Finally waited for Xia Dong's figure to disappear at the end of the stairs, and after a while, the suffocating pressure finally slowly faded, although there was still a small amount of terrifying aura looming, but it was no longer as cold as Fang Cai, which seemed to be enough to freeze the air.

"Huh......" Everyone in the hall sighed at the same time, and the sound that was almost inaudible became loud and clear because of too much overlap, and after doing all this, the drinkers who had just sat quietly at the table drained the wine in front of them one after another, and then stood up and left, looking as if there was a Calestan army chasing after them.

Old Ian looked at the guests who were leaving with a bloody heart, although he had said not long ago that he didn't care about business, but it was obviously not the truth.

Standing up, Somar looked at him sympathetically, "Ian, let's take a break these days, well, it's not a bad thing, at least no one will make trouble these days." "Because of the surge in traffic, the tavern has been drinking too much almost every day these days when the guy who has drunk too much has a conflict over trivial matters, which is why he, as a sheriff, comes to the tavern at this time.

But he is also very self-aware, the average drunk mercenary can help himself, but the one upstairs, hehe, he still wants to live to see his daughter get married, this big man has to pretend not to see it even if he demolishes the tavern, chivalry is good, but it doesn't mean that he has the courage to die.

Wanting to cry and watch Somar leave, Ian suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps of "Oo......oo ”

Thinking of the terrifying figure just now, Ian suddenly shuddered again, and hurriedly ordered the kitchen behind, "Quick, pick the best barbecue and cut it off, carefully and cleanly, whoever dares to do anything will bear it themselves, Lato, go and take out the barrel of oak wine......"

Sitting lightly on the clean and tidy red sofa, Xia Dong once again appeared in front of his eyes with a translucent Jesse, it had been more than ten days since the last killing, but his condition had not improved in the slightest, and even continued to deteriorate.

Although he couldn't see it, he could clearly feel that the more than a thousand undead were following him day and night, no matter day or night, rain or rain, no matter the warm sun, these dead souls who stayed by his side for unknown reasons would not leave an inch......

It's hard to describe this experience, as if there are thousands of cold, dead eyes watching you all the time, and more than a thousand ethereal figures surrounding you every moment.

To be honest, even Xia Dong, who had been gradually adapting to it before, couldn't accept it, although their souls had been following Abraham and others since their deaths, but at that time the number was only about one-tenth of what it is now.

What's worse is the effect of these ghosts on other people, I don't know if it's because of their own spiritual barrier or super-powerful headband, or if there are other special reasons, the influence of these ghosts on themselves is always limited, but it's completely different when facing outsiders.

These days, Xia Dong has scared six people to death and four people crazy, and in this regard, Xia Dong even laughed at himself that he would definitely have a great future if he went to the underworld now.

"Knock knock ......" A slow, low knock sounded on the door, apparently afraid of provoking his own displeasure.

Trying to keep his tone gentle, Xia Dong responded softly: "Please come in!" ”

"Master, here's what you wanted." As he spoke, the young man named Rato entered the room with a large plate of food, his gaze lowered, as if he did not dare to look directly at him.

"Put it down." Xia Dong doesn't care much about his attitude, although he sometimes laughs at himself now, which is simply a standard template for a supervillain.

The cowering Lato hurriedly followed the order and prepared to put the things on the coffee table in front of him, but the closer he got to Xia Dong, the more intense the bitter cold became, even if he didn't look at the other party's eyes, he felt as if there were countless cold gazes staring at him.

I don't know when the cold wind blows in the tunnel, and sometimes it even penetrates into the underwear through the collar, this indescribable feeling is as if there are countless legendary dead spirits flying around you.

"Gollum" tried to swallow his saliva, and Rato could clearly feel the trembling of his body, and even began to cause the food on the tray to vibrate, and his already stiff and numb body suddenly lost control, and the left foot that he didn't know how to step out actually mixed with his right foot.

Feeling his body fall forward unbalanced, his first thought was: I'm going to be finished!

Came vigorously, caught his body steadily, and at the same time his hand was empty, and after a while, he reacted, looking at Xia Dong who was holding him beside him, he subconsciously raised his head, and the moment he looked at the other party, he saw countless gray-white undead roaring......

"Ahh The screams resounded in all directions, and even the streets around the tavern could be clearly heard.

The two guards standing far away on the corner looked at each other, and the slightly shorter young man hesitated and asked, "Ricky, shall we ...... Do you want to check it out? ”

His companion immediately took two steps back, looking at his expression as if he saw a nobleman doing good deeds: "If you want to die, go by yourself, I don't want to enter the kingdom of heaven early for the sake of a silver knight every month, don't you see that the sheriff is making excuses to avoid it?" ”

Upstairs, looking at the young man who grabbed his head and crawled out of the room, Xia Dong couldn't laugh or cry, how terrifying is he now?

Shaking his head, putting aside his depression, he put the tray in his hand on the coffee table, and then picked up the wine jug and took a sip, the rich and fragrant taste immediately came, nodded with satisfaction, his thoughts began to fly again, and began to think about the questions that had been deeply rooted in his mind during this time.

Why do these spirits follow them?

What exactly do they want to do on their own? Do they need their own help? Why hasn't Jesse been able to communicate with himself since the dream?

Although she could feel her faintly, and even see her, she could no longer convey staccato words like she did that time.

And the most worrying thing for him is not this, since the souls of the few people who were scared to death by him also appeared faintly around him, he tragically found that as long as it was near him, people who died would haunt him!

It was definitely not an illusion about it, and although he couldn't see the undead now, there was a strange feeling that allowed him to sense them, each one.

If it goes on like this, maybe sooner or later, he will be able to bring tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, of resentful spirits with him!