The contract went well, and at the time of signing the contract with the hungry ghoul, Wu Wenxu was convinced that the Eternal Nightmare must have some connection to Hell, or the Shadow Island, because the Hungry Ghoul gave an Essence—a Crimson Spirit.

"Alright, now it's time for you to tell me what's going on in the dark fog in the village."

Wu Wenxu waited quietly for the magic in the Wind Breaker Blade to dissipate, and then carefully put it on his back, and then saw the hungry ghoul, and was secretly shocked in his heart, the sparse flesh in its chest had grown and healed, without any traces of trauma.

The crimson and ugly monster covered its chest in silence, and for some reason, its ugly cheeks became unusually distorted, like a ravaged dough, but the bloody mouth could not be associated with food.

"The master of enlightenment, the slave does not know."

The hungry ghoul turned his head in a huff, and crawled angrily in the direction of the white candle.

After it signed the contract with Wu Wenxu, its body was strangely shrunk by more than half a circle, and its height of two meters became sixty centimeters, this dwarf little monster was vigorous, and he rushed under the table in three or two clicks, Wu Wenxu heard a burst of broken bones, and the sound of teeth rubbing and chewing flesh.

"Uh-huh!"

It bit hard with each bite, wondering if it fantasized about biting at the flesh of an enemy.

After eating for a while, the mania in his soul made him unable to bear it, and thinking of his embarrassing situation, he became more and more furious, and his slender palm suddenly clenched the bloody thigh bone.

There was a crisp "click", the thigh bone was crushed by it, as if playing with sand, a fine white dust flowed down from the crack of its palm, the hungry ghoul still couldn't vent the anger in his heart, and his pale pupils were faintly bloody!

"Evil and evil, master, this slave does not obey!"

"Poof!" The pocket monster suddenly jumped in front of Wu Wenxu's body, and it was still holding the torn rotten flesh between its hands.

The hungry ghoul raised its blood-dripping claws and roared heartbreakingly, "You say, as the master of the deity, how can you only cultivate as a sixth-level great magician?" You...... You have caused Lao Tzu's tenth-order magic power to fall to the sixth level, I want you to compensate the deity, otherwise Lao Tzu will not be your fist. ”

The creatures of hell are cunning and cruel, mercenary, and especially love to be calculating, and the hungry ghoul, as the lowest inhabitant of the army of hell, naturally cannot escape the vice, and it is sure that Wu Wenxu has to rely on his own strength, so even the master must try to exploit some benefits from him.

Wu Wenxu glanced at the dwarf monster indifferently, but ignored it, the dark fog outside did not show a tendency to retreat, for now, it was safer to hide in the house, Wu Wenxu simply sat on the ground and entered a meditative state.

"Oh my God, with such a bad attitude, you are definitely not a gentleman, how unlucky I am a hungry ghoul, why, how can I put you on this guy?"

The dwarf monster was greatly enraged, and in his memory, didn't humans advocate the principle of reciprocity?

Ahh Stingy, the deity just wants to eat a few pieces of your meat, and he can't bear it.

The hungry ghoul couldn't help beating his chest and sighing, although it coveted Wu Wenxu's flesh and blood, and the toad was spread all over the place, but the soul was in the hands of people, and there was no way, so it had to chatter in the man's ear, hoping to get a piece or two of Wu Wenxu's meat to eat.

The hungry ghoul didn't know that his noisy attempt to disturb the man's roar couldn't enter his mind at all, with such a forbidden spell as the snow maple tree, once Wu Wenxu entered the meditative state, he would automatically enter emptiness, except for more and more magic particles constantly pouring into the snow maple world, no one could stop Wu Wenxu.

Closing his eyes, a piece of cherry blossoms scattered like a beautiful flying flotsam, along the pores appeared in front of Wu Wenxu's eyes, the magic particles in the room are very thin, but the impurities are very few, the snow maple tree methodically whips thousands of magic particles, and then expels them to enrich the soul, impacting the shadow of the void in the depths of the soul.

The hungry ghoul is right, the sixth-level great magician is indeed a humble magic level, relying on external objects, one day he will be poor in donkey skills, and if he does not step into the tenth-order magician, he will never be able to gain the true recognition of others!

The magic particles are full of soul, as if stepping on the gurgling stream, comfortable and peaceful, and when the snow maple tree expells the cherry blossom flotsam and hits the blind spot of the soul, it is more like a surging waterfall as the top of the cover, and the rumbling sound in his ears makes Wu Wenxu's internal organs and organs follow a cold agitation, and he completely enters a state of selflessness.

Expelling the black shadow of nothingness in the body at this stage is an incomparably long process, Wu Wenxu enjoys this process very much, naturally he doesn't feel that time passes quickly, I don't know how long it took, the black shadow of nothingness in his soul seemed to be a little dim, Wu Wenxu suddenly pricked up his ears in vigilance.

"Tick!"

A soft sound, hundreds of liquids bursting out, is it the sound of water droplets, or is it ......

However, with the isolation of the soul snow maple tree, as long as you don't want to listen, how can there be external sound sources coming into your ears?

Wu Wenxu's heart froze, the maple leaves of the snow maple tree spread, and the magic particles immediately faded like a tide, pouring into the veins of the branches, Wu Wenxu opened his eyes vigilantly, there was nothing in the pupils, and what fell into it was only endless darkness.

"Hungry ghouls?"

Wu Wenxu let go of his slightly stiff arm a few times and shouted in the dark.

The dwarf monster didn't respond to Wu Wenxu's shout, and he didn't even make the sound of gnawing bones, Wu Wenxu took a leisurely breath of slightly fishy and humid air, feeling inexplicable, could it be that the little one is still playing with his temper?

If it belongs to the same type of creature as the nightmare, then it can also be housed in the spirit, thinking of this, Wu Wenxu touched the depths of his soul, the red spirit that was more than five times smaller than the dark source spirit, fiddling with half a sound, Wu Wenxu was a little disappointed, it became like a lifeless stone, as if it had been assimilated by the dark source spirit.

"Tick!"

There was another sound of unknown liquid splashing, and two deep eyes pierced into the depths of darkness in an instant.

Wu Wenxu quietly shrunk his waist and touched the wind broken blade on his back, just groping a few times, Wu Wenxu was stunned in place, and deeply frowned at the rocky black eyebrows.

The Blade of the Wind is gone?!

So far, the lord has never seen anything bizarre, he snorted coldly in his heart, and followed the sound in danger, trying not to make any noise.

"Suddenly!"

A burst of fire suddenly rose in the darkness, illuminating Wu Wenxu's tense face, and also illuminating the darkness on half of the room, Wu Wenxu stiffly raised the flame, flickering brightly and darkly, and the narrow shadow dragged out of the corner of the wall couldn't stop trembling.

He struggled to open his mouth, staring at the wall incredibly, it became difficult to breathe, and at this moment, there was a warm flame shining on the palm of his hand, but the skin revealed a discordant pale.

Hanging from the white ochre wall hung a man with long brown hair, dressed in a tattered light blue cloth with his bare shriveled belly, his head hanging down, his eyes closed on his hooked nose.

Blood droplets, rolling on the ground along the thick hemp rope wrapped around his waist, splashed with brilliant plum blossom traces from time to time, and the man's throat was impressively inserted into Wu Wenxu's lost Wind Broken Sword!

The man who died on the wall was not the Wind Sword Hero Yasuo, who could it be!

(End of chapter)