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The wind and rain raged relentlessly, knee-length thatch was blown and bent to make a "brushing" sound, and lightning tore the sky from time to time, making the empty and quiet cemetery look overcast.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from a mound of earth without a tombstone. The whole hand was covered with black mud and dirty.

It was like an eagle's claw in the mud beside it, several feet deep.

After a while, the heavy rain washed away the dry and quiet hand, which was a thin, fair, slender hand, somewhat immature, apparently a teenager's.

After waiting for about half a minute, the hand slammed into the mud, and then a head poked out of the dirt with a head held high.

The heavy rain washed the dirty face, revealing the face of a young man.

The young man stared blankly at the crooked tombstones and tombs around him, his eyes full of confusion.

Who is he? Where did it come from? Why was it buried in this wild cemetery?

At this moment, the young man's brain was blank, and he couldn't come up with anything after thinking about it for a long time, and even after thinking too much, he began to feel a huge pain.

He shook his head and stopped thinking, pulling himself straight out of the mound.

As soon as he stood up straight, his body realized the danger. One tilted his head to the left and turned sideways, and a black hand like a bird's claw passed over his right shoulder, and if it weren't for his quick reaction, he would have been grabbed by the neck and pinched to death like a chicken.

Without thinking, he stuck the tiger's mouth of this hand with his right hand and lifted it up, slammed his back into the chest of the sneak attacker, knocked it back at the same time, and then pushed his left leg back, and the back of his hand and leg exerted force at the same time, and threw the sneak attacker in front of him with a back fall.

Immediately afterwards, the young man's hands began to form dazzling handprints, some like a vase lotus, some like butterflies and birds, some like mountains and rivers, and some like fierce beasts......

I don't know how many handprints were made, as fast as lightning, and finally ended with a "heart seal" on the chest of the sneak attacker.

The rain is pouring down, but the silence is still there!

The blow was powerless, and the boy was stunned for a moment. He stared at his hands stupidly, unable to understand why there were so many handprints, which he had no impression of.

What's more, such complicated tricks are not as concise as a straight fist, these countless handprints seem to be the memory of his body, although his brain can no longer remember, but his body still remembers.

Looks like this is a clue!

Just as the boy lost his mind, the sneak attacker struck him in the chest, and the boy quickly took a few steps back, looking directly at the sneak attacker through the heavy rain.

His skin was wrinkled, like the peel of an orange that had been sunburned for months, and it was moldy, revealing a frightening dark green color.

The whole face seemed to be dehydrated and shriveled, the teeth were completely lost, and only three or four mutilated and yellowed ones were exposed, and a low roar sounded unconsciously from the mouth.

Name: Ghoul

Level: Level 1

Category: Necromorphic creature

Basic ability: [Corpse Claw] The claw has corpse poison, and if the person caught cannot be detoxified within three days, he will die, and the corpse will turn into a ghoul after 24 hours.

Synopsis: A low-level humanoid corpse creature.

These lines of white text suddenly appeared in the young man's eyes.

The ghoul walked stiffly and slowly towards the boy like a moldy, dried corpse.

Before he walked for a long time, his arms waved towards the door in front of him, and his sharp nails shone coldly.

The boy stared at the dry corpse creature in front of him, his face expressionless, as if he had lost his fear as he crawled out of the grave.

He ducked his head to avoid the claw, picked up a stone from the ground, and took advantage of the slowness of the dry corpse creature to circle behind him and slam the stone on the back of the head.

It took dozens of hits to knock it down, and the boy rode on him and kept smashing it. I don't know how many times it was smashed, but the stone shattered, and half of its skull was knocked off, revealing the green brain inside.

The boy picked up a piece of wooden stick from the ground and stabbed it fiercely, stirring it so hard that his brain flowed to the ground. After a while, the dry corpse creature was completely still.

"Hunt a level 1 ghoul and increase your soul value by 1 point!" A girl's voice suddenly sounded in the boy's head.

The young man, who had been relaxed, nervously bounced off the ghoul's body and looked left and right for a long time, but there was no one else except the graveyard where the wind was gusting.

Where does this voice come from, and what does it mean that the soul value rises?

The boy thought about it for a long time and didn't figure it out,

At this moment, he had a lot of green brains on his body, even on his face, and his whole body exuded a stinking smell.

He didn't care at all, and was just about to turn away when a black ball of light suddenly floated out of the body of the dry corpse creature. It seems that this ball of light is hidden in the body of this dried corpse, and it escaped after death.

Inside this black light cluster, there was a sword-shaped artifact hanging from it.

What's even more surprising is that in the eyes of the young man, there are several lines of black font above this black light cluster that shine up and down:

Name: Dementor Sword

Category: Magical Weapons

Class: Unknown

Synopsis: Born in the dark abyss beneath the Nine Shades, it is said to be able to ingest the souls of living beings.

What is this?

The boy stared at the mysterious artifact for a long time, and finally made up his mind to carefully touch the black light cluster with his finger.

At the moment of touching, the black light group seemed to be sucked by a powerful suction, and instantly entered the young man's fingers, without a trace, as if it had never existed.

The boy retracted his finger and stared at it for a long time, not understanding how this black light could melt into his finger. But he could feel that the "Dementor Sword" was in the palm of his hand.

"Come out!" He used his consciousness to order the "Dementor Sword" in the palm of his hand, and suddenly, a sword pierced out of his palm and landed on his hand.

The sword was pitch black, and when it was knocked on, "Puff!" "The sound seems to be wooden, and it is impossible to tell what wood it is made of. The length is about three feet, and the length of a normal sword is much longer than that in the black group.

The boy couldn't see anything strange about it after looking at it for a long time, but it seemed to fit into the palm of his hand, and it was a handy weapon.

Just as the young man was about to put it in the palm of his hand, he suddenly found that five big characters appeared on the wooden sword, and these four characters appeared one after another, as if there was an invisible person writing calligraphy on the sword.

"All the way southwest!"

The five characters only appeared for about a minute before they vanished, and the boy groped with his hands for a long time to find their whereabouts, as if they had never appeared.

Is it directing me to the southwest?

The boy stood on a tombstone that was slanted to the ground and looked southwest, where the sky seemed to be bright. The other directions were pitch black, and it looked like there were people there.

The boy decided to head southwest.

Just as he jumped off the tombstone and was about to take a step to the southwest, his ankle was suddenly grabbed by a human hand, and by inertia, he fell into the mud.

An unconscious roar came from behind him!

The boy looked back to see a ghoul who had just crawled out of the graveyard mound, grabbing him by the ankle and dragging him back.

The boy opened his right palm, and the dementor sword suddenly reached out and slashed directly at the back of the ghoul's hand.

With a "snap", there was not even a trace left on the back of the ghoul's hand. This dementor sword seems to be a real wooden sword, not even a blade.

The boy could only slash at the ghoul with all his might, even if he cut off the dementor sword, after all, it was still important to live a small life.

The boy slashed six or seven times in a row, and finally let go of the ghoul's hand, and just wanted to run away, but found himself surrounded.

More than a dozen ghouls crawled out of the surrounding cemetery, some of them were still in complete clothes, but their expressions were hideous, and it seemed that they had not been dead for long; Some of them had stumps and rotting flesh, maggots wriggling, and it seemed that they had been dead for a long time.

They walked or crawled in the direction of the boy, and their eager eyes seemed to be the hungry ghosts seeing a rich meal.

The young man held the Dementor Sword and looked at the dozen or so ghouls around him, frowning.

He had thought of countless ways to escape, but none of them were feasible, and there was only one way to get in his current situation - to fight his way out.

He stood up straight, staring ahead of the road, his eyes revealing a stubborn stubbornness.

"I will definitely live!"

The boy hurried to meet the first ghoul head-on, the dementor sword in his hand slashing down into its face.

"Poof!" With a bang, such as defeating Leather, the ghoul was unharmed. It even cracked its dirty, saliva-rippling mouth at the boy, as if mocking his weapon.

The boy knew that the Dementor Sword was relatively blunt, and he didn't expect a single blow to be effective, so he didn't hesitate to slash at the ghoul head.

"Bang, bang, bang......" A dozen blunt blows slammed into its head, and it didn't even blink its eyes, its bloodshot eyes staring at the Dementor Sword, and its face showed anger.

It reached out its withered palm and grabbed at the Dementor Sword, which was noticeably much faster than its slow-moving body, and its long nails even brought out the sound of wind.

Fortunately, the boy moved nimble and quickly withdrew the Dementor Sword without being caught by it. But apparently he had lost faith in this Dementor Sword, which was better than a stone on the ground, at least the stone could kill the ghoul.

The boy casually pressed his Dementor Sword at the ghoul's chest to prevent him from lunging, ready to bow down and pick up a stone to replicate his previous feat.

At the moment when the Dementor sword was pressed against the ghoul, a green skull figure with only two eyes, one mouth and three holes roared from the ghoul and rushed towards the young man.

The young man was startled, and just wanted to bend down to dodge, the soul sword in his hand suddenly let out a whine, and he took off the young man's hand to meet the green skull figure.

The skull shadow saw the Soul Sword, as if the mouse saw the cat and wanted to escape, but the Soul Sword was very fast, so it didn't give it a chance at all, and directly pointed at the skeleton shadow.

There was a powerful tornado on the tip of the sword, and the green skull figure was instantly sucked into it, and then the Soul Dementor Sword fell from the sky and fell into the boy's hand.

As the green skull shadow was absorbed by the Dementor Sword, the ghoul fell to the ground as if it had lost its soul, and the little spark in its eyes dimmed.

What's going on? The young man looked at the Dementor Sword in his hand, and saw that there was a green skull at the root of the sword body above the sword, and the eyes and mouth were like three irregular round holes.

The skull's mouth is wide open and it seems to be "screaming".

After glancing back and forth between the fallen ghoul and the "screaming" avatar a few times, the boy suddenly became excited, it seems that this wooden sword is called the "Soul Dementor Sword" for no reason, although it is not sharp, but it can deter souls.

Thinking back to the previous brief description of this item, the boy was even more determined to think that this sword could absorb the souls of evil creatures.

It seems that this time I have been saved!

Faced with the ghouls coming up all around, the boy was no longer afraid. He stabbed the Dementor Sword into the chest of the other ghoul, and suddenly another green ghost was forced out and sucked in by the Dementor Sword, causing the draugr to fall to the ground, and at the same time there was another "screaming" avatar on the sword.

The boy stabbed the ghoul everywhere with the Dementor sword, and eventually found that only by stabbing the ghoul's heart would force out its soul, and nothing else would work.

After trying out the specific functions of the Soul Dementor Sword, the young man no longer hesitated, and killed the southwest with one sword and one person.

"Hunt a level 1 ghoul and take 1 soul value"

"Hunt a level 1 ghoul and take 1 soul value"

"Hunt a level 1 ghoul and take 1 soul value"

"Hunt a level 1 ghoul and take 1 soul value"

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