"Wanderer, are there any bad guys coming?"

After taking a bath by the river, it was dark, and the little splash holding the coral staff sat on the edge of the bed and lowered his voice, looking at the man who was silently wiping his gun with concern.

Every time a man does this, it means that danger is coming, and life on land is far more dangerous than she imagined.

For Xiao Shuihua, who walked out of the Sea of Conquerors, along the way, in addition to all kinds of interesting things on land, the most impressive thing is all kinds of endless malice, which was protected by Lyster all the way, and Xiao Shuihua also deepened his trust in men.

Unlike the helplessness at the beginning, the little splash after growing up has been able to face these terrible things on his own, and he can't kill, but he can still use magic to bravely expel the enemy.

"After all, this is a place outside the law, trouble is indispensable, and for some people, they won't understand what pain is without shedding a little blood."

Leaning the cold iron spear against the wall, Lyist picked up the Sharp Enchanted Oliverite Bronze Mechanical Bow produced by the Jade Leader War Workshop, and sorted out the quivers and arrow clusters that matched the mechanical bow.

Plenty of time allowed him to learn a lot of things, such as how to shoot three deadly arrows in a second with a special magical steel mechanical bow.

"It's just some small roles, you sleep in peace, I'll be able to handle it soon."

"Lord Wanderer, please be careful, come back safely, I'll be waiting for you here."

Came to the side of the bed and kissed the little splash lightly, and Lyster squeezed the hand of the girl.

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

Thirty minutes later, Xiao Shuihua's eyes widened vigilantly, and Jiao Nu hid in the corner with her staff in her hand, ready to cast a spell to repel the intruder, but saw that it was a man she knew all too well.

Putting down the mechanical bow, Lyist smiled softly.

"If those people weren't stupid, they should be able to stop for some time."

"So, that, shall we continue to sleep?"

"What do you say? Little fools. ”

……

In the eastern seas of the continent of Shurima, the large islands that cross the Sea of Conquerors have long been reduced to shipwreck graves and forbidden areas for life.

Fuguang Island, which once possessed the water of life, has become a paradise for the dead under the influence of the curse of ruin, and the souls that do not enter reincarnation are tortured in the black fog for eternity.

Demons, cult acolytes, ghosts, ghosts, and evil spirits are everywhere, and a soul-devouring black mist haunts the Shadow Isles, and in this barren and dead grave area, there is a yodeler sitting listlessly on a tombstone with his head drooping, his legs like a dying pheasant caught by an old peasant.

Feeling the negative emotions emanating from the creature sitting on his head, the tombstone felt a pang of despair, wishing that it could not become a dead tombstone.

The yodelers have a gray-purple skin unique to the yodelers, and the big furry rabbit ears hang down on the side of their heads, making the yodelers like the most delicate stuffed dolls, and the dark purple indifferent child holes are disgusted with everything in front of them.

The small black nose and frowning brow make the yodelers fully embody their gloomy temperament, and a wide black cloak from Yodel City covers the yodelers' small bodies, so that the yodelers can't see their faces at all when they hang their heads, let alone hang down their bodies all the time, and they can't stretch out their long sleeves and short arms.

The name 'Hesterina' was faintly visible in the carved inscriptions on the tombstone, and the yodeler's shadow, with its eyes and mouth, like a splashed ink painting, was writhing and trying to wipe the dirt from the tombstone.

"Enough, enough, dirty, dirty, I've sat there many times anyway, and now I want to be quiet, quiet, you know? It's just, just don't make any noise, or I'll go crazy, ah, I don't want to talk, I don't want to code, whatever. ”

Shrugging his shoulders, the yodeler's shadow gave up wiping the tombstone, and returned to the ground with his waist crossed to do his job, which made the yodeler's face look a lot better, and he went from despair to misanthropy.

"Woo woo~~~"

Unable to endure this terrible despair any longer, a dark green female ghost floated out from the tombstone, covering her face and crying, tears turning into a little green light shining in front of the yodelers, and the ghost's terrible face could not find the slightest nostalgia for the world, apparently tortured by the yodelers.

"Okay, okay, this is your territory, I'll go, wait, why am I talking to a ghost?"

Jumping off the tombstone, the yodeler walked away from the irritating cry with small steps.

"Ah, what a trouble, Shadow, you carry me away, anywhere, just don't be discovered by Uncle Mielti, I'm really fed up with Uncle Mielti's smirks and tears, has the yodel spirit always been so stupid?"

Arriving at the door of the burial quarter, the yodeler sat down on his shadow, whose eyes widened, and he hoisted the yodeler in a certain direction.

Soul callers, soul eaters, fox spirits, candle lighters, and ghosts along the way stood stunned in place, and the ghosts and evil creatures of Shadow Island felt the same breath on a black shadow that flashed quickly, and after confirming that it was 'their own people', the dangerous evil spirits hidden in the black fog turned their eyes away again, making way for their own island members, generally speaking, unless it was a particularly dangerous demon ghost, they would not take the initiative to attack or disturb other creatures on the Shadow Island, which is also what the yodelers like about here.

After leaving the burial area and walking down the street, I don't know how long, the yodelers saw a large dark green building, which looked like something surrounded by several large square tombstones, and the gloomy atmosphere of it made her very comfortable, except that there seemed to be a big clumsy creature in the doorway.

"Go there."

Confused, the shadow scratched his head as he pointed to the prison-like building with his black fingers.

"Yes."

After saying two sentences, the yodeler closed his eyes tiredly and began to doze off.

The black shadow nodded vigorously when his master couldn't see it, and moved faster towards the prison.

At the door of the Nether Prison, the Destroyer, who is four meters tall and as strong as a little giant, is guarding the door with a hideous decapitation axe, seeing that an unknown creature is attacking quickly, the Destroyer roars, the fire of the soul burns violently, and the gatekeeper raises the decapitation axe high,

The black shadow flickered away, and the Destroyer was stunned, looking at the empty front in a daze, where there was no unknown creature.

Rubbing the eyes of the burning soul, the cruel big man reaffirmed that there was nothing, and the big axe gently fell back, and in self-satisfaction, continued to wait to kill any creature that broke into the prison, this was the order of the prison warden, and he had to do his best.

In the depths of the Nether Prison, the tireless Revenant Scribe is crawling in front of the Eucalyptus Tree to record the origins of various treasures for his master, and the years of fear and writing have allowed the Revenant Scribe to retain the skull's terrified appearance, like a murderous mask in a scream, which looks a little comical.

In order to use the soul bone pen with black magic attached, the scribe's finger bones are unusually thick, and the lower half of his body floats in the air like an elf in Aladdin's magic lamp, and the scribe struggles to write in the magic scroll.

As a soul who has escaped from the sea of misery in the lantern prison, the scribe has long forgotten everything in the years of soul torture, and the only thing that remains is how to wield the pen, or how to please and fear his master.

"Talara~Talara~"

The Soul Hook Chain slashed across the cold, hard, ornate Helia tiles, and the Death-Killing Scythe shimmered with a dark green edge.

Under the erosion of black fog and death, even the white and holy jade-like floor tiles have turned into a dark green that is feared by the creatures.

At the other end of the chain is a tower-shaped soul-locking lamp, and the green light that is difficult to discern with the naked eye flickers with the swaying lantern, and it is as if it can hear the sad songs of the soul.

The owner of the lantern is a skeleton burning in the flames of the soul, a hideous black iron jailer armor protects the skeleton of the body, the exposed skull twists with three inverted curved bone spurs like demonic horns, the blazing soul flame never stops, and the skeleton's mouth always has a cruel and evil smile of satisfaction.

"My dear scribe, it's time to tell you about my latest collection, are you ready?"

It's obviously in the state of a skeleton, but it emits the feminine voice of a human male.

The warden waved the lantern in his hand, and a green dot of light floated out of the lantern and circled around the skeleton.

Trembling and nodding, the fear on the ghost scribe's face was even worse, and he didn't dare to slack off for a moment, and the fear that came from the depths of his soul made the scribe's soul fire falter and almost be extinguished.

Nodding in satisfaction, the warden of the Nether Prison gently pinched the green point of light, like pinching an ant that had been playing with it for a long time.

Seeing the warden's gaze take away from him, the scribe finally had an illusory sense of security.

The lanterns swayed, and with the clatter of chains, the warden began the story he had created with his own hands.

"Allow me, my friend, to tell you the story of Wallas.

It was a clear morning, and Farmer Wallas was toiling his fields when a black mist hidden in the ghost ship spotted him, and when he approached the shore, he rewrote his fate, giving him a better ending than he had originally intended.

Like the ignorant cultivators of Helia, he had a perfect home, his father and mother had given him care and love since he was a child, two brothers and a sister were close, brothers and sisters, and mother and son.

A humble farmer has a beautiful and faithful wife, an excellent son and a beautiful daughter, a beautiful countryside, free from any disasters and wars, beautiful like a ...... The most perfect fairy tale~

My friend, there will always be a thoughtful demon in fairy tales who will bring changes to the life of the protagonist, and the same should be true of Wallas's life, since there is no demon to choose him, then I can only choose him, without the demon, how can I become the protagonist of the story? ”

There was a pause in the magic scroll, and the scribe shuddered in the warden's soft voice.

"It all started with an early return, when Wallas found out that his wife was not at home, and that only the youngest son and daughter were tied up in the messy house, and looking at the frightened looks on the children's faces, our protagonist Wallas instantly understood...... My wife was kidnapped by someone else, oh, it's a sad story, bad people always like to hunt for women and children. ”

"The beautiful woman, who was at home looking forward to her husband's return, and who diligently prepared dinner for her husband and children, fell into the hands of the most notorious bandits...... Don't look at me like that my friend, I'm just going through some means, a little ...... It's just a way to show the way for those bandits, and it's still despicable human nature to do all this...... Pick up your pen, friend, because the story goes on, and we all have a lot of time, but we can't waste it like this. ”

With a 'bang', the bone pen fell to the ground, and the scribe hurriedly picked it up again, and was relieved to see that the warden who was on the scene was not angry.

Wallas was very angry, his face was blue, his eyes were blazing, and after untying the child, the man took up the house's wood axe and followed his son's instructions to a place, which was the coast, and he thought that the bandits had indeed tied his wife to the shore, but was that really the case?

Of course ~ not anymore ~

Wallas went to the coast, but there was nothing, and when the man returned home, he understood from his son's mouth that it was his son who deceived him, and the frightened son had betrayed his most precious courage to his terrible bandit uncle, leaving the betrayal to his father and mother, and the little daughter had long been so frightened that she could not say anything, and became a lovely little fool~

By the time Wallas came to the storehouse of his son's mouth in despair, the farmer's beautiful wife had become cold, and the humiliated corpse was like a beautiful picture blooming, and it was a touch of anger in the man's heart, both angry at his own powerlessness and angry at his son for deceiving him and killing his mother.

The bandit was gone, his wife was dead, and life had to go on, so the man thought, until he heard his wife's wailing at night, when he fell asleep...... My friend, I swear, was a delightful and beautiful voice, and with my comfort he finally understood the departure of his wife...... It's not a coincidence, hehehehehe~~~. ”

As he spoke, the warden took out a second point of light from the lantern, as if to turn on some restrictions, and the second point of light emitted the cold cry of a soul-like woman, full of blood, tears and pain of the person who gave the voice, mourning and sorrow, like a whine of resentment echoed in the prison, mixed with hatred and anger that Walas did not come to save him.

"It's a beautiful and beautiful sound, isn't it? I swear, she's an absolute beauty, both alive and dead. ”

The cries of collapse and the sound of the curse came to an abrupt end, and the second point of light was retracted, and the first point of light began to flicker violently, but the warden continued in a fluctuating tone as if he hadn't seen it.

From then on, he was entangled in a sudden black mist, and this great story lasted for ten years,

My elderly father was killed at home, my mother committed suicide in despair because of grief, and my son, feeling guilty for killing his mother, strangled his stupid sister to death with my own hands......

Every time he sees the black fog, our protagonist Wallas hears the crisp and pleasant sound of chains, in contrast, he always loses something precious in the black fog, and the sound of chains colliding becomes the most feared sound of our protagonist.

My friend, no matter what it is, as long as it continues three times in a row, it will develop a habit that is very difficult to change, this is my experience, when I was still alive, I used my experience to raise a dog that would eat people when it eats meat, and after many people were bitten, the group of foolish elders of Helia decided to kill the dogs, that's why they would be so stupid as to let the Kamavia slaughter, it's ridiculous, until the butcher's knife came to their heads, they still couldn't learn what cruelty was......

Everything I say is irrefutable facts, my friend, and it's important to remember this, to write it down. ”

The soul light began to flicker,

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight......

Father, Mother, Wife, Son, Daughter, Brother, Brother, Sister......

Laughter, wailing, roaring, cries of despair......

The indescribable sounds blend together to form a ghost cry, which makes people's souls feel like falling into an ice cave.

Soul points of light floated out of the lantern in turn, surrounding the warden with a painful and desperate wail, and in the sound of chains, the warden finally let go of the sound of the first soul light, and in the bitter cry of the protagonist Wallas, the curtain was closed with contented laughter,

Wallas was surrounded by eight of his own family, and a curse came upon him, for he had brought the Demon in Chains and killed them all.

In Hell, the scribe once again remembered his time in the lantern, and he knew that it was the warden's torture of himself, not only Walas, but also the protagonist of his mouth.

Even though he had forgotten a lot of things, the scribe had not forgotten that he did not want to be an accomplice of the evil demon at all, but there was nothing he could do.

"On the night I killed my son, who had gone mad, I came to Wallas's side, cut his chest with a hook and sickle, took out his heart, hooked out his soul, and in the lantern, I made him relive the suffering of his family, and he finally understood that in this world, everyone has their own ending, and his ending is the ending that every protagonist will have."

Nine points of light encircled the warden's fingerbones, streaking through beautiful green streamers, as bright as diamonds.

"After all the sad tragedies, they are finally reunited, reunited forever, never to be separated again, to live forever in a new home, to ...... with the other protagonists"

The soul light flew back into the lantern, countless soul light spots accepted the desperate light spots, the desperate soul tragedy disappeared from the ears, the scribe put down the bone pen, and in the sudden silence, completed the story record of the collection.

The scroll was slowly closed, the sound of chains became quieter and quieter, and the sound of heavy footsteps faded away.

"There will be many more stories, and even greater works are waiting for me to discover, my friends, in this beautiful paradise, we ...... There is time. ”