Charles' appearance and departure did not attract the attention of the two men in the small square.

At this moment, dense green fluorescence floated on the lawn in the square, and the ghostly light wrapped in "slugs" had broken free from the restraints by special methods and returned to the original appearance of half human and half smoke.

The middle-aged gentleman was dressed up, without a hat, and he couldn't see his specific appearance in a hazy way, but judging from the fact that he had distanced himself from the old man of the oak tree after breaking away, the master of the fourth level of the necromancer was obviously very jealous of the dying old existence opposite.

"Let me go, I'll immediately ask someone to remove the necromancy influence here, you should know that the things that make them dead creatures are not with me."

A thick voice came from the ghost's mouth as if countless people were talking overlappingly, and as he spoke, he had been careful to avoid the bits of green light wafting up the ground around him.

It's this little thing that looks like a firefly that prevents him from leaving this place, and at the same time, it will cause his mind to fall into a trap after contact. If he hadn't had some means, I'm afraid he would have fallen into the hands of the old man opposite.

However, for his words, the old man of the oak tree did not take it directly, but smacked his mouth, as if persuasively: "I tell you, it's useless to escape, you always want to run away like this don't look like a man from the Black Flag Country at all, I seriously doubt that you can find a girl like you there, if I'm not mistaken, the Black Flag girls like the most are the kind of brave, bold, honor-oriented young men, like me, of course, you may not see this, But when I was younger, I was still more popular with them, and I remember ......."

At first, the ghost listened patiently to the strong man's words, but gradually, the expression on his face became more and more impatient.

"If I don't show up within an hour, then even if everyone here falls into a coma, even if you have special abilities, you can't stop them from completely turning into necromantic creatures!"

The Rotten Eye didn't actually have the ability to transform permanently, but it was a newly born treasure from the Twisted Gap, and no one else knew about it except their own, and so did the grotesque old man in front of him.

The ghost's calculation was very loud, and in fact, if it were another church member, it might have reluctantly agreed. But in the face of the old oak man with an abnormal personality, he obviously found the wrong person.

"The girls in Christopher are different, if you've been there or met people there, and you're lucky enough to be friends with them, then you should know that the girls there are very amorous, and they don't care so much about the strength and courage of men.

So I think if you really can't change your nature, it's better to go to Christopher and find a wife. Of course, you need to be reminded that girls there actually like women more than men. Well, but that doesn't seem to matter to you, because I don't think anyone else can look up to you, because sexless marriages are inherently unstable......"

The more the ghost listened, the angrier he became.

Under normal circumstances, a senior necromancer like him would not be easily angry, and even because he had no entity, his personality was usually relatively indifferent.

However, in the face of this man's words, he didn't know why, he actually had the urge to go up and directly hammer this old immortal with his fist.

The ghost didn't doubt it, he just thought it was too hateful.

However, if he could calm down at this time, he would have noticed that something was wrong - Angus. The nagging of the oak tree has some special power!

This also directly caused the ghost who had already opened a long distance to recover angrily and turn into a ray of ghostly light, rushing towards the other party! Forget the nausea he'd had since the last time he had used it.

……

Young people nowadays, I really can't get excited.

See this, Angus. The oak tree smashed his mouth, and casually raised the crutch in his right hand to touch the rushing ghost. A deep green color flashed at the tip.

However, in the flash of light, just as the ghost was about to touch the cane, it suddenly split into ten, and the originally straight path suddenly turned into a mess!

The sudden change was like a dark blue firework in front of the old man of the oak tree.

However, after the fireworks were brilliant, there was an endless emptiness, and after the dark blue ghost exploded, everything disappeared without a trace.

Feeling the ghost that seemed to become ten beings, breaking through its own barrier from ten directions one after another, Angus. Oak opened his mouth, momentarily speechless.

……

"Cunning!"

An angry sound came from the direction of the square, and after it reached the "ears" of the flying ghost, not only did it not make it rise a trace of pride, but it was full of fear.

After all, he almost took the initiative to bump into the tricks of that weird old man, how to think about it.

"If it weren't for my special physical ......"

The thought flashed through his thoughts, and the ghost stopped thinking about it.

The sudden differentiation made him very weak at the moment, and his "whole body" was also full of pain, and at this moment, the ghost was very desperate to find a place to heal.

However, instead of fleeing immediately, he turned into a ray of ghostly light, scurrying from house to house in the town, hurrying towards the edge of the town.

The townsfolk who were supposed to be dead along the way collapsed to the ground unscathed. The failure of the plan was a bit difficult for the spirits to accept, but in any case, it was worth celebrating that they were able to save their lives......

So he quickened his speed, and at last this ghostly light, which was not very conspicuous in the sunlight, rushed into a bakery on the side of the road, and without any guidance, he ran to the back kitchen of the bakery, which was hidden by the curtain, and roared in that distinctive voice.

"Come with me, there's a master here!"

In response, a pair of wings made of gray mist, under the action of the strange suction and his own forward rush, without the slightest pause, this ghostly light directly drilled into the thick sea of mist.

……

"That's all there is to it."

Feel the dishonest prisoner struggling in his wings, but being held in by the power of death. Charles, who had his back to the entrance of the kitchen, couldn't help but touch his chin.

In front of him was a middle-aged chef who collapsed to the ground and was in a coma, with a rich face and a round waist.

Of course, from the blood stains on the back of his head, it can be seen that he is not actively unconscious or affected by the green fluorescence. Rather, he was knocked unconscious.

Knocked unconscious by Charles.

Treasures like the Eye of Decay need to be maintained by people all the time because of their continuous influence and denigative nature, and it is certainly impossible for a ghost to be a carrier if he has no time to fight with people. When Charles noticed this, he naturally thought of another unusual thing about this town.

There's an underground party here.

While there's no evidence that the Underground is connected to necromancers, the Charles can't think of anything else strange about it.

Seeing that the two were locked in a confrontation at the church square, Charles decisively came here and proved that his conjecture was completely correct!

Then, without the other party noticing, he raided the sneaky guy.

Then, Charles took the Rotten Eye and waited here as if nothing had happened, keeping an eye out for movement.

And then things went smoothly.

"It's a pity that this thing is useless to me, and there is a risk of being tracked by the church." Slowly retracting his wings, Charles looked down at a floating strange blue eyeball in his hand, which seemed to be like glass, shook his head regretfully, and threw it casually, and the thing hit the head of the unconscious "baker" on the ground.

The baker subconsciously frowned, his cloudy thinking gradually became clear, and then, he was not too sleepy, he suddenly straightened his upper body, and glanced around vigilantly, but as far as he could see, there was no attacker except for the swaying back kitchen curtain door.

"This ......"

His face was dazed.