note was clearly visible, and the moment he opened his mouth to speak, Adam had already received a reminder that he had been hurt by a Confusion Potion.

Why arrange for "Duchen" to wait here?

Where is the Lord's Ring now?

These are all mysteries.

Adam repeatedly confirmed that there were no other suspicious people around him before deciding to deal with it.

If this thing is coming for itself, warn the mastermind behind it.

If it's just that some kind of arrangement is unintentionally broken by yourself, then it is even more necessary to destroy the evidence.

The scarecrow sewed his cheeks from animal skins, and the joints protruded from the sticks, inlaid with metal balls, covered with bizarre symbols.

The entire body was dissected and filled with a strong smell of medicine, but other than that, there was no other clue.

Adam dragged him to the crematorium, where the blackened marks remained, and most of the charcoal residue had been scattered to the corners.

Thorn~

Most of the alchemical potions are flammable, and the dolls embrace the flames in the night wind, gradually twisting and deforming......

Adam carried the lamp and walked away into the moonlight.

Like a drunken passenger carrying a wine bottle, he crossed the arched bridge of the building, leaving a narrow projection next to the whining clothes rack.

The shadow flickered, thicker than the rest of the night.