A violent feeling of vertigo echoed in Charles's mind, everything in front of him was hazy, and he tried to open his eyes wide to see clearly, but he couldn't.

At first he felt the sound of the wind rushing in his ears, and then other sounds began to circulate around him.

The sound of ticking water, the screaming of rats, and the faintly audible barking of manic dogs.

He seemed to be in a very closed place, the air was dull, the surroundings seemed cold and damp, his hands should be shackled, and the cold metal touch was accompanied by rusty grit.

Everything is so real.

It's just a hazy vision, but it makes him feel like he's in a dream.

What happened?

He recalled carefully.

I seem to be standing on the Midsummer to watch the play, but disaster fell from the sky, and the man who fell from the photo suddenly "blew himself up", and then what?

Shrouded in gray fog, his head was dazed, and he "woke up" again, and he has been in this stage of opening his eyes and being blind.

The one who seems to have traveled through space with Charles and ended up here?

"Zarek of the cheat!"

Charles cursed.

It's so powerful that it can summon angels, but it makes people snatch people away under their noses!?

He vaguely remembered that it wasn't just him, but Connie beside him had also been swept over, but he didn't know where it was now.

"I hope you're still alive."

I prayed secretly, and after a long time, it seemed that some effect had faded, and the blurred vision in front of me gradually faded, and everything around me became clearer, and finally returned to normal completely.

Scanning around, Charles found that it was a dark prison, cramped, with a dirt floor as solid as iron, a straw pile under his buttocks, and a wooden railing at the end of the cell not far away, which was old and blackened and moldy.

Beyond the railing was a dimly lit corridor, and across the corridor was a cell that was empty.

He was indeed now bound to an iron handle on the wall, tightly confined in black, rusty metal shackles.

The cell had no windows, and the walls were covered with blackened moss, through which moist moisture slowly spilled in. It doesn't seem like a normal place out there.

[A cell with the smell of death, no less than 500 years old, probably built underwater]

The True Eye prompted it so that people couldn't help but be a little frightened.

With no one around, Charles pondered how to get out of here.

Summon a shuttle door?

But entering and leaving the shuttle door is completely different, you can only take the initiative to drill, and there is no way to suck him in......

Something else?

What else is there to do?

However, before he could think about it, he was interrupted by a sudden person.

Or rather, not people.

Wearing a cloak and wrapped in dirty bandages, only a pair of lilac eyes were revealed, and those eyes that looked quite beautiful were staring at Charles with a deep gaze.

Charles wouldn't have commented on that alone, but when the man walked through the wooden railing without hindrance, he was quite sure of it.

He is not a human, but a "ghost"

The hint of the True Eye illustrates this point as well.

【Fennex. Caroling, a member of the royal family of Turin, a senior necromancer, he is in a special spirit state, and his spirituality is very strong]

[He has bad intentions towards you]

……

"What are you going to do?" Seeing him stop in front of him, Charles couldn't help but ask.

"Sacrifice you to the Great Twisted Gap so that I can reach the mysterious place of death." The "man" replied, reaching out as he spoke, scrutinizing Charles's face, and finally nodded in satisfaction.

Then he laughed, "Don't worry, necromancers rarely offer sacrifices, and there is no shortage of death in the place of death. ”

"But the result may be worse than the sacrifice"

As he spoke, he crouched down in front of Charles, took a pitch-black stone in his bandaged hand, and began to sketch on the ground.

"Not a sacrifice? So what are you going to do? Soul sucking? Cultivating spells? Or is it a seizure? ”

A necromancer, or a necromancer in a spirit state, comes and goes with just that, and Charles, who is also a necromancer, understands this.

"Pretty smart little ghost?"

The bandage man looked up at Charles in surprise, and then bent his eyes maliciously, as if smiling, "Your body will be mine for a while, of course, only temporarily." ”

Probably feeling that Charles was no threat to himself, the bandage man chuckled as he busied: "Death plunder, can allow me to temporarily control a new body in this state, and the birth ritual can allow me to have a body again, unique, strange, complete, full of potential, no one knows." ”

As he spoke, he glanced up at Charles, "The premise is that a man and a woman have sex with each other, and you are blessed with little ghosts." ”

"So you're here with Connie?"

"Is her name Connie? The name of the good soil ......" tsk, the bandage man's hand continued to move, and a magic array faintly formed on the ground.

"Aren't you afraid of being found again by the church?"

"Those bastards aren't that fast." The bandage man's lilac eyes looked at Xia Er faintly and said, "Taking advantage of the gap, I crossed the entire Durin Kingdom, and here is a month's journey from the Poison Dragon Sea. ”

Charles's heart sank.

Although he felt that he had a substitute for the ghost, it didn't seem to be so easy to be taken away, but the one in front of him was not a seizure, but a "possession".

Who knows how this possession is?

"Why me?" He couldn't help but ask.

There were so many people on deck, why were you looking for him? I was eating melons on the side, but the pot fell from the sky, which is inexplicable.

"If you don't look for you, are you looking for those ugly monsters?" The bandage man glanced at him suspiciously, and then said as a matter of course: "I don't want my new body to look ugly, and the whole boat, you can still be counted." ”

Charles was speechless.

So, this is the so-called "mocking face"?

Or is it wrong to be handsome?

"It seems that in the next life I have to pray that I am ugly, so that I don't encounter this kind of thing." Charles took a deep breath.

"Next life?" Hearing this, the bandage man said gloomily: "Do you still expect to ascend to heaven?" Ridiculous idea, after the birth ceremony, your spirituality, your body, everything about you, will all be turned into nourishment for the growth of my new body, and you, will only disappear completely, boy, don't blame me, who made you a member of the church! ”

He said this with hatred in his tone, and Charles wanted to say that we were comrades, but he estimated that even if he said so, he would not be able to give up on his current move.

In fact, after saying that sentence, the bandage man had basically finished carving the magic array.

A semi-circular magic circle around the charr, and a complete circle circle.

This scene is a bit familiar, in the world of ice and fire, the magic circle when he "sacrificed" the female savage was a bit similar to this one.

It's a pity that now the subject has been replaced by himself.

"Okay boy, consider yourself unlucky." With the last stroke, the bandage man stood up and bent his eyes at Charles.

He was laughing again.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're Rhine's nephew? Oh, don't ask me why I know, in fact I do. It's a pity for Rhine, she's old and useless at all. ”

But after this is over, maybe I should go to her grave and "thank" her and crush her to ashes? No, no, no, it doesn't solve the hatred at all......"

He muttered to himself, and before Charles could react, an eerie spell squirmed from his bandaged mouth. The incantation was low and sneaky, like the undead in the darkness peeping greedily around the living, whispering.

It's another familiar scene, and Charles doesn't know what he's going to encounter next, but at this time his mood is very complicated.

When you play with someone with necromancy, it's "pleasant", but being toyed with necromancy doesn't feel very good.

As the spells appeared, the magic circle on the ground began to glow silently, and the few candles placed at the tips of the edges suddenly ignited spontaneously, and the hints of the True Eye floated past them.

[Your body is imprisoned by a special magic array, you fall into a petrified state, and your spirituality is suppressed]

The True Eye's hint was completely futile, for the bandage man standing opposite him suddenly snapped away, his cloak falling off, bandages fluttering and piling up on the ground, and a large amount of gray mist came with it.

Charles wanted to turn his head to dodge, but under the effect of the magic array in motion, he couldn't move

So his whole body was wrapped in gray mist.

【Fennex. Carolingian has cast a possession spell on you, and your spirituality is enveloped, and your control over your body begins to diminish.]

……

[Your control over your body begins to wane]

……

The chime drifted by, and Charles found that everything he could feel was diminishing, whether it was the confinement of his hands in contact with the shackles, or the cold temperature of his body against the wall.

This made him a little confused, and his heart kept sinking.

It didn't take long for Charles's beating heart to calm down, and his complexion turned very strange.

Prompts floated in front of me one after another.

【Fennex. Carolingian senses the Mark of the Seven Gods, he revokes the possession spell, and he begins to pound your ghost mask]

……

[Your ghost mask is impacted]

……

[Your ghost mask is impacted]

……

[There is a loophole in your ghost mask]

……

[There is a loophole in your ghost mask]

……

[There is a loophole in your ghost mask]

……

【Fennex. Carolingian breaks the ghost mask and tries to replace the dead imps.

[Failure to seize the house, death of the other party]