"Click!" the quill pen broke. This is not a common thing, An Lina has already learned how to control her body delicately in her long life, if necessary, she can even use the pores on her body to breathe! Of course, as a blood clan, especially such a high-level blood clan, An Lina does not need to breathe at all, and even she no longer needs blood so much. Her body is like a machine full of clockwork, and the clockwork is the accumulation of her previous life, with which she can survive the unimaginable years even if she does nothing.

But life, or consciousness, does not have meaning because of the movement of the body, which is the difference between being and living. Ann Lina didn't just exist, she lived in the here and now, even though she hadn't set foot outside of this barren ice field for many years, and it didn't make a difference to the people outside of this tower. But existence does not need the affirmation of others, existence is existence, as it comes, as it goes. It's just that as long as it is alive, most of them will interact with other lifeforms, and these interactions are like ripples that disturb each other, bringing more complex ripples.

An Lina's ripples were almost dissipating, and for a long time, she was completely isolated from the outside world, no longer in contact with people, no longer interacting with other ripples. It wasn't until the last few years that her almost erased life had fluctuated again, and it was all because of a person, a human being she didn't know what emotions she had placed on her.

"Cheese... No, I'm letting you go just to avoid it..."The long life gave her unfazed composure, but Rao was like this, sensing that one of the spells she had used had been broken, she still muttered to herself unconsciously. The wind, blowing through the gaps in the gray stone walls, carries with it the characteristic cold of the Northlands. She had never felt the wind cold before, and the cold couldn't hurt the Bloodclan at all. But now, An Lina waved her hand uncharacteristically, letting the gray robe hanging not far away fall on her shoulders in the wind. Is it the wind that is particularly cold tonight, or is it her heart that is cold?

"Death, how funny. The thing that had risen from the ground again spoke in a cheese voice, and it could feel the lifeless heat in the four bodies that had once been his companions. They were killed, and just like that, in front of him. It slowly straightened up, nearly half as tall as it had once been cheese, but its body was unusually slender, like a clay figure that had been brutally elongated with limbs and torso, devoid of any biological beauty, except for an unsettling eerieness. The clothes that were originally worn on the body hung loosely on top of the tall and thin ghost, which was ridiculous.

But no one could laugh out. Even the imps, who snickered as if they were snickering, were left with a quick gasp. Invisible pressure emanated from the ghost, it was like a spring, and all the surrounding beings who gushed out of it had to fall to their knees to ensure that they were not washed away. If Aleiè is the embodiment of natural disasters, then the ghost of Cheese has surpassed all the disasters in this world. It's not that it's powerful, it's because what it exudes is no longer the power of this world, it's unknown, it's the boundless night sky.

"Gollum!" The monster that had cut the body of the cat goblin in half had the head of a hyena and the body of a man, and it was dressed in clothes made of animal leather, covered in thick blood scabs, which were coagulated by the blood of the creatures it had killed. However, compared to the smelly clothing, the weapons in its hands were unusually mismatched. It was supposed to be a sword, but it was shorter than the swords used by the knights of the glaslion, and although the blade was sharp, the blade was pitifully thin, and the cloud-like lattice and the hilt with red spikes also revealed an exotic style.

The hyena-headed monster roared from its throat, its fingers gripping the hilt of its sword clenched tightly. Its thick, dirty hands were too big for the sword in its hand, but even so, the sword was capable of delivering terrifying slashes. This is something that Kailas is likely to understand. The problem is, what Kairas will understand, but the ghost of Cheese doesn't care at all. In the face of the provocation, the ghost only slightly swept his gaze away from the hyena man, who fell to his knees. Its eyes, the brownish-red eyes full of blood-devouring desire, had turned into two hollows along with what was behind it.

No one knows how the ghost kills it, no magic, no movement, just a look can cause such an effect, I'm afraid only a demon in the mouth of a farmer can do it. But one thing is certain, and that is that the Hyena Man will not be the only victim to die at the hands of this eerie ghost. Who's next?

"Kadu, toot!" the centaur shouted with an evil sorcery spell, and with a flick of his hand, the chains around the imps' necks forced them to charge towards the ghosts. Imps are just imps after all, they will cringe because of the aura of ghosts, but they are cornered by their masters, and the viciousness of their nature will be revealed. The dead babies, whose mouths and paws were still stained with the flesh of the Count of Montenegro, crawled forward on all fours, with grotesque and ugly movements.

The ghost's head curved like a night owl, almost turning its entire face upside down. Flipping with it, it seems that there is also the cognitive ability of the little ghosts. They no longer obey their masters' orders, and the ropes around their necks are tangled. The ghost's face had no face, but it clearly sounded, "You have come into this world in such a posture, poor one. Why don't you go back, where you came from, where you go back? ”

Rao is a centaur witch, and he has never seen such a scene. With the ghost's words, the imps began to lunge towards their companion's anus, as if trying to get into the stomachs of the other imps! The centaur opened his mouth to say something, but before his voice could be heard, his body had already decided to run away. The front hooves were raised, his body turned, his back to the ghost, and he was just about to step out of the four hooves...

"Gluck!cluck!" Pain, suffocation, from the neck. The man-eating witch groped helplessly around his neck with his hands, trying to find what was tightening his neck. He soon found the fingers of the people he had killed and devoured, and the fingers he had used as necklaces had now regained their vitality and turned into a noose of vengeance and choked the throat of the enemy!

Dead bodies, fallen to the ground. The invincible Centaur Witch, the filthy monster who kept a bunch of imps in captivity and was themselves proficient in blasphemous, died on his booty. After a few breaths, the monsters that had just besieged the squad were almost all wiped out, leaving only one, the only one. It was not incapacitated by the ghost's aura, which may have something to do with the worm in its stomach.