Barrett knew in an instant the source of the pain.

He plunged his right hand into the leather armor and placed the bust inside the lining...... The small black tombstone next to it was taken out.

This small tombstone made of soul stones became more and more profound in the palm of Barrett's hand, like an endless abyss that could not be seen, giving people a feeling of unease, panic, and palpitation. And the slightest ray of light from the gap in his other hand was also slightly distorted near the tombstone, as if it was about to be sucked into it.

Barrett felt a tingling pain coming from the palm of his right hand, as if something was frantically sucking his flesh, and the discomfort in his ribs disappeared, obviously the source of the stinging pain was the object in his hand.

It is the erosion of the living by negative energy, Barrett judged. Previously, when he wasn't wearing Alvin's magic pendant, he would feel a slight tingle as soon as he touched this small tombstone, but it wasn't as severe as it was now.

And Alven Mage's magic pendant seemed to be invalid at this time, completely unable to resist the erosion of negative energy on him as before. Barrett guessed that this should be because the erosion of negative energy at this time has exceeded the limit of what the pendant can protect.

When the mage handed the pendant to Barrett, he said, "I have to tell you beforehand that this improvised thing is of limited use." Don't let spells like 'Ghost Touch' or 'Shadow Arrow' hit you, don't expect it to resist any powerful dark curses, and don't get too close to the undead who can emit blue flames, as the blue 'Necromantic Torch' will also deal a lot of damage to you. This gadget I have given you can only save you from the slow erosion of the death plane against you, and prevent you from getting weaker and weaker as a result, and I hope you remember that clearly. ”

And now it seems that this tombstone in his hand has intensified the erosion of negative energy.

"Quick, put what you have in your hand here at the window!" said little Eve, a little anxiously, "it is now like a greedy little pig, eating and eating, constantly devouring the breath of death that pervades the surroundings. If you keep holding it, you might get affected!"

Barrett raised his hand and threw the piglet, no, the tombstone, and it spun twice in the air and landed on the floor not far from the window. The front of the tombstone is facing up, and the epitaph on it, "Hey, don't forget to eat", is particularly ironic.

"Don't break it, people will live in it in the future!" little Eve complained loudly, then crouched down and touched the tombstone on the ground with her translucent spirit.

"Ah, it hurts! Huh, I can actually feel the pain?" Little Eve screamed and floated into the air, far away from the Soul Stone Tombstone, "Really, it bit me just now, and I need to stay away from it." It's so good to eat! I hope it will keep me in when I'm full. ”

The strange change of the tombstone and the moonless night occurred almost simultaneously, and Barrett wondered if there was any intrinsic connection between the two. He didn't know if the change in the tombstone at this time was due to some kind of indescribable mutation after coming here, or if it was originally created like this, but it was not triggered before.

If Barrett were a mage, he might have dissected the situation in front of him, but unfortunately he was just a barbarian adventurer who didn't know anything, so when faced with something he couldn't grasp and couldn't understand, his choice was ......

Go to bed.

He turned and sat back down on the single bed, with his legs straight, his back and head against the wall (the single bed was not long enough for him to lie flat), intending to rest briefly.

After all, this is the home of the undead, and the movement and battles in this space are extremely energy-intensive. And as a living person whose heart is still beating, Barrett must always spare no effort to remain vigilant so as not to be swallowed up by this greedy space. So he's a little tired right now.

At this time, Barriet's eyes had just closed, and he felt an uncontrollable feeling of tiredness and sleepiness hit her.

"Do you want to sleep, aren't you afraid that I'll bite you secretly?" the little ghost's wind-chime-like voice sounded in his ears again.

"If you don't obey, I'll beat you hard. Barrett replied with her eyes closed, "It's going to make you cry like that Corey." ”

"Hehe, I'm not afraid, no matter how hard you hit, I won't cry!" The voice drifted to the other side of his body again, "When I first arrived at the Mage Tower, I cried every day like Corey." ”

The voice was closer, right in Barrett's ear, but it was very low, as if whispering, "I tell you, I actually cry in many ways." Crying when you want a toy is not the same as crying when you get into trouble and being beaten! Hee-hee, even my parents don't know this secret. ”

The voice turned to the top of his head again, "But those methods don't work in front of the stinky mage. Every time I cried, he would trap me alone in a silent barrier. No matter how much I shouted inside, I couldn't hear it outside, and I couldn't hear the sound outside, as if I barely existed. ”

It is true that the undead should not exist, and that eternal sleep is your destination, but Barrett did not say that.

"Later, when I wanted to cry, I would go to Rhodes, the skeleton who was always dressed in a wide robe and a shabby cape. Then he would play the piano and tell me those funny stories, and then I wouldn't want to cry. ”

The voice was a little farther away, and it kept changing positions, humming some unintelligible ballads for a while, and laughing inexplicably for the other.

Barrett looked and saw the Kingfisher flying around him again, winking and smiling at him from time to time, as if he didn't want him to rest quietly.

Sighing silently in his heart, Barrett asked casually, "Have you been imprisoned in that little tombstone over there since you left the Magic Tower?"

The Kingfisher stopped in the air and nodded to him, "Yes, the stinky mage caught me and said triumphantly, 'I've built you a special little house, and you'll live here forever.'" If the owner of this thing can use it correctly in the future, there may be some other tenants in your house. Of course, you, as a landlord, have the right to collect rent from those tenants, and trust me, those rents will make you stronger. ’”

Barrett thought of the ghost-draining function of the little tombstone, but when he got it, it was only little Eve.

"There are other ghosts...... I mean the tenants come in?" he asked.

"No, I don't know why, it's always been Eve herself. Eve doesn't want to be strong, she just doesn't want to be alone again. "In the beginning, I could vaguely feel something around me through the tombstone, from one man's hand to another's hand, from one person's pocket to another. During this time, it was placed on a cupboard, buried in the ground, and after an unknown time, it was dug up again......"

Then, as if a long time had passed, I was again as confused as before, slowly losing sight of my surroundings, time was meaningless, and in that dark nothingness, the only thing Eve could feel was hunger. Then the hunger grew so strong that it almost became Eve's only thought. Then, Eve suddenly found that someone had actually noticed Eve's existence, and he ...... hehe"

"That person is me?"

"Yes, no one knew there was poor Eve in this thing. At that time, I suddenly sobered up a little inexplicably, and then I could clearly feel that you had found me. You don't know how important your gaze and gaze are to Eve!"

"Then you should grant me a wish. He quipped.

"Why?" asked the little ghost curiously.

"You've been locked up for a long time, and then I'll let you out......," Barrett explained, "'The Demon in a Bottle'?

The little ghost shook his head, "But, Eve doesn't have anything. ”

"Forget it, don't worry about it, I'll just talk about it later. Barrett shifted again, making herself more comfortable, "And then?" he asked.

"And then I was so happy, and then my first thought was to want to bite you. Hee-hee, fortunately I endured it at the time, but it was very hard. But now that she's here, Eve isn't hungry at all. It's just, I don't know why, it's strange that I always have some thoughts......"

The little ghost floated down from mid-air, lay on the bed, curled up quietly like a kitten at Barrett's lap, and then cautiously leaned towards him.

"Whew......," she let out a satisfied sigh, then asked softly, "Do you know how to tell stories?"

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