Roland saw that there was a black fog all around, which made his vision very unwide.

Roland vaguely saw a black shadow hanging in the air leaning against the corner of the wall, Rand was pinched by the black shadow and pressed against the wall, his feet dangling in the air, his expression struggling and painful!

Due to the limited vision, the shadow turned his back to Roland, so that Roland couldn't see the shadow clearly, and could only vaguely see that his hair was very black, very long, and dragged to the ground. And those voices just now should also come from the shadows.

Roland hurriedly picked up an iron rod on the ground nearby and threw it at the black shadow, only to find that the iron rod had passed through the shadow's body and landed on the ground!

At this time, Rand struggled in pain again, and his face turned a little blue. The black shadow still didn't seem to notice Roland, still pinching Rand tightly, and said in his mouth: "Laurie...... Laurie...... Die...... Die for it......"

Roland rushed to the front, trying to reach for the shadow, but he found that he couldn't touch him just like before!

Roland got closer and found that through the shadow's body, he could faintly see the debris piled up on the ground, and the other party was not an entity, and the body was translucent!

Calm down, be sure to calm down!

Roland reminded himself as he tried to calm down and think about what to do.

It looks like that thing shouldn't be human, so what is it?

Roland tried hard to recall the literature and materials he had read, but found that he was a little panicked, his mind was blank, and he couldn't think of anything!

What to do?

Roland raised his hand and released the spell in the direction of the black shadow, and a thunderbolt of light pierced the black shadow's body!

The black shadow turned his head and glared at Roland, but he didn't have the slightest intention of letting go of Rand's hand, but pinched it even tighter!

At this time, Roland saw the other party's appearance a little clearly. It was a human face, extremely pale, with a hideous and terrifying expression, and its eyes glowed with a faint green light!

"Damn...... You all deserve ...... damn it," the shadow whispered to himself, and he could hear his teeth chattering. He raised his hand violently, and Roland only felt that his body was thrown into the air, and he fell to the ground fiercely.

Roland only felt a coolness on his back, followed by a tingling sensation that invaded the bone marrow!

Roland soon understood that he had been stabbed by steel spikes scattered on the ground, and his body suddenly seemed to fall apart and could not move. The ground was cold and biting, making Roland's whole person feel cold, but he could feel a little warmth and softness on his right hand!

That's his hair!

I don't know if it's because of the pain in his back, Roland's head actually began to calm down again.

That thing was a spirit, and neither spells nor physical attacks had any effect on him. But why is it that the hair you touch is real and palpable?

Roland didn't have time to think about it, he just felt that the reason didn't matter, the important thing was that he could touch the other party now!

Roland struggled to sit up and looked at his surroundings.

It was not easy for the spirit to get out of the door, but on the other side of the dark room there was another abandoned secret door. The door was also hidden, and some faint light could be seen through the crack in the door, so it shouldn't be a dead end.

Roland glanced back at the spirit, who didn't seem to have taken him seriously at all. After the spirit knocked Roland to the ground, it was as if he didn't exist. And Rand, I don't know if it's because of fainting, is no longer struggling.

Roland settled down, calculated the distance between himself and the spirit, and then grabbed the hair on the ground. A ball of fire instantly formed on Roland's hand, and it quickly moved up in the direction of his hair, heading straight for the head of the spirit!

The spirit struggled all at once, and then clutched its head and went crazy! Rand slid to the ground in an instant. The tremendous impact shook him awake in one fell swoop. Rand coughed violently, Roland endured the huge pain in his back, helped Rand up, and took advantage of the chaos to move towards the secret door inside.

After passing through the secret door, Roland felt collapsed and collapsed to the ground.

Rand came to his senses a little, and he looked at Roland covered in blood, and panicked. After Roland asked him to help remove the steel nail from his back, he burned the wound with fire, and Roland felt slightly better.

The spirit didn't chase it anymore, and may have burned out by now.

After the two of them rested for a while, Rand helped Roland to move inside. It's also a long passage, and you can see some faint light in the distance.

Rand looked at Roland's hand and said worriedly, "Your hand hurts." ”

Roland only then noticed the stinging pain in his palms, and it seemed that when he burned his hair just now, he also burned himself.

"It's just a skin injury, it doesn't matter. Roland raised his head and said weakly, "By the way, do you know what the origin of that thing was just now?"

Rand said, "I probably know," and then he pointed to his neck, and said, "You see he just kept pinching me, and he really wanted to strangle me to death, but there was no fingerprint on my neck, do you know why?"

"Why?"

"That's because he didn't touch me at all! As he spoke, Rand paused and helped Roland again to make him feel a little more comfortable: "This means that not only can we not touch him, but he can't actually touch us directly. Do you remember how this creature was described in the "Chronicles of the Continent" that we studied in the academy before?"

Roland thought for a moment and said, "Ethereal and invisible, invisible, yes...... The undead of the Nightland. ”

Rand continued: "The book says that the undead are a distorted species that should not exist, an abnormal state in which other creatures are blind to death, have resentments, and whose souls cannot die smoothly and wander in the ordinary world. In the beginning, they were very few in number. But with the bloody battles between various races, and some other things, the number of undead gradually increased. Because they are not good at facing the sun, they live in the dark nocturnal forests all year round, and eventually a new group is formed. I thought it was just a legend, but I didn't expect it to be true! The book also says that the spirits of the dead are irritable, aggressive, and frantic after death because of the pain and resentment of their time on earth. Isn't that very consistent with him? The Laurie he had been shouting about just now was probably referring to the founding emperor of the Moon Country, my ancestor. You've seen Laurie's portrait in the tunnel, and you know that he looks a little like me, and I think the undead must have mistaken me for him. ”