At ten o'clock in the morning of the next day, I didn't see Master Ji come back.

Damn crow, run away, how can a bird be reliable, this is the biggest joke I've ever heard in my life.

That's what the psychic said about the undead summoned by Ringer, an undead who didn't speak very well.

Where the crows went, Ringer wasn't so worried, he was worried about half bones.

What the hell is Lingcheng, hell? The psychic explained a lot, but Ringer was still confused.

The second earthquake at the monastery, Ringer had reason to believe that it might have something to do with the half-bone, and he was now sure that when Father Reno fell into the pit, those two vague words were scolding the half-bone.

That unknown spirit city, what happened, and which crow should the answer lie in.

Okay, I'll wait for you to come back, Ji-sama.

Ringer had a gut feeling that this ugly crow would come back.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the crow returned.

It flew in through the window, and as soon as it came in, it said, 'Ah, it's better to be in the bright world, it's better to be in the bright world, the air is too fresh, it's just that the sun is too dazzling, and it hurts my eyes, and I'm afraid that the sun will hurt my keen eyes.'" “

Ringer wanted to throw up.

"Even your sharp eyes, do you have short-sightedness?"

"What is myopia?"

Ringer didn't want to explain to a crow what short-sightedness was, so he asked, "Is your master in danger?"

"I don't know, he entered the castle of the city lord, a very high castle, only the hell dragon can fly into it."

"Hell Dragon, did you see Hell Dragon?"

"Of course, of course, I saw two, and the shadow can crush people."

"Hell Dragon, is it the city lord of Spirit City?"

"No, the Hell Dragon is the pet of the city lord, it's a pet."

Ringer was shocked and asked, 'I heard that the Hell Dragon is the master of the undead world, why did any city lord come out?' Have you seen the Spirit City Lord? ’

"No, I haven't seen him, very few people can see him, and everyone who sees him will die."

"Why?"

"I don't know, anyway, everyone who sees his true face has to die, he died very miserably, that's it, no, I'm going to rest, ah, there are endless delicacies in the bright world, I'm overwhelmed, I want to sleep, I want to sleep."

After saying this, the thing flapped its wings and flew out of the window again.

Ringer watched its comical and arduous flight, and wondered if it would fall out of the air.

The psychic came back from the kitchen with some food.

"Monk, who were you talking to?"

"Raven, Hime-sama."

"It also knows that when you come back, your undead don't listen to your command at all, monk, you are too failed to get a crow, I don't understand, when you deal with bandits, how do you control those skeletons, and how do you control the grizzly bear you summoned."

Ringer learned the crow's tone and snorted, "I don't know. ”

The answer was crisp and neat, without any delay.

The monk put the food down and said, 'You have to give it some color, it can't be so willful, willfulness kills.' ’

"It's a talking crow."

"Okay, willfulness will kill a disobedient crow, where did it go?"

"I don't know, I flew away."

"Oh, not just willful, but elusive."

At night, Ringer lies in bed, reading, he likes to read now, there is no TV, no Internet, the best pastime is to read.

Who was that dark shadow last night, Ringer decided to wait another night, he needed to make everything a little clearer.

The bounty notice did not say what demon was hunted, and Ringer couldn't figure out what had happened in the castle, whether it was a dead person, or a person who was frightened and frightened into a madman, or whether a person was missing or missing. Glamorous e-books

So far, nothing is known, and the psychic has no idea what is going on inside the castle.

The appearance of the red crow, what kind of spirit city and what city lord appeared, although these things have nothing to do with the ancient castle, but this also made Ringer mutter in his heart.

On his desk was the wood-splitting axe.

With a book in one hand and an axe in the other, he listened to the movement outside with both ears.

Time passed quietly, Ringer didn't look at his pocket watch, and in the corridor, there was a rhythmic footstep.

He put the book down, grabbed the axe, and went to the door, his ears pressed to it. Footsteps, just stopped at the door.

He will hold the axe in both hands.

Then, he stepped back, he was afraid that the other party would kick the door.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, the sound of heavy footsteps left. Ringer yelled, opened the door, and rushed out.

The shadow was on the other side of the stairs, quickly disappearing.

Damn, you're running fast!

The psychic heard Ringer's roar and ran out of the room, gun in hand.

"Is that the guy from last night?"

Ringer shook his head: "Maybe, listening to the footsteps, it's very heavy, strange, why did it disappear all of a sudden?" ”

Ringer wondered if there was a trap in the staircase.

After such a toss, neither Ringer nor the psychic was sleepy, and the two sat in Ringer's room and drank.

At five o'clock in the morning, they went to bed.

Although the black shadow at night was sneaky, at present, it could not cause substantial damage to the two of them, and it was Ringer who chased him and cut it when he took a step back.

Ringer slept all morning, and when he woke up, he found the crow back, lying on the table like a dead crow.

'What's going on?'

Ringer got up to check, and after a while, the crow was not dead, as if asleep.

Ringer saw for the first time how crows slept, and it was interesting.

He burst out laughing.

This laugh woke the crow up, and it fluttered twice and stood up.

"What do you want to do, murder me?"

Ringer: "I'll murder you, pull you down, just your bones, a gust of wind can kill you." ”

"I'm sharp."

The crow puffed out its chest. Ringer looked at it and shook his head pitifully: "Okay, you are very sharp, go play, this is my room." ”

"You're driving me?"

Ringer didn't want to say anything more to the retarded crow, even though he did.

He picked up the book, too lazy to say more.

But he remembered something, and asked, 'Your sleeping position is too enchanting, is that how crows sleep?' ’

"What's wrong with my sleeping position? I was drunk to do this. ”

Ringer realized that the little wine he had left in his glass last night had bottomed out.

"You don't work for me, and you still steal my wine?"

"I'm sorry, it's so delicious, I can't help but drink it."

Ringer closed the book and asked with a smile, "Do you still want to drink?" “

"Of course, it's delicious."

"Okay, as long as you help us keep an eye on it at night, I'll give you a drink."

The crow's head twisted from side to side twice: "Do you want to buy me with a glass of wine?" ”