Lucian subconsciously blocked with his right hand, but was slapped away by the undead with a claw.

The left hand was about to shoot at the undead, but the ghost didn't play his cards according to common sense to hold down his hand!

The two undead were entangled......

At this moment, an undead with a broken hand ran over quickly, ripped off the glass bottle on Lucian's necklace with one limb, and the man stood up and turned his head and ran.

It was the one that was blown up by Ezreal, and it didn't die!

Seeing that his companion had succeeded, the undead who was holding on to Lucian also let go of him, and quickly chased after him on all fours, and instantly ran into the black mist and disappeared.

Lucian still had a gun in his hand, and when Jeno saw that he did not attack them, but let them go, he suppressed the idea of bombarding mosquitoes with cannons.

There are so many doubts about this matter!

"I'm sorry, I missed, are you okay?" Ezreal ran to Lucian's side and watched as Jeno reached out and pulled him up from the ground. "These undead look so strange! If they hadn't run so fast, I might have blown them up......"

"I'm fine, it's just that something happens soon - they're taking the rest of my time away." Lucian touched his empty neck, and with a solemn face, he reached out and grabbed the missing holy spear.

Hearing only the sound of the soldering iron burning flesh, Lucian's remaining half of his indifferent face showed an incomparably distorted expression of pain, trembling as he clenched the holy spear in his hand.

Jeno could see that the Holy Spear was violently resisting, but Lucian was a madman and would not let go of his death.

The sizzling quickly subsided, and Lucian regained control of the Holy Lance.

"Not only does it look strange, but it also behaves strangely...... Why don't the undead attack the living and go to you, the undead, for trouble? And what do they want the fountain of life for? Isn't that thing poison to the average undead? ”

Jinx fiddled with her potted plant, the black lines on the edges of the Queen's blades of grass a little thicker than yesterday. She couldn't figure out what the undead were going to do, in her opinion, it was already a natural law for the dead to attack the living.

"Ahem, it's not the first time I've seen these little ghosts. I've encountered them before before I became undead, and there were four of them, but because it was a head-on conflict that I resolved, I ignored their corpses in my rush to find Hammerstone to settle accounts. Unexpectedly, a month has passed, and these imps have not only learned to ambush, but can even predict my attacks! ”

"It feels like there's something more powerful behind them, and normally, the undead can't go against their instincts." Sarah pinched her chin thoughtfully, everything happened so fast, too abnormal.

"No, they're not supposed to be undead, but I can attest to the fact that someone manipulated them. These imps don't have fallen souls like the undead, they're more like puppets and stuff......" remembered that he had caught a lonely ghost hand, Jano added.

"Are you saying the hammerstone is manipulating them? I think it created these walking dead out of the dark relics in the vault! No wonder these imps don't kill Lucian directly, but want to make him completely undead due to lack of water, and feel hopeless in the process...... Such a torturous method is quite like its style. ”

Ezreal nodded to himself, then looked around in surprise: "Maybe Hammerstone is watching us nearby!" ”

"Ahem, I didn't smell the hammerstone." Lucian was convinced that he would never forget the rotten smell of hammerstone left in the air.

"Plans have changed, time is running out, and I think we'll have to chase down those two escaped undead right away." Jeno knew exactly what the loss of the Fountain of Life meant to Lucian. Looking at Lucian, who was coughing incessantly as if he had a withdrawal reaction, Jeno asked worriedly, "You deliberately didn't shoot the undead running behind, there must be some way to track it, right?" ”

Lucian raised his head, half of the human face raised an eyebrow, and looked at Jeno with a slightly surprised look:

"Yes, I inserted the silver needle used to purify the undead into its body, so that I could find their nest by chasing the silver needle. Thank you for not ruining the only clue. ”

"Now is not the time to say that."

"Ahem, follow me......"

……

Lucian led Jeno and the others to an upper mountain, and the layers of black fog faded before their eyes, revealing the dilapidated appearance of a ruin.

Along the way, Jeno found that there were fewer and fewer undead on the road, and when he reached the mountain, he didn't see a single bone, only the black fog was still disturbing.

"The buildings here look like temples!" Ezreal was well-informed, and recognized the ruins' predecessor by looking at one of the eaves in front of the collapsed gate.

Several people stepped over a field of bricks and stones, and walked lightly towards the temple.

After passing through several corridors, before turning a corner, Lucian suddenly stopped, turned around and whispered to a few people, "We've arrived, and the target is on the other side of the corner." ”

Jeno nodded, letting the demon spirit scout first.

The puppet silently flew out of the hallway, and after about ten seconds it flew back, telling the demon what it had detected.

"At the end of the hallway, there are four imps, one of whom has a severed hand, and they are guarding the door of a medical hall. There was a small courtyard next to it, all of which were graves, and all the mounds were stuck with shovels. The hospital did not enter, and the situation is unknown. ”

Although the translation was a little unsmooth, several people still understood the message that the puppet was trying to convey.

"Now it's certain that this isn't a hammerstone, and it's definitely not going to stay in a place like a temple." Ezreal said with hindsight, but no one paid any attention to him. ”

And when he heard the word shovel and thought of them in the temple, Jeno suddenly figured it out.

Lucian heard that there were only four imps, and he was impatient to rush over and kill them and retrieve his bottle, but was stopped by Jeno.

"I think I know who's in the infirmary." He said.

Lucian replaced the question with a look.

"If I'm right, there's a good chance that the only living person living on the Isle of Shadows is Yorick the Wrangler, and those who attack you can be called Ghouls or Mistwalkers. Although he robbed you of the fountain of life, there should be no other trouble, and there is no need to fight. ”

"What? Shadow Island can actually live with living people?! Ezreal was so startled that he almost screamed, but was glared back by the two women, and finally someone paid attention to him, but it was not something to be praised.

"I don't care what good he wants to do, and I don't care if he's a human or a ghost, since he takes my spring water, he has to pay for it."

Seeing Lucian's resolute tone, Jeno added: "You may not know what the soul shepherd represents, and you can't explain it for a while, you stay, let me negotiate with him." ”