That being said, Vex was very indifferent, but Sindra looked stunned and tightened the staff in her hand.

Lester knew that because of his talent for magic, Sindra had been afraid of ghosts since he was a child.

Passing through the shattered buildings, Leicester saw a huge Helia-style necropolis with a thick black fog in the decaying steel fence and tombstones faintly visible on the gray-green mound.

"On the bright side, at least he hasn't attacked us yet."

"What do you want to do?"

Vex stared at Lester, who smiled and took Syndra's small hand, and Sindra relaxed.

"Since the owner here has discovered us, it is better to walk in in the open, and let the owner of the cemetery see our strength by the way."

As several people walked around the ruins and into the cemetery gate, the guardian of the cemetery was slamming the dark green ghost on the head with a pointed shovel in his hand, bringing the restless misty ghost back to sleep.

Unlike ghouls, ghosts are full of malice towards the living, immortal and immortal, and have sunk into servants of the mist, serving the tiger.

The Misty Ghost of the Burial Quarters is even more different from ordinary Spirits, this unknown being is more bloodthirsty, greedy, and cunning.

"See? Yorick, your warnings mean nothing to these outsiders. ”

As soon as the previous ghost died, the other poked its head out of the fog, and from the appearance of what seemed to be a kind old lady in life, now the old lady only had a vicious smile, just like Yorick himself, tormented by a curse.

"Behold, you walk around in vain, wielding a shovel, and you can't save anyone but a pile of soulless husks."

Retracting his vicious gaze from the crystal bottle on Yorick's chest, the ghost glanced at the [Misty Chambermaid] behind Yorick, and as soon as the corners of his mouth opened, he was slapped away by Yorick's shovel.

The next moment, the face of another young child emerged from the mist, with a sarcastic smile on his face, and the innocent voice of the child spoke a curse like a demon.

"You will never find the king of Kamavia, let alone change all this, you just stubbornly walk in circles on the wrong path, forever living in the memories of the past, and refuse to accept new gifts, you alone are more like a ghost, a living ghost."

"Bang."

The tall figure wielded a pointed shovel to scatter the chattering ghasts, this time the fog calmed down a little, and no more ghosts came out.

The lonely soul shepherd sat down against the tombstone, his tone a little tired.

"Please, help me get rid of them, don't hurt my life."

As the words fell, a dozen diminutive ghouls with sharp teeth and fangs rose from the grave and left Yorik, and in the silence, only the hideous and terrifying Misty Maidens floated in the air, accompanying the soul herder.

Walking through the cemetery, Lester's voice was greatly suppressed, the visibility of the cemetery was only ten meters, and the rolling fog was more active and deadly than the black fog outside.

If it weren't for the fact that Sindra beside her held up the Holy Stone Staff to support a curtain of light, there would definitely be a chaotic battle.

"The fog here is different from the black fog of Shadow Isle."

"It's like having a will and a mind of your own, rather than polluting your soul by instinct."

"I don't like it here, either."

Vex sat on the black shadow with her long sleeves wrapped and fluttered, her eyes half-squinted and half-open, which was very chic compared to the Leicester Four.

"I hate the buzz, and I hate chatter."

Nodding thoughtfully, Lester looked at the solemn mirror claw and Yu Wei, the mirror claw is fine, Yu Wei, who has always liked to jump on his feet, has also become a little obedient, Lester doesn't believe that there is such a cheap thing.

"Speaking of which, how much did you know about Shadow Island when you were still on an errand in the underworld?"

"We rarely come to Shadow Isle, and we do so a few times in search of a powerful lost soul."

After a pause, Mirror Paw continued.

"To be sure, the fog here is more threatening than the black fog,

Although the black mist has some of the death attributes of the underworld, it is completely different from the underworld.

The black fog is born from death, reversed from life, not annihilation, but assimilation and erosion,

Therefore, the black fog itself has different characteristics of life and death, and the fog here is more abundant than the black fog, which perfectly blends the soul after erosion.

If you want to trace back to the roots, you have to start from the time when Kamavia was founded, the first king accidentally excavated a magic two-handed sword made from ancient times from a magic tomb.

This magic sword is contaminated with an ominous breath of death, but because of the long period of suppression, the magic sword temporarily loses the property of inflicting death, even if it has lost most of its power, this sword is enough for the first king to build an independent kingdom, its blade is enough to blow hair and cut iron like clay,

With the establishment of Kamavia with a divine weapon, this magic sword has also become an important token of the royal family's inheritance of power, by chance, the magic sword that has been reduced to an ordinary weapon has polluted the most holy fountain of life, life and death are reversed in an instant, the body is broken, the soul is rotten, death is not dead, life is not born, the soul and the black fog are fused, and the fog of soul erosion is born,

The only problem is that this Soul Eater Mist is all condensed here. ”

Hearing this, Yuwei scratched his head, and his expression became more solemn.

"So...... What is the meaning? ”

Lester didn't mean to make fun of Yuwei, and said in a deep voice.

"It means that the fog here has a soul, not the soulless fog of St. Leicester's town,

This result is by no means accidental, and there must be some reason...... Maybe it has something to do with the Soul Shepherd, wait, the Soul Shepherd, the Soul Mist, the Soul Ghoul, the Mist Chambermaid......"

Thinking about the key point, Lester's face changed slightly, but the fog began to roll, and from the fog came a creepy and sharp chirp.

"Prepare for battle."

More than a dozen ghouls pounced out of the mist, and before the others could do anything, a sacred arc of light spread out from Sindra's holy stone staff, directly purifying the group of ghouls with fangs and claws in the air.

Under the impact of the holy light, even the fog dissipated a lot, and a temple was faintly visible in the center of the cemetery.

Glancing at Vix, who was dozing off, Lester spoke.

"Let's pick up the pace."

[My ghouls, all dead in an instant, are completely different from the previous tomb robbers, the person who came has such a powerful power, since they came to the door, maybe I should contact it. 】

After a moment's thought, Yorick stood up and walked towards the mist, the misty maiden quietly following behind her, like an inseparable shadow.

The two groups walked in front of each other, and soon met in the graveyard, and Vex opened her eyes and glanced at Yoric, then quickly closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

In Lester's eyes, the soul shepherd Yorick is roughly similar to the appearance in the game, with a holy water bottle on his chest that can dispel the fog, but his height and body are extremely huge, like a small giant, plus the pointed shovel with a very oppressive sense, the pestle there is no different from Lu Zhishen who is holding a Zen staff.

At the same time, Yorick also looked at the five uninvited guests in front of him, a female mage who knew the magic of holy light, two girls with strange breaths and a sense of threat, and a dozing yodeler, especially the young man who was the leader, which gave Yorick an extremely contradictory feeling.

It is like a dead man who should be buried in a grave, withered and decayed, but lives in the world as pure as a baby.

For a moment, Yorick didn't even know what he was supposed to say.

"The owner of this cemetery, we are from outside Fuguang Island, and we have no malice, just for you."

Lester's ancient Helian language made Yorick feel a little more favorable.

"I wonder if we can find a place to talk?"

"Okay."

Yorick held the shovel for a long time, and just when Lester felt that the big monk was going to shoot himself to death with a shovel, Yorick finally held back a word, and his face was indescribably happy.

It's fine to talk to ghouls and ghosts, but it's a bit difficult to talk to the living.

Yorick, who had a lot of money, turned around and walked towards the [Burial Temple] of the [Twilight Brotherhood].

Because Sindra was a little uneasy, Lester didn't follow too closely, and followed Yorick about ten meters apart, examining the misty maiden who looked like a ghost.

If he didn't understand the plot, it would be hard for Lester to imagine that Foyego's wife would become such a ghost after her death.

No wonder it hurts so much, thinking about how his woman's body has become like this after she dies, he probably can't stand it.

The Ancient Burial Temple is not far away, and under the leadership of Yorick, Lester and his party only walked for about half an hour to arrive at the Ancient Burial Temple.

The walls of the temple and most of the buildings have collapsed, and only the most remote courtyard is still standing stubbornly.

The courtyard seemed to be a morgue, with its quaint and elaborate carved columns like empty grimaces, decaying and blurred in the most unbearable places.

The spiral staircase led to the second floor, but Yorick had no intention of ascending the second floor, but led Lester into the courtyard, put the shovel on the ground, and sat down on the brand-new tombstone, staring at Lester without blinking two green eyes.

Lester glanced at the angular tombstone, and had to say that Yorick did have a hand, but Yorick's glaucoma should be cured, didn't he see his good apprentice Sindra all his faces?

"Hello, my name is Lester, a survivor of the Helia civilization, may I know your name?"

Stunned, Yorick took off his thick hood, rubbed his thick beard again, twisted his face as if he was constipated, and after a while, his mouth pursed.

"Yorick."

While waiting, Lester, who also wanted to scratch his ears and cheeks, understood that this exchange might be a little difficult.

Yorick is a little autistic, if he doesn't get into a relationship first, he directly asks Yorick for the holy water in the crystal bottle, and then he can't speak, I'm afraid that he will be so anxious that Yorick will directly hit people with a tombstone.

Taking a deep breath, Lester tried to calm his tone and said sincerely.

"My men have been a nuisance, thank you for your mercy."

"No, it's fine."

After a few words, Yorick, who had tried to treat Smiling Lester as a ghoul, let go a little, not as restrained as before.

"It's dangerous here, and you should stay away."

Lester sighed.

"How can there be a safe place on Fuguang Island today...... I wonder if Lord Yorick knows about the Cult of Light? ”

Yorick was stunned for a moment, then nodded,

Like the Twilight Brotherhood, the Cult of Light is a native order of Fuguang Island, but the difference is that the members of the Cult of Light are magically gifted, mages who believe in light and justice.

The Twilight Brotherhood is the funeral society of Fuguang Island, focusing on providing one-stop service for the deceased with the grave digging shovel in hand, and professionally carrying the coffin for 30 years, ensuring that you will sleep when you arrive at the coffin, and die when you sleep, which is not very popular.

And himself, the most unpopular monk in the unpopular Twilight Brotherhood.

Noticing that Yorick had lowered his head, knowing that he was on the right track, Lester continued.

"Don't hide it from Your Excellency, I am an existing member of the Sect of Light, I rebuilt the Sentinels of Light to restore Fuguang Island, and I am committed to finding the ruined factors of Fuguang Island, which is the main reason why my subordinates came to disturb you,

I need to unite all the forces that can unite, all my companions who are willing to resist the black fog and eliminate the ghosts,

Lord Yorick is what I want to find a companion for, and I need your help. ”

Hearing this, Yorick looked at Leicester with some surprise, reversing the Ruined King to rebuild Fuguang Island, isn't this the result of his efforts?

But he can't even go out of the cemetery, so he can only guard this tomb and the ancient temple for so many years, how can he realize his wish?

"You, found, reversed, way?"

Lester shook his head.

"Not yet, but I already know where Foyego, the source of ruin, is."

Yorick whispered, undisguised his disappointment.

"I, no way, get out of here."

"Why?"

"I'll leave, Mist, and she'll die."

Yorick pointed to the misty maiden beside him, for so many years, only this talkant ghoul had accompanied him, and letting the ghoul die was something he absolutely could not accept.

Lester frowned, not expecting that it was Foyego's wife who became Yorick's bondage.

Use Isold's body to trap Yorick in the Soul Eclipse Mist and slowly consume the holy water energy on Yorik's chest, until the holy water disappears, Yorick will be swallowed and assimilated by the black mist, and then what kind of existence will Foyego's wife's body become?

There is no doubt that this is a big game of chess.

Lester believes that even Morde Caesar does not have this ability, after all, Maude Caesar will not know that the killer sent by LeBlanc to Camavia will inadvertently kill the target's wife, thus indirectly causing the ruins of Fuguang Island.

Not daring to think much about the cause and effect, Lester was a little troubled about how to pry this rather crucial part.

I used to think that if Yorick didn't give the holy water, he would grab it directly, but now it seems that not only can't he grab it, but he also has to keep Yorick's holy water.

In this way, the sacred tree becomes a problem again.

Things got more troublesome.

(End of chapter)