Colorado, inside a motel

Under the light, in front of the curtain, the finger erected in front of the eye looks slender and powerful, and the smooth finger belly is round and flawless, and there is no trace of being "disemboweled" at all.

However, the aching finger bones under the flesh still silently told Charles what had happened to him in the Overworld.

"There's a spell to weaken pain, so why don't you use it?"

Standing in front of the window and staring at his left index finger, he was still full of puzzlement and resentment.

How much pain do you feel when your entire finger is cut alive, revealing the bloody slender bones inside, and then you use a special, "welder"-like thing to imprint all kinds of secret texts "word by word"?

Charles' answer was that it was painful.

However, at that time, even if you wanted to scream, there was not much chance at all, and seeing that you couldn't stand it, the inscription master with a kind smile would directly throw you a silence spell, making you experience the pain of losing your voice once.

"But...... The effect is really good. ”

Muttering, as soon as his mind moved, a faint murmur sounded from all around him, it was the spiritual power under the action of the bone stigma, spontaneously driving some special element in the air.

At the same time, an invisible power bloomed on his index finger.

Stigmata is not simply engraved with a secret text, but dissolves various materials into a special liquid that can melt and transform bones, and then uses a machine to act on the bones in the form of a secret text, so that the secret text and the bones of the body are perfectly integrated.

That's why it hurts so much.

Purification, expulsion, healing, among the three, he chose the spell of expulsion.

Purify him, and relying on psychic cards can do something like instantaneous, so there's no need to do anything more. The healing was about the same as the effect of his life-draining spell, and it wasn't the best.

So the only option is this eviction.

"Unfortunately, I don't know what it can do."

Lowering his finger, he turned to look at the dark-haired Grim Reaper, who had quietly appeared in his room.

The eyes are as cold and transparent as gray gemstones, the black hair glows with a mysterious color in the light, coupled with the delicate and round facial features and slender posture, which makes this person look very beautiful overall.

However, who would have thought that her body was a skeleton made of smoke.

"Pink Skull, that's what I'm talking about."

This thought flashed through Charles's mind inexplicably, but he didn't think much about it, he took the stack of materials handed over by the other party and looked down.

"If you're going to the Waverly Hill Sanatorium, that's basically the only monster on the way."

Death Lady Tessa explained softly, completely different from the coldness and hardness they had seen at first.

"Are you sure I'll be able to find these things when I get there?"

After turning a few pages, Charles asked.

"I'm pretty sure." The other party replied.

"These monsters have been living in these locations for over a year, and there is no sign of them moving again."

Charles nodded, then looked down again.

The turmoil and the church have little to do with the charr for the time being. After the stigmata was inscribed, the affairs of the Overworld came to an end for the time being, and in the world of evil forces, he was currently only interested in three types, angels, demons, and monsters.

And today, I don't know where to squat, he can't touch it, and the demon is considered a chicken rib for the time being because of his own spirit problem. So what can be fought for is only monsters.

Of course, due to the shadow of the resentful spirit that has only eight realms left in itself, the problem of resentment supply also needs to be solved in time.

So as soon as he returned here, he contacted the Grim Reaper to prepare materials, and at her suggestion, he set his sights on a place where resentment was rife.

It was a long way from where he was at the moment, and Charles happened to stop by to find a few monsters to use as seeds.

It was getting late, and some of the people watching his car outside had gone back to their rooms to sleep. Charles was in a single room at the moment, so no one bothered him.

In fact, his money has basically been spent, but in fact, this kind of thing is completely trivial for the current Charles, and the Grim Reaper can solve this problem for him without doing anything else.

They can't interfere with anything in the world, but it's perfectly fine to take a little money out of those ancient, ownerless treasures.

As a result, Charles can be regarded as a rare boss who is paid by his subordinates.

……

The sound of the paper folding was the only sound in the room, and Charles was a little dazzled by the monster records on it, until he paused when he turned to a page with a blue monster with a pattern on his skin.

"The god of lights?" He raised an eyebrow.

"The mythical spirits recorded in Arabian tales can fulfill all human desires, but in reality they are only good at illusion, and can pull people into the illusion to live for a lifetime without being noticed."

Tessa explained.

It is recorded in all these sources, and Charles was actually surprised not by this one, but by another thing.

"...... that can pull people into illusions for the rest of their lives without being aware of them," he groaned, remembering some whimsical dream book in the Overworld.

He had done some research on that book when he was in A Song of Ice and Fire, but he gave it up because of his lack of knowledge, but now, with the memory of the Bandage Man, he can study it again.

"The spirit power can't be improved in the face, but what about the side?"

This is a question worth investigating.

Charles didn't do nothing before joining the forces of evil, he actually went to the church library in order to find information about the upper limit of the spirits.

It's a pity that he only found one - the strength of the spirit has a lot to do with advancing to the sixth ring.

Others don't.

"Keep an eye on it."

With this idea in mind, he kept the matter to the bottom of his mind for the time being, and then was about to continue looking through it, but the hint of the True Eye suddenly appeared in front of him.

【Your Wraith Seed Has Hatched】

……

Charles was slightly stunned, then waved Tessa to step back, and he embodied the black-and-white cover of the Book of Roots.

Turning over the pages of the book where the ghost was located, the image of a female ghost in white had been depicted on it, but now it had taken the form of a medieval maid standing in the candlelight of the castle pillar.

The maid was dressed in a gray robe, her face was delicate, but her expression was very distorted, her eyes were glaring resentfully outside the writing, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from her eyes.

Seeing this, Charles instinctively covered the pages with his palms, and as a result, images came to mind one after another.

Quarrels in the castle hall, infant tragedy, murder, and the birth of an invisible ghost, the possessed knight, returned to the castle hall, brutally tortured all the people inside, and then killed himself with a sword.

At the end of the picture, the ethereal spirit stands in the corner of the hall, at the moon gate between the two pillars, staring there with a sad face, motionless, like a sculpture.

Behind her was a bloodied hall, and wisps of newborn souls emerged from the corpse with a horrified expression.