Chapter 347: Ghost Riot

"Nick, what about helping me after you say you're going to kiss?" Nick's chatter is interrupted by an emotionless female voice, whose owner is none other than Griff.

Although I don't see how the two ghosts actually kiss each other, it is clear that Nick did not hesitate to sell Sherlock in order to achieve his goal, on the condition that he help Griff star in an opera.

"I don't know why, I just want to do an opera, Sherlock, can you help me?"

Griff is a 17 or 8-year-old girl, and it is natural that Nick will not look bad with such a nostalgic person. However, unlike Nick, her consciousness is much thinner, and she does not speak with any emotion.

"Of course I will, but you're dead, how can you still play opera?" Of course, this is Sherlock's excuse, in fact, he doesn't want to help a ghost who has been dead for more than a hundred years to fulfill his dream of being an actor, and he won't be deceived again for this kind of task that is very troublesome when he thinks about it, but only gives a few thousand experience.

But sometimes people still have to be honest, if you don't want to, you don't want to, why do you want to talk about these nonsense.

"We ghosts have the ability to possess the body, as long as you let go of the control of your body, I can manipulate your body to perform."

"But, it's so late, where can I get you the opera company......" Sherlock wanted to shirk again, but this time he suddenly thought of a compromise, if it worked, he didn't mind giving his body away once.

As soon as he thought of it, he took the two ghosts and walked towards Mishak's workshop.

That's right, the three halflings are rehearsing the crown princess and the three halflings, aren't these plays and operas all plays?

The three Mishak brothers are also quite happy after hearing Shylock's request, and they are short of someone to play the princess.

The two sides hit it off, and rehearsals for an extremely rudimentary drama began in a messy workshop.

The lead actor is a half-elf druid possessed by a ghost, and three greasy middle-aged halflings, and the audience is more than a dozen friends from Nick, and the friends of the ghosts are of course ghosts.

"Xiao Ni, who is this crown princess?"

"The mother of Aaron V, the current king of Cormier."

"What is Cormier, and why is she with three cunning halflings?"

……

Being manipulated by a ghost and three halflings to play a play for a ghost is probably the most incredible thing Sherlock has ever done in his life, and it seems a little silly, but it seems quite funny to think about.

And when the final princess of the crown returned to Susal with the child in her arms and gave the title of the three halfling nobles, the drama finally ended.

With a system prompt, Sherlock knew that the experience had arrived, and surprisingly the reward this time was not five or six thousand, but ten times, a full 50,000, which was already up to his extreme monster farming efficiency.

When he looked up excitedly, he found that there were still several ghosts talking and laughing, all looking at the top of his head with solemn faces.

The eternal dream in his hand also emitted a soft and warm glow, illuminating the room.

Even the three halflings were inexplicably silent.

Sherlock has realized what has happened, and Griff must have let go of his obsession and can sleep peacefully in the underworld.

In fact, he didn't quite understand why Griff would give up his almost eternal life.

There is no such thing as reincarnation of the souls of the dead in the Forgotten Kingdom, if you are a devout believer, you can still enter the kingdom of God after death to enjoy yourself, otherwise it is really better to become an undead creature and be at ease when you enter the underworld.

"Being a ghost isn't as nice as you think." Nick seemed to see Sherlock's puzzlement, and continued with a little sadness: "As time passes, your consciousness will continue to weaken, your memories will gradually blur, and when you can't even say your own name at the end, the last proof of your existence in this world will disappear, and this fear of getting closer is far more terrible than sudden death. ”

"That's why you care so much about your name?" Sherlock remembered the scene where the two first met and introduced themselves.

"Well, now that you understand our pain, you shouldn't refuse the rest of the matter."

Following the direction of Nick's eyes, Sherlock saw those pairs of hopeful eyes, and he couldn't refuse such a request.

Unfortunately, not every ghost's obsession is as clear as Griff's, and in many cases they only know a general event or a general area, because everything needs to be analyzed and studied.

Like a miser ghost, he has been attached to a camphor tree on the side of the road, and finally digs three feet into the ground to find out that he is thinking about the treasure buried in the ground.

A ghost who has been busy in the kitchen may not want to eat, but to let others taste the delicious food he has made.

Sherlock spent the next three days doing all of this, and in addition to the good experience gains, he also got some additional rewards, the Scrooge's treasure, the chef's cooking, and so on.

It's not worth much, but it's a pleasure.

What's more, while helping these ghosts, Flower Leaf Ti's Eternal Dream is also constantly strengthening, and each ghost will provide Eternal Dream with energy ranging from 3 to 5 points at the moment of their wish, and in just a few days, the total energy has increased from 1080 to 1175.

If he could keep superimposing, he wouldn't mind brushing here for a few months, and when the time came, with eight or nine thousand or even tens of thousands of energy in his hands, wouldn't he be able to do whatever he wanted.

However, this plan obviously didn't work, because a level 30 ghost had already appeared yesterday.

Ghosts of this level don't look like Nick who can only scare people, and he has killed more than a dozen people in just one night.

However, even so, the administrators of Rizhao, whether it is the city lord's mansion, the town office or the patrol, still did not say anything about it, and even sent troops to guard all the roads out of the city in the name of preventing the spread of the epidemic.

Now that rumors have spread in the city about the ghosts asking for their lives, it is undoubtedly self-deception to talk about any more plague.

Sherlock guesses that the town's high-level NPCs and managers may have been contained, perhaps by the people who stole the Sword of Dusk, perhaps by high-level ghosts, or by the fact that they were simply on the side.

At the same time, all the players in the city finally received a system prompt for the regional plot.

System Prompt: The Ghost Riot in the small area story has officially begun, all restrictions in the city have been temporarily lifted, and players can freely choose their actions in this story.