Count Fornak sat elegantly on the hotel couch, his face reduced to a white skull, a pale blue soul fire burning in the black hole in the socket of his eyes, a black silk that only a ghost deserves, and a bony arm holding the teacup on the table.

With only a skeleton left, he has not been able to eat for a long time, but he still misses that beautiful feeling.

He brought the teacup to his lips and tried to smell the aroma wafting from the teacup, but unfortunately his facial senses of taste and smell had completely disappeared, and he couldn't smell the tea at all.

The soul fire beating in his eyes had a kind of aristocratic melancholy, and he sat back on the sofa, looking around carefully.

Surdak smiled and explained to Count Fornak: "This is the town of Kiran on the White Forest Plane, Count Fornack, I have encountered a little trouble this time, so I asked you to come and see if there is a way to help......"

Count Fornack looked around cautiously, and with a ring encrusted with rubies on the phalanx of his middle finger, he looked very ornate indeed.

Surdak bowed his head a little dejectedly, and said to Count Fornak with some embarrassment: "I have recently encountered a trouble, a magician is currently fighting with me for the ownership of a territory, and now I am at a disadvantage, and if the situation is not reversed, this territory will probably not fall into my hands." ”

The ghostly fire in Count Fornack's eyes flashed brightly, and the topic probably aroused his interest.

"So what can I do for you?" Count Fornak turned to Surdak and asked.

Surdak touched his nose and continued, "When we were in Wilkes City, we accidentally discovered some private affairs of that opponent, probably involving the possibility that he killed a young magician. ”

"But I guess the young magician has probably been killed by Christopher, and there is no proof of death."

"So I invited you here to ask you - will people go to the world of the dead after death, and is it possible to find his soul wandering outside......"

Count Fornack's mouth was wide open, but there was no pleasant laughter, and the scene was a little awkward.

Count Fornak put down his glass, stared at Surdak and said, "First of all, after a person dies, not everyone will fall into the undead world, otherwise the king of the undead world will not start an all-race war if there is nothing to do. ”

"It is said that a small number of sage souls will be revered by countless descendants, and such noble souls will ascend to the kingdom of God, and if there are enough believers, they may also be enshrined in the kingdom of God."

"More people will enter the kingdom of God as believers after death, and they will become warriors to defend the kingdom of God."

"There are also people who die and go into various hells and realms to become part of them, or simply have their souls sucked up by the strange creatures there."

"The rest of the people still have to resist being robbed of their souls by demons, and finally those souls who are still obsessed after death will enter the world of the dead."

"Of course, it cannot be ruled out that there are also souls who have become lonely ghosts, or have simply been purified by the Holy Light......"

Surdak's mouth opened wide, he didn't expect that death was just a new life for the undead, that is, if the mental strength was not strong enough before death, it was likely to lose all memories, not to mention, and it was likely to be really gone......

Seeing Surdak sitting there in deep thought, Count Fornak immediately comforted him:

"But don't worry, as long as he enters the undead realm, I will have a way to find him."

Then Count Fornak sat up straight and asked Surdak very formally:

"Do you know his name?"

"Joel. Singh. Surdak replied.

"He's a magician?"

"Yes." Surdak replied,

"Is there anything he's used?"

Surdak shook his head, pointed his finger again, and said, "No, but he stayed in this room for one night. ”

Count Fornak tapped his forehead with his bony arm, and just said, "Okay, I'll give it a try, I only know this kind of soul harvesting technique, but I'm not very proficient in it." ”

With that, he spread a magical sheepskin on the wooden table in the room almost all the time.

Then, with a long dry nail dipped in a kind of bone black oil, he drew an extremely profound and complex magic pattern on this piece of magic parchment, and as a trace of soul flowed into this magic pattern, the whole magic pattern lit up.

Soul fires gathered from all directions, and Count Fornak occasionally took a deep breath next to these soul fires and swallowed these soul-like things into his stomach.

Count Fornak only took a small puff each time, and then continued to stare at the magic circle.

Knowing that a broken soul flew out of the darkness and circled back and forth next to Count Fornack's Soul Gathering Circle, Count Fornak stopped.

He stretched out his bone-like arm and gently grasped the soul to bring him to himself.

The face of the soul has become a little blurred, and many parts of the body are broken.

"Tell me your name?" Count Fornak floated in the room, staring curiously at the broken soul, and at the same time injected his powerful soul power into his body, making the broken soul more complete and clearer.

"Joel. Singh. The soul floated in the air and said in a wooden voice.

"Where are you from?" Count Fornak continued.

"Invercargill Forest......" the soul continued.

"You died there, can you tell where you are?" Count Fornak leaned in this time and asked.

The soul paused for a long time before finally speaking:

"I died ......in the middle of a copper mine in Invercargill Forest, where there was a vein of abundant copper ore, and the whole crack was full of precipitated natural red copper, and I died there."

Count Fornak couldn't help but ask:

"Well, remember who killed you?"

At this moment, the soul suddenly became angry, and shouted in a hysterical voice: "Of course, I know me even if I am reduced to ashes, he is my teacher Christopher." ”

Count Fornak hurriedly used a means of appeasement and asked him, "What evidence can you have?" ”

The soul casually said, "The discovery of my bones is proof, and I have a dagger of his......"

Count Fornak finally let go of the big hand that had imprisoned the soul and said to him, "Well, you can leave, maybe we will help you finish it...... Your long-cherished wish. ”

Watching the broken soul slowly dissipate into the air, Count Fornak and Surdak took a deep breath almost at the same time, it turned out that this was the truth......