"I'll help you if I can do it, and if the crusaders' fortunes are really worth my help to you......," Sherlock replied, bringing Hobiens' soul to life. Vertices are updated the fastest

"I want you to turn me into a ghost! I've had enough of this geist-like state. Hobbion said his request as hard as he could, and Sherlock pulled his face out of the water, his voice calming, "You've been living in corpses for more than a thousand years!" You've been a geist for more than a thousand years and haven't gone mad, and as far as I know, there is also a very powerful dark wizard, known as the most evil and dangerous dark wizard, who has only been wandering in the great forest for ten years in the state of a geist and is about to despair! ”

What Sherlock is talking about is Voldemort, Hobiens's soul state is similar to Voldemort's situation, except that Voldemort is ** shattered but his soul is still there, but he has become a kind of spirit body floating between ghosts and living beings, that is, geismans.

And Hobbion is ** normal death without vitality and vitality, and forcibly locked his soul in his body, nearly a thousand years ago, if it weren't for Lecker's attempt to take away the gem on Hobiens' body when he left.

I'm afraid it won't allow Hobiens' soul to attach to his body.

"I can't do this for the time being, I haven't studied the process of soul transformation into ghosts, every ghost is born because of a special coincidence, so any ghost is unique, and even if I can do it, I don't want to waste this on you! Why don't we do it another way, I'll let you have your body again, and then you will dedicate me the treasure of the Crusaders! ”

The black soul in the water suddenly rolled excitedly, like a black fish boiled in hot water.

"I've been desperate for a long time, forgive me for taking the liberty of possessing my soul with your uncle, which is what I think is my last chance, but when you take action to pull my soul out of your uncle's body, I know that it is impossible for me to reappear in this life! So even turning into a ghost is my biggest extravagant idea! ”

Hobiens went on to say, "I once dealt with a wandering dark wizard in Jerusalem, who was an expelled Arab, who taught me the ancient magic of locking the soul in the body and growing stronger through sleep, this magic is created by sealing the soul in the body after death, and then strengthening it through the sleep of the soul, until it is discovered in the future, and then it can be directly taken from the body, after all, the soul of the newly dead will enter the place of death, and there is no chance of taking the body!" ”

"Have you ever been to the place of death?" Sherlock asked, the so-called place of death is the place where the souls of people in the world of Harry Potter end up after death, and according to legend, the place of death is the territory of the Grim Reaper, the Grim Reaper who gave the three brothers the Deathly Hallows.

In Sirius's description, after death, it is like taking a nap in a trance, and when you open your eyes and wake up, you are already in the world of dead people, but it is not terrible, death is like sleeping.

Therefore, no matter how strong a person is after death, it is inevitable that the soul will fall to death in an instant, and Hobiens can actually lock the soul in the corpse through magic.

"I've never been to the Dead Land, but I know such a place for dead souls, I'm not afraid of death, I'm just afraid of all the unknown, and this world is far better than the dead world, I don't want to die so soon."

"Okay...... So you'd rather sleep for so long in exchange for a new body! ”

"That's right, and it failed, I don't quite understand, obviously I left a lot of backhands and arrangements before I died, and there should be a special person to wake me up, but I didn't! I woke up a long time early, so long that I couldn't even count the days myself. ”

Sherlock said indifferently, "Maybe with the passage of time, your existence has long been regarded as a legend by future generations. ”

At night, Sherlock and Lola stayed in this room in the hotel, but Sherlock had his own arrangements for the evening, and he didn't come to Jerusalem to enjoy the view.

"Where are you going?" Lola looked at Sherlock as she got dressed again, she stretched out her soft tongue to roll the yogurt liquid from the corner of her mouth into her mouth, and then lay limply on the bed and watched Sherlock leave.

"I'm going out to do something, and you'll sleep peacefully, and besides, does it really matter what your parents do?" Sherlock replied.

"Don't worry, it's not once or twice that I've run away from home."

Sherlock was helpless to hear this reassuring answer, and he went to the streets of Jerusalem, where the weather was unpredictable, very hot during the day, and shivering cold at night.

Sherlock had almost forgotten that it was the season of deep winter, and that Christmas was just a few days away.

Shylock travels to the Old City of Jerusalem and finds a square-like prison cell-like building, which is a collection of characteristic buildings, churches and mosques.

The stone brick walls in front of the square building are carved with crosses.

Following Ramaud's instructions, Sherlock found the thirteenth cross carved into the stone bricks from east to west.

Each cross is actually carved with the image of the crucifixion, and each of them has a small hole in his chest, which is where the holy spear pierced his heart.

It is not known who built the building, but the guy who built the entrance to the wizard's door must have had a bad taste, and Sherlock took out his golden wand and struck it four times on the left and right sides of the cross.

The tip of the wand was then inserted into the chest of the statue of Jesus, where the heart had been pierced.

According to Ramad, even a wizard without a wand can simply stick his little finger in it and contribute a little magic to prove that he is a wizard.

"Another guy from Europe! Get your wand out, this thing is hard! The statue of Jesus began to speak, and his voice was very high-pitched, and Sherlock drew his wand back, and the man who set up such a magical mechanism must have a hatred for Christians, but come to think of it, there was no shortage of persecution and massacres among wizards in medieval Europe.

Women are the worst, even if it is an ordinary female Muggle, as long as it is defined as a witch, the final fate is to be burned alive.