A drop of water fell on Rogge's hand, and he involuntarily raised his head to see the raindrops falling from the sky, spilling on the harbor at night, and the surrounding eaves began to drip rain, forming a symphony of rattling sounds.

But at this time, Rogge's ears were not the only one, the sound of rain made the crying of the women echoing in the streets and alleys even more poignant, and the moisture emitted by the rain carried the fishy smell of the sea breeze, adding a touch of sadness to it.

"Why do you suddenly feel so cold?" Catherine, who was following behind Rogge, shrunk her neck and tightened the neckline of her clothes, but she couldn't help but shiver, even she couldn't tell whether this chill came from the cold rain or the fear in her heart.

"Don't make a sound, we're almost there. Rogge turned back to signal the crowd to be quiet, and walked to the gate of a courtyard, and listened to the door, and the woman's cry floated out from inside, mixed with the cold wind and rain.

"This is it, be careful, we don't know what's inside. Rogge turned back to Catherine and Tully, and the two drew their weapons and nodded to Rog.

Rogge looked up again and said to the little owl on his hat, "Hey, don't be lazy, stand on a high place and be on your guard!"

"I hate the rain, it's so cold when the feathers get wet, I want to go back to sleep in my hat......" The little furball jumped up and shook the water droplets on her body, splashing Catherine on the side.

"Don't make excuses, now is not the time for you to sleep!" Rogge took the silver sword from his back and glanced down at the blade, which did not emit a strong light, which made Rogge feel a little relieved.

"It doesn't look like we're going to be in too much trouble. He looked back at the two girls, and then stepped open the door of the courtyard and entered.

The three of them walked into the courtyard one after the other, the small courtyard was full of barrenness, a few dead trees fell to the ground, there was not even a single fresh grass in sight on the bare ground, and a dilapidated old house stood in front of the three of them, showing the vicissitudes of life in the wind and rain.

"Follow me!" Rogge whispered back to the two of them.

He strode up the dilapidated staircase of the old house, the rotten wooden staircase crumbling beneath his feet, and Rog carefully avoided the rotten planks on the staircase and came to the door.

He was about to reach out and push the door, when he suddenly heard a "bang" behind him, he looked back sharply, only to see Catherine holding on to the stairs, looking up at him apologetically and panickingly, Rogge looked at her silently, tilted his ear, and found that the crying had stopped abruptly.

"Stupid girl, stupid girl!" the little owl muttered as he leaned on Rogge's hat.

Rog tapped the brim of his hat lightly with his hand, motioning for the little one to shut up, and then hooked his fingers at the two of them, and Catherine, with the help of Tully, pulled her leg out of the hole in the stairs and carefully climbed the stairs to Rog's side.

"It found us, but it didn't leave, it should still be hiding in a corner, be careful!" Rogge glanced at the light on the sword, whispered to the two of them, reached out and pushed the door, and the unlocked door squeaked open.

Rog looked into the room, the dark antechamber was quiet, there was no sound around except the sound of the drizzling rain, he cautiously stepped into the door, leaned against one side of the wall, and walked through the antechamber into the living room.

The glow of the silver sword illuminated the darkened living room, which was already a mess, with large pieces of wooden furniture still in place and the rest of the clutter scattered to the ground.

Rog walked through the living room to the bedroom, and when he walked through the hallway of the black hole, he suddenly felt a pair of eyes on his left, and Rog turned sharply and pointed in that direction with his silver sword, and saw a figure standing in the dark closet.

The light of the silver sword illuminated the other party's face, she was wearing long black hair, wearing a long white dress, and her pale face glowed with a strange white light under the silver light emitted by the silver sword.

Catherine and Tali, who were following Rog, were taken aback, and hurriedly raised their weapons to the closet, Rog pointed his sword at the woman, only to find her standing motionless and unresponsive.

He stepped forward and reached for her with his left hand with the clawblade gauntlet, and suddenly released five blades from his fingertips, which flew past her sides in an instant, nailing to the closet wall behind her, while the woman remained still, unresponsive.

Rogge withdrew the blade, stepped forward and gently touched the woman with his hand, and when he gently pressed the woman's shoulder with his hand, he found that her body was not as soft as ordinary people, but as hard as a stone.

"It wasn't a real person!" Rogge withdrew his hand and turned back to the two of them, "It looks like a doll or something, but it's so exquisitely done, it looks like the real thing." With that, he turned and walked in the direction of the bedroom.

Catherine and Tali followed closely behind him, and when Rog walked to the bedroom door, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and the two of them couldn't help but stop, looking at the bedroom door in front of him vigilantly, only to see Rogge suddenly turn around and throw five blades at the two.

The two of them were taken aback, and hurriedly dodged to the sides, and five blades sped past them, only to hear a clang, and the blades were embedded in some kind of hard object.

When Catherine and Tully looked back, they saw that the white-clad puppet was standing in the aisle behind them staring at them, and all five blades fired by Rog were nailed to her chest.

"What the hell are you?" asked Rog as he curled his fingers back from the blade and strode between Tully and Catherine, staring at the woman with a sword-like gaze.

"That's what I'm asking, who are you, why did you break into my house?" the woman's voice was as soft as the wind, and the vigilance of those facing her instantly weakened.

"Rogge the Witcher, I've come to Grey Harbor to do an important business, we just heard someone crying, so let's come and see, did you make that cry just now?" Rogge looked at the woman's face, and found no trace of tears in her empty eyes.

"Witcher ......," the woman muttered to herself, and instead of answering Rogge's question, she continued to ask, "Can you hunt the undead?"

"Of course, if I don't have the ability to deal with the undead, won't I come to Grey Harbor to kill myself?" said Rogge, raising his eyebrows proudly.

"Then I'm going to try it......" The woman said softly, the five fingers of her right hand clenched into a fist, and a slender and sharp bayonet blade stretched out from the back of her hand, and the woman stepped forward and stabbed Rog with her sword.

Rog pushed back Tali and Catherine, and the figure appeared on the right side of the aisle, the woman's sword blade stabbed a phantom, swinging the sword and slashing at Rogge again, the edge of the sword swept over where Rogge was, leaving a deep sword mark on the wall of the aisle.

"You're moving too slowly!" Rogge's voice suddenly came from behind the woman, and the woman looked back sharply, and Rogge's clenched clawed claw blade slammed into her chest.

The woman took two steps back, and Rogge released the blade, and the five blades set off a dazzling burst of knife light, cutting off the woman's head and limbs in a dazzling silver light, and the six limbs were scattered on the ground and became fragmented.

"This seems to be too hard!" said Rogge, looking down at the five blades that flew back to his clawblade.

Before the words fell, the woman's scattered head, torso and limbs on the ground automatically levitated and reassembled into the woman's appearance, Rogge saw this and waited for the woman to put on the white dress that fell on the ground, and heard her say: "You are really good, I am really still much worse." ”

"Thanks for the compliment, who the hell are you?" asked Rogge, looking back at her.

"My name is Leah, and my father is the owner of Grey Harbor. ”

Hearing her words, Rogge and the others couldn't help but be taken aback, he looked Leah in front of him up and down and asked, "Are you the daughter of 'Sea Soul' Jack?

"No, it's just my home, my father lives on a ship with his sailors, he rarely comes here, only on Halloween every year to see me. Leah retracted the bayonet sword from her right hand into her arm and said to Rog.

"Why are you like this?" Rog said as he stepped forward and looked at the girl who was shoulder-tall, "As the daughter of the undead captain, why do you have a physical body, and why do you want to live here alone?"

"I've actually lived here for years, and I was the way I am before Grey Harbor became what it is now. Leah looked up at Rogge's face with her distracted eyes, and gently raised her knuckled mechanical hand.

"I think you might be able to tell us what happened to you and this port of the dead. Rogge stretched out his right hand and gently shook Leah's hand.

Leah followed his example and clasped his hand tightly, and said to him and Catherine and Tali, who were standing behind her, "Come with me, come into the living room." ”

The three of them followed Leah to the living room, and Rogge moved four wooden chairs from the wall and placed them in the middle of the living room, and the four of them sat down on the chairs, and heard Leah say, "The place where you are sitting now used to be my father's dwelling, and we lived in it when he occupied Gray Harbor twenty years ago. ”

"It was when he was at his most proud, and to celebrate their becoming masters of Grey Harbor, there were feasts and drinking for several days in a row, and my mother and I would often join in the revelry, just as the king's queen and princess attend the royal feasts. ”

"Two weeks later, however, my father received news that a ship laden with gold, silver and jewels was about to pass by a nearby route, and he immediately set sail with the sailors, and my mother and I put them on board at the docks, and their high-pitched singing echoed in our ears. ”

At this point, Leah sighed softly and was silent for a moment, as if she didn't want to continue reminiscing, but she finally continued: "On the night of my father's departure, two pirate ships docked at the docks of Grey Harbor, but they were not my father's men, but his mortal enemies......"

(Good weekend friends, speaking of which, I will tell you ghost stories at noon, like words, like words, like words, cough cough, but if you talk in the middle of the night, it's even more not like words, so it's better to ask for a collection, and if you think it's good-looking, remember to click the collection button, the ghost ship is about to board, and more ghost stories are being staged!)