In the dark.

Out of nowhere, a cold wind blew, and strange laughter and cries faintly came from the wind, and countless transparent faces with twisted and strange forms emerged from the cold wind.

Young, old, pretty, ugly, with faces like caged birds that had been released, roamed the small room with a wanton look, and then instinctively gathered towards the only living thing in the room, with a look of hatred, resentment, and deep greed.

"Simon..."

"Simon..."

The wraiths shouted Simon's name in a voice like a cry, vague and distorted, as if it had come from far away.

"Simon..."

"Simon..."

Simon was still lying on the simple bed, as if he had not heard these cries of resentment, hatred, and anguish.

He was still asleep.

The resentful spirits that suddenly appeared with the cold wind floated beside Simon and stared at him, constantly circling around him, greedily absorbing the vitality he exuded, so that these originally twisted and weird grimaces became more and more jealous and crazy.

"Why are you still alive? and still enjoying everything......"

Under the frenzied resentment, the faces of the resentful spirits, which were still a little human, began to be constantly pulled and distorted, becoming more and more like the evil ghosts in hell.

"It's not fair! It's not fair!"

These irrational spirits, who had been completely eroded by the negative energy, rushed towards Simon like crazy, and they couldn't wait to enjoy the vitality of the warm body in front of them.

At the side of the simple bed, the roaring spirits surged down with a terrible scream and cold negative energy.

It didn't take long for the spirits gathered in the room to begin to roar and wail wildly, as if the heavy voices of men, women, and children were superimposed.

"Why? Why not?"

The spirits wanted to attack Simon, but their attacks passed through the living man in front of him like shadows, as insignificant as dust, and could not even cause him the slightest damage.

They are just a group of pathetic newborn spirits, even in this land full of negative energy, they can only manifest, and they cannot break the boundary between the living and the dead.

Looking at Simon, who was still asleep in front of him, the spirits became more and more manic, just like a person who had been hungry for dozens of days after seeing a Michelin meal, he could only watch from a distance and smell the tempting aroma, but he couldn't eat half of it.

At this moment, they went completely crazy.

Shadows rampaged through the room, and countless geyers began to bite and devour each other, as if this would make them feel better and fill their empty bodies.

As the minutes ticked by, the room grew colder and colder, and thin frost ice crystals began to spread down the walls, and began to climb towards the only living thing in the room.

The crazy spirits gradually quieted down, and the ghosts in the sky had long since disappeared, except for a terrifying ghost with countless human faces floating above Simon's head, and then slowly descending.

Face to face, eyes staring at eyes.

Simon looked at the ghost floating in front of him with a calm expression, and he didn't even need to turn on his vision to see the resentment and greed on the constantly bulging face on its face.

The pitch-black environment in the room turned into a ghostly turquoise at some point, and the white walls were reflected in a miserable green, and looming ghosts probed through it, and dripping rusty blood slowly dripped down from it.

Mori Han's ghostly aura surrounded Simon like a poisonous snake, and the biting frost flowers had spread to his body.

Horror, death, and cold feelings constantly invaded and constantly interfered with his body, and the world in front of him was like the world in a kaleidoscope, so false, so unreal.

"It's not as scary as "The Thirteenth Day Comes", it's really boring. Simon thought to himself as he looked at the ghost who had rubbed his palm on his forehead and his face seemed to be composed of countless ghost faces.

In the whisper of an inaudible incantation, the face of this fierce ghost, formed by countless geyers devouring each other, showed countless twisted smiles, and the faces of countless prominent ghosts were full of intoxicating satisfaction.

I finally felt it.

Warm.

The warmth of the living.

But these expressions of satisfaction did not last for a second, and they turned into a land of resentment and greed that could not be expressed in words.

In a room filled with endless malice, Simon was completely exposed to the evil spirit like a lamb to the slaughter.

Out of the undead's resentment and prying eyes on the living, countless openings abruptly opened on the ghost's body, and countless tiny faces, teeth, hands and feet stood out in each wound, and then they grabbed Simon's body like crazy, and they couldn't wait to tear off his flesh and blood to warm their cold soul.

The whole picture is indescribably eerie and terrifying, and people can't have the courage to resist.

"It's just, what kind of ghost are you pretending to be in front of me!"

Simon pinched the ghost that was still struggling in the palm of his hand, and pulled its face directly in front of his eyes, his eyes glowing with ghostly energy.

"If you really want to talk about it, I'm afraid I'll be a ghost for a longer time than your grandfather. Simon cracked the corners of his mouth that grew bigger and bigger, and directly stuffed the fierce ghost in his palm who was constantly squirming and trying to break free, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

"The taste is really not very good, it is far worse than those old ghosts who have cultivated for many years in the Yin Capital, it is like a puddle of uncooked and soft dough, without a little chew, it can't be compared to the bloody barbarian ghost who caught it and slaughtered dozens of Dong mountain people at the beginning. ”

After Simon chewed it twice, he spit out a mouthful of residue that exuded a rich dead air, and then stepped on it twice, and the wriggling residue was completely gone, not even a bit of slag.

After doing all this, Simon elegantly wiped the corners of his mouth, and after cleaning up the clothes covered by frost, he turned his head and looked out of the corner, and said in a flat tone, "Mr. Harvey Skar, after watching it for so long, you still don't plan to come out?

A moment later, a man of twenty-eight or nineteen years old suddenly stepped out of the blood-stained wall, and he looked at Simon, who was still half-lying on the bed, and his expression was full of wariness.

"How do you know it's me?"

"No, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about the Lord behind you. Simon straightened up as he spoke, staring with interest at the young mage Harvey Skar, who had explained his understanding of the plague on the floating island half a month ago.

Harvey Skar frowned when he heard this, and his expression was full of puzzlement, "Your Excellency behind you, what are you talking about?"

Simon looked at Harvey Skar, who didn't look like a fake, with a strange expression on his face.

"Didn't he even realize that he had been reincarnated by the reincarnation? This kind of spell that quietly occupied his body without changing the original host's personality is really strange, no wonder he dares to blend in with a group of mages and is not afraid of being discovered. ”

Simon's mind was spinning rapidly, he glanced at Harvey Scar, who was still a little confused, and said to him in a showdown, "Your Excellency really doesn't plan to give me an explanation? Then I will have to settle the matter with Mr. Harvey Skar, use suggestion on my assistant in my laboratory, pull this place into the space mezzanine, and lure a group of geyers here to play the trick of devouring each other, am I really a bully?"

Simon's eyes sharpened as he spoke, and clusters of cold vertical pupils lit up from behind him, staring coldly at the mage in front of him.

Harvey Skar didn't answer, just looked at Simon more vigilantly, and then quickly activated one protective spell and item after another on his body.

Deflection Field, Shield, False Life, Chain Teleport.

One spell after another was blessed on him, and after doing all this, he looked at Simon with a gloomy expression and asked coldly.

"Who the hell are you? I've checked your resume, the real Simon is just a high-level potions master, he can't kill the ghost I just lured over so easily, what are your intentions? And what do you mean by saying that there is someone behind me, if you don't say anything, I will report it directly to the Mage Alliance. ”

"Haven't you noticed it yet?"

Simon's gaze at Harvey Skar was full of pity, which made Harvey Skar very uncomfortable, he instinctively hated this kind of pity gaze, and subconsciously pulled out his wand and was about to fire a fireball spell in his face.

A little spark instantly condensed at the tip of the wand, and in the blink of an eye, it swelled into a hot orange fireball.

"Forget it, since Your Excellency is still unwilling to come out, then there is nothing to talk about. Simon looked at the fireball that was rapidly floating towards him, and his figure suddenly became extremely unreal as if the shadow in the mirror.

The fireball passed directly through his body, and a huge explosion accompanied by a wave of air burst through the small room, but the strange thing was that this small room was not damaged in the slightest by the fireball explosion, only the four walls became a little charred.

It's just that the two people present didn't pay attention to these at all, and in the blink of an eye, Simon's figure had already floated to Harvey Skar like a blank piece of paper, and directly slashed it with one palm.

"Since Your Excellency doesn't want to come out, you won't care if you want to come to this body, so let me breathe. ”

The bright light directly cut through the space from under Simon's palm, and the deflection force field and shield technique on Harvey Skar's body were completely torn apart without any effect, and when he wanted to rely on chain teleportation, he found that the space around him had long been like mercury, and it was impossible to teleport at all.

"No!! I've just become a senior member of Grimm Hut, how can I die in ......" Harvey Skar shouted in disbelief as he looked at the spell that had been broken, but before he could finish speaking, the words that followed came to an abrupt halt, and an old voice suddenly appeared in Simon's ears.

"Your Excellency is a little too rude!"

Harvey Skar stood in place, his originally slightly handsome face twisted, and the features and skin of his entire face were pinched together like plasticine, and then reconstructed into an old face.