At some point, a large snowflake drifted into the sky. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Snowflakes fall on John's body.

Multiply!

If a drop of water touches a reddened Luo Tie, it will turn into a white mist in an instant.

The crumpled temperature was getting lower and lower, the cold wind was howling, and the snowflakes were flying all over the sky, and in the blink of an eye, the earth was covered with a layer of white.

The fog churned, and a tall phantom gradually emerged, and the phantom condensed, and came out of the fog, turning into a ghost floating in the air.

The wraith was cold, dressed in a robe of animal skin and feathers, with a crown full of feathers on its head, and no face under the crown, only a pair of dark green eyes burning with soul fire.

It stared at John, its cold gaze turning into endless frost, and a strange icy body appeared in the air, and the ice spread in all directions, and everywhere it went, everything seemed to condense.

What a terrible cold energy!

Is this magic?

John frowned, his body trembling involuntarily,

This puzzled him, it stands to reason that the body materialized by energy will not be affected by high temperature or cold, but the strange thing is that under the invasion of this cold, he seems to have lost his defense, and he only feels a biting cold all over his body.

"What's going on, Soul Attack?"

John's expression was solemn, if the other party really understood this kind of attack, it would be a big trouble.

"Zero, if the situation is not right for a while, control your body and escape."

"Got it!"

……

Places haunted by ghosts are often accompanied by magic, curses, and unfortunate deaths.

Judging from the ornaments on the body, the ghosts in front of them were probably the sacrifices of the Indian tribes before their deaths, and when they think of the massacre that happened in this place, everything becomes clear, and the souls wandering in the black fog are likely to be the Indians who were buried alive back then.

"It seems that this matter is not going to be good."

John sighed softly, old Mr. Condon was a participant in that war, and as a son of his blood, even if he didn't want to, he couldn't change the fact that the two were enemies.

He raised his wings and used his mind to stimulate the energy in his body according to the method that Zero had given him.

A dark light emerged from the wings, and the light grew brighter and brighter, until at last it shone like the sun.

The huge energy instantly overshadowed the cold that permeated the surroundings, the land melted, the ice and snow melted, and wherever the light went, the black fog suddenly thinned a lot, and the roar in the fog became more and more sharp.

John spread his wings, and the blazing white energy on his wings turned into a shockwave that went straight to the ghost.

Rumble!

The shockwave slammed into the ice wall in front of the ghost, and in the next second, the ice wall cracked, flooding the ghost's body with a powerful stream of heat, breaking through the fog and disappearing into the distance.

A huge gap appeared in the ink-like black mist, and the silver moonlight shone through the gap, bringing a different color to this world where cold and heat intersected.

"I don't want to fight, and it's just an accident that I came here."

John said in a broken Algonquin, his eyes wandering back and forth, "But if you're going to force me, I'm sorry." ”

As he spoke, he raised his wings, and a blazing white ball of energy appeared at the end again, endless bursts of light and heat, heat energy rolled in, and the surrounding temperature rose sharply, turning from harsh winter to hot summer in a blink of an eye.

In the face of such a huge amount of energy, the fog rolled more and more intensely, countless arms, large and small, poked out of the dense fog, and a cold mist appeared on the fingertips, and the mist condensed together, turning into a wall of ice and trying to fight against John's light and heat.

"Don't you give up yet?"

John shook his head slightly, the energy ball melted into his wings, and towards the sharp sword inserted into the scabbard, the endless edge was full of it, and his body squatted slightly, making a gesture of waving his wings,

"Please stop!"

At this moment, a weak and sluggish voice suddenly sounded in my mind,

There was a surge of fog behind him, and the ghost that had just been crushed by the shockwave reappeared, but the soul fire in its eyes was much dimmer than it had just been.

"Please let them go! They've already died once. ”

John looked up at the ghost not far away, "It's you talking!" ”

The ghost nodded slightly, sending out a stream of consciousness,

"You're strong and special, why did you break into our home?"

John shook his head helplessly and said,

"As I said just now, I came here just by accident, if I knew that this was a gathering place for ghosts, I wouldn't come back to bother anything." He gathered the energy on his wings, "To avoid trouble, I'll leave now." ”

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the gap.

After all, these ghosts are just some poor people whose souls have nowhere to put their souls after being slaughtered by the invaders, if there is no need, John really doesn't want to fight them, and those cold fogs, things that can freeze the soul are better not to touch at this stage.

"Wait!"

Just then, the ghost spoke again, drifted down the thick fog to John, and asked,

"Are you human?"

John frowned, thought about it, and nodded slowly, his current body is very special, but in general he is still human.

"Is it white?" The ghost continued,

John was silent, looking at the figure that appeared and disappeared in the thick fog, sighed, and said,

"Yes."

Hearing this, the ghost suddenly became silent, the soul fire in his eyes jumped, and a terrifying cold air came out from his tall body from time to time.

"I'm sorry."

John shook his head and turned to walk towards the gap.

Although the war had nothing to do with him, after all, the father of this body was the executor of the massacre, and the son did not want to make up for the crimes committed by the father, but a word of apology was indispensable.

There were many ghosts hidden in the fog on both sides of the gap, and when they saw John coming, they fled backwards for fear of touching him.

For ghosts who have not seen light for many years, the glowing and hot energy body is simply an existence like a natural enemy.

After walking out of the thick fog, the world suddenly opened up, and the moon as big as a millstone was hanging in the sky, which made people feel comfortable.

John spread his wings, then gathered them, glanced back, and sighed,

"Speak up if you have anything, a thief is not the job of a sacrifice."

As the words fell, a green smoke rose from the grass that was originally empty, and the green smoke slowly condensed into a human form, which was the Indian ghost who had just spoken to John.

"It's been a place for many years without the breath of a living person." The ghost said abruptly,

John didn't speak, didn't turn around, just stood quietly, waiting for the words below.

"I want to ask you to kill someone!"

"Who?"

"Douglas Kane!"

The ghost said word by word, words filled with endless resentment,

John looked up, a flash of pity in his eyes, and said, "Three years ago, the Douglas Kane you said died in New England, and it's too late for you to take revenge. ”

Hearing this, the ghost felt as if it had lost something important, and its emotions boiled sharply, and the cold mist splashed everywhere, and even the soul body showed signs of shattering.

"Nothing else, I'll go first." John sighed, his wings spread out, ready to take off.

"Wait a minute." The ghost rushed up to John and asked, "He must have a child!" ”

John thought for a moment and said, "Yes, I heard that there was a son and two daughters. ”

"Alright, you help me kill them." The ghost said bitterly,

"Helping you? Why? Is it paid?

Forget it, I don't think a bunch of dead Indian ghosts can come up with something that appeals to me, and, as a friendly reminder, I'm not short of money, and I'm not scarce of your treasures,"

"No, what I give, you will definitely be impressed."

The ghost swore in a sworn voice, and with a wave of his arm, a tattered piece of parchment flew from afar and landed in front of John,

"That's what I paid for."