"I don't need to confirm again. Vincent sat on the edge of the well.

"Mr. Krent?" Karl's voice rang out hesitantly, "you said that we wouldn't be able to get out 'normally', that is, there is an unusual way?"

Clen nodded, and Vincent stood up again.

"Overtake some people, weaken the power of the curse, and then break through the second layer of the curse. "Krentjan's notebook," Alver was right, the undead were smart enough to switch the key positions of the two layers of curse cracking, and cleverly put the entrances together, but they probably didn't notice the notebook. ”

"Names! To the undead, names are very binding!" Alfer reacted.

"That's right, in some cases, people who can't find their bones will have to build mounds, and their names will be used for funerals and ceremonies of transcendence—Vincent, I wish you had listened to Luna's lessons in the past, even if you couldn't use magic. Crent mercilessly reprimanded Vincent, who didn't know what to do just now, Elph wanted to help Vincent explain, but as soon as his mouth opened, he was scolded by Crent and closed again: "And you! Elver! The exams are ranked first, but I don't know what to do in the face of actual combat! This kind of thing has been said ten thousand times in books!"

Karl may have wanted to cheer, but was frightened back by Krent, and the expression of joy froze on his face for a few seconds before disappearing, replaced by an expression of being glad that Krent didn't reprimand him.

Sometimes, Mr. Krent was really much more terrible than the undead or the curse, Alver thought quietly.

"But Mr. Krent," Karl asked, "I've heard that if the undead refuse to be overdone, the curse they inflict will endure!"

"You know quite a bit!" said Krentt approvingly.

"Hehe, I'm also a wurmite who was born and raised in a harsh environment!" Karl grinned, scratching at the back of his head, and then his eyes glanced at Elver.

Elph pretended to be natural and twisted his head away.

There were more than 170 names in the notebook, and it took them a little time to pick out the people who had died in the village of Diru, a total of twenty-two, and the only priest here, Krent, used the names of the unfortunate people to perform the summoning and transcendence rituals.

Originally, these jobs can be carried out by magic, and it goes without saying that Alfer wants to help, and Carl also said that he can do magic, because he caused the mess, and hopes to help Mr. Krent do some favors to make up for it, Krent thought about it for a while and refused for fear of going wrong.

"It's not bad for this amount of time, one more successful overpass can reduce the power of the curse by one more point, and it will be easier for us to break through - it is better to accept the excess. "Krent stood in the middle of the village, ready to begin calling and overtaking these tragically dead people.

As Lady Milan recites the names of the deceased, people form a circle, with Krent standing in the center, repeating the names of the dead as Milan reads them out and trying to summon them, while the others cooperate with Krent's summoning to offer condolences.

"Angelie Elanka, listen to my call! The soul of the unloved is being found at this moment! We will listen to all about you!

Krent kept repeating his voice, and the crowd echoed in a prayerful gesture of "We will listen to all about you!"

In the middle of Krent's fifth summon, a faint green smoke appeared in the circle formed by the crowd.

"Are you Angeli Alley?" asked Krent, staring into the smoke.

"Who are you?" the childish voice sounded along with sobbing, and a vague silhouette of a child slowly appeared in the smoke.

"I am the one who summoned you, and we are willing to listen to everything you have to do, and get you out of here!"

"Oh...... I just ......" the child's appearance became clearer, it was a ragged, thin little girl, her shoulders were trembling slightly, "I just wanted to find my mother, I was sick, I was hungry, my mother said that there were people here to treat me, my mother could find a job, we could have enough to eat, after coming, my mother said that she wanted to see the work, only I was left, I waited and waited, only my mother screamed in the distance, I was scared... I was afraid that I kept crying, and a man with a boat on his body knocked me down... My head hurts a little... Then, here I was, just trying to find my mother, I didn't want to eat my stomach anymore, and when I got here, my mother was taken away...... One of my sisters said, "As long as we leave the red-haired people here," the girl pointed to Carl, "Mommy will see sooner or later." ”

"Leaving that person behind won't let you see your mother, it will only keep you wandering here, maybe you can find your mother by leaving here, would you like to try to get out of here?" said Krent to the girl's soul very gently.

"Oh, of course! It only reminds me of when I was separated from my mother! I was worried that my sister would be sad, she was kind to me, but she wouldn't let me go!" the girl bowed in Karl's direction before dissipating, "I'm sorry little brother, I brought you to this kind of place while you were asleep!" and ......" The girl resignedly said to Krent, "If you can...... Let's get that sister out of here too......"

Before Krent could answer, the green smoke dissipated, and the girl's soul was gone.

Ms. Milan sniffed loudly, then wiped her tears with her hand.

Vincent slammed his thigh and cursed the traffickers in the village, his teeth rattling.

Elver's eyes were also red, this continent, this world, maybe it was really under some tyranny, if there was still a god left in this world, if the god was really strong enough to rule this world, then why didn't he care about these tragedies?

Carl just looked at Alver with no expression.

The ground suddenly shook, and the screams of terrible women sounded around them, so loud that everyone subconsciously covered their ears.

"This is the 'sister', isn't it?" Vincent roared, "Shut up, you!"

Vincent finished yelling, and before the words fell, the surroundings suddenly returned to their previous appearance, without screaming or concussion.

"It seems that the evil spirits are afraid of the wicked, too!" said Karl to Vincent, smiling.