Mister was a nobleman who had lived a life of great privilege, but that day ended that life. Whenever he thinks about his life, he misses it infinitely, but no matter how much he thinks about it, he can't change the situation, so he is obsessed with collecting items from the past.

Those collectors have an inexplicable energy in their own body under their own cultivation.

Mister didn't know why outsiders called these things cursed, but he liked them very much.

Bang!

Inside an ordinary attic, the surroundings were unusually dilapidated, when a middle-aged man in leather armor fell to the ground, his skin turned purple, his eyes bulged, and a clear red blood flowed from the edge of his lips.

There was a calm around him, but a distorted figure appeared, slowly becoming clear.

"The moment you died was really beautiful, every time I saw you fall, I felt that it was the meaning of killing." There was a self-absorbed voice from the figure, with a hysterical madness in it, and the loudness that pierced through the attic.

At this moment, he slowly walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of the main entrance of the hall. The mirror surface of the silver light reflects an elegant figure.

It was a very fair-skinned man, dressed in a nobleman's uniform with black and silver trim, with a handsome face and two black mustaches on his lips, and a charming smile on his face.

His hair was like a black waterfall, draped over his shoulders and down to his waist. If you don't look at it from the front, you will be completely mistaken for a seductive woman with a good figure.

It's just that there is one thing that is very strange, that is, the body is a little blurry, and it can even be said that it is very light. It's like just a shadow.

He knew he was just a ghost, and that he was a little different from the castle.

"My name. My name is Mister. The elegant man closed his eyes and suspended his toes on the ground.

The moment he closed his eyes. Naturally, I thought of that fire.

Hundreds of years ago, Ash was a quiet and peaceful town with 30,000 residents. Only one day, a group of black-robed alchemists came to slaughter them, and almost no one survived from their swords. That night, he and many of his friends died here, but fortunately he was in a strange environment, absorbing an energy to maintain this state of life.

Mister thought back to the past, and there was a faint flush in his eyes.

Then. A ripple appeared on his calm face again, revealing a strange smile: "Didn't you expect that someone would come and rob me of my things at this time?" I'd like to see if you have the power to take my things, hmph, my things are mine. And your life is mine. ”

Mister sank down, retracting into the floor, unobstructed. He became this soul form, and ordinary matter had no way to stop him.

layer 1.

The large hall was very dilapidated inside, and the red blanket on the floor had revealed several large and small holes.

The walls and ceilings were covered in white cobwebs, and several black and red spiders crawled there. Looks a little listless.

On the walls hung a pair of ink paintings covered with thick dust, and it was impossible to see the specific faces. It's just that the human head inside the painting looks very eerie and scary. If you don't notice it, you suddenly feel that the appearance of those people is smiling into the room.

A fair-skinned man with long fiery red hair walked slowly down the hall. After walking for a while, he paused slightly, looking back and forth at the things around him, and the tension in his eyes was barely concealed.

He is an alchemist in the town. This time, I plan to get a cursed hand and refine it into my own alchemy. He knew very well that the alchemy made of cursed things was much stronger than ordinary alchemy, and it would definitely increase his strength. At that time, you can use alchemists to retrieve some of the resources that should belong to you in the family.

Think of the huge benefits that may be available in the future. The man's pointed chin = a flash of red, forming an eerie glow with his eyes.

Bang!

Suddenly, a great sense of crisis enveloped his body, prompting him to leap forward and leave the position he had just taken.

Within seconds of leaving, a viscous black liquid emanated from the area, and a pungent and disgusting stench floated from the area.

He turned around and saw something black, his face was unusually ugly, and a chill came out of his back. If he hadn't hid very quickly just now, he might have become a puddle of liquid by now.

"It's dangerous, but luckily I left very quickly, otherwise that would have ended up for me. Well, now you have to deal with the things in front of you step by step, and you must learn to calm down. The man was secretly vigilant and urged at the same time.

When he turned around and was about to grope his way up to the second floor, a dark shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and he could only vaguely see that it was a very pale face, and there was a chilling chill.

When the man knew that it was very dangerous, a white skeletal arm suddenly appeared behind him, and with a pop, it penetrated directly through the body to the heart.

The sharp pain made his mouth gurgle and blisters of bright red blood, as well as some internal organs.

He didn't expect that he would really die in such a place, and he felt that the energy in his body was gradually moving away from him, and his eyelids not only became heavier and heavier, but even when his eyes were dark, he could no longer see anything.

Brush!

After the skeleton grabbed the man with his arm and rolled it to the ground, there was no shadow of anything that had been in place.

"Haha, it's another one, I don't know how it's so good now, I haven't been able to catch one for a few days. It's only been half a day now, and there are already two people. Mister laughed openly, and danced as if intoxicated.

Halfway through the jump, he noticed that someone had walked into his manor.

"Here we go again." Mist whispered a word, and the figure had disappeared with the cold sound of the wind, like a pile of dust floating out of the window.

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After Grant collects the Charmit shards, he also plans to find the next target, which is not a cursed thing. He hadn't seen anything like this cursed yet, so he would see if he could get some useful information out of it.

Based on the powerful perception in his body, Grant felt that there should be a very powerful cursed thing in this manor.

He walked on a gray path, the ground was paved with fine and smooth pebbles, and the cracks were covered with all kinds of dark green weeds and small red flowers, and on both sides of it were huge stone sculptures that stood up one by one, but unfortunately they were very dilapidated now, and the colors on them had faded their original luster after being washed by time.

Grant walked ahead and could see a small attic behind a golden arch that followed.

When he was halfway there, a large amount of blood came out of the fountain, which was only five or six meters away from him, quickly spread into the pool, and then overflowed and seeped into the surrounding cobblestone path.

After Grant saw it, his brows furrowed slightly, and soon an excited smile appeared on his face: "It seems that the evil spirits here are not all faith spirits, it turns out that there are ordinary ghosts as well." It's a pity that the very weak ghosts are absorbed by those faith bodies, and the rest are very powerful. Just let me see. ”

Grant stretched out his right hand and flicked it forward, a flash of red flame left his fingertips, and he quickly jumped underneath, frantically scorching the surrounding weeds. When I encountered those red bloods, there was a non-stop snort, and there was a large amount of white mist.

"Come out, Thorn Light!" Grant flicked forward, and suddenly, a white light burst out in place like a small sun.

I heard a terrible scream, and with a bang, the fountain automatically shattered into a pile of powder, and a very embarrassed middle-aged man came out of it, it was Mister.

"Why, why?" Mister never dreamed that the alchemist who came this time would be so strong, but he used a simple alchemy to seriously injure himself, and his current mobility is far less than just now. Thinking of all this, Mister, who had always thought that he was very powerful, also had the idea of running away.

He had a gut feeling that if he didn't find a way to get out of here, he might never be able to leave.

"Let's go!" Mister was only going to flee for a moment.

"I want to go, it's not that easy, give me sleepy, print!" Seeing the other party's fear and the idea of fleeing, Grant wasted no time and recited a spell of light cage and seal. Mister in front of him could only be trapped by Grant.

Grant is also a fifth-order mage anyway, and dealing with a ghost is really a very simple matter.

When the seal was over, Grant also planned to go to the attic to get the cursed object.

He followed the path to the attic, where the scene was as dilapidated as the sculptures outside, and a staircase in the corner led directly to the second floor.

Da Da Da ......

Upon reaching the second floor, Grant could sense a room in the corner.

Bang!

Push it forward!

When Grant walked inside, he immediately saw a blood-stained cross sword hanging on the right wall of the dilapidated room, and the tip of the sword was already clearly broken.

Grant squinted his eyes and swept there, and he could immediately sense the rich cold energy wafting around the cross sword, and that pure negative energy made him very uncomfortable.

"Sure enough, these cursed things have negative energy on their bodies, so they just take it outside to study it carefully." Grant stretched out his hand, and the sword immediately floated and sprinted towards Grant's place.

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After Grant got all his belongings, he didn't stay too long and immediately left Ember Town.

This time, he has obtained enough weapons, faith spirits, Camit fragments and cursed things, especially knowing that there is a super precious crystal nucleus here, and he will definitely get it back when he has enough strength in the future.

Thinking about these weapons, Grant had a shallow smile on his face.

Woo!

"Let's go!" Grant is on his horse and whips up! (To be continued......)