Pong!Pong!Pong!

Behind the bronze gate, the sound of slapping echoed through the empty underground, as if from an unusually distant ancient time.

Furth's body tightened, and he trembled uncontrollably, and his voice involuntarily lowered again:

"What could be behind the door?"

"I don't know. Hugh shook his head honestly and subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

She had just picked up the right hand of the three-edged thorn, the joints were prominent, and the veins were rising, and it seemed extremely hard.

Pong!Pong!Pong!

The sound of the door slamming on the door did not get faster or slower, but kept the same rhythm, each one striking at the hearts of Forth and Hugh, making their hairs stand on end and their scalps tingle.

"I don't think it's going to come out...... If it was so easy to come out, it wouldn't have waited until now. Fluce relieved himself a little dryly.

Hugh nodded vigorously:

"When the material is formed, we leave immediately. ”

In such an environment and such an atmosphere, her curiosity could not overcome her instinctive fear.

"Okay!" Firth looked at the place where the two ancient spirits had been purified, and complained in his heart that the information provided by the "moon" was not detailed enough, and it did not even explain that there was such a strange gate under the ancient castle.

At this moment, a little bit of dark and glowing dust continued to fall to the ground like fine gems, breaking into two piles and gathering together.

Around them, the almost invisible remnants of spirituality each condensed into a seemingly illusory crystal.

Accompanying the "crystals" and dust are two different objects, one is a ring-shaped, completely transparent, as if it has been eroded, and the other is like an eye carved from crystal, with a faint black gas flowing inside.

Seeing this scene, Furth suddenly had an enlightenment:

Ancient wraiths are ghost-like creatures with extraordinary characteristics, among them, cursed objects are related to a certain part of their life, which is combined with the characteristics and becomes the basis of their existence, because of this, the corresponding manifestations of cursed objects of different ancient wraiths will not be the same, but the essence is the same, and dust is another characteristic, which is the source of most of their abilities, as for the residual spirituality, it is slightly equal to the blood and other materials of monsters.

Pong!Pong!Pong!

The slapper behind the bronze gate was persistent and never stopped, constantly testing the nerves of Falth and Hugh.

The two of them, who were so afraid of caution that their bodies trembled slightly, suddenly had the illusion that the door was shaking slightly, and their hearts were always hanging high, popping and beating.

In a state that could bounce up on the stairs at any moment, Firth finally waited for the dust and curse of the ancient wraith to coalesce and take shape.

She motioned for Hugh to be on guard, squatted down, and took out the three square-shaped iron boxes she had prepared.

After a moment's hesitation, Forth looked up at Hugh and spoke:

"These two ancient wraiths have waited too long for each other, and I think I want to separate and bury each of the things they have left behind...... Uh, in that case, I'll take a curse, you take a pile of dust, and divide the remnants of the spirit equally, no problem, right?"

Hugh did not hesitate, and said lightly:

"Good!"

Furth breathed a sigh of silent relief, pursed his lips, flipped through "Lemanor's Travel Notes", and slid his finger over one of the pages.

The five nails on her right hand suddenly grew an extra section, the tips were sharp, covered with black patterns and symbols.

This is the "Corrosive Claw" of the Bloodline.

Seeing the change in his palm, Furth grabbed the ground and easily dug a hole, leaving traces of corrosion.

Then, she lowered the crystal-eyed curse and a pile of dust into the hole, filling it with the masonry and dirt she had just caught.

Whoosh, she scratched her fingernails and wrote an epitaph on the flat ground:

"For your return, for you, for you, never to be separated. ”

After doing all this, Furth was about to sigh, but he happened to meet the back of the bronze gate, and the sound of slapping suddenly became louder.

Table tennis!

She was so frightened that she almost jumped up, and hurriedly put the remaining pile of dust, ring-shaped curses, and residual spirits into different square iron boxes.

Then, she packed the box, straightened up, and walked slowly with Hugh to the narrow spiral staircase.

Pong!Pong!Pong!

The sound of slapping behind the bronze gate became more and more violent, and Foirth and Hugh clenched their teeth subconsciously and walked up the stairs quickly.

They were getting faster and faster, and by the end they were running, not caring at all if they would fall down the stairs and tumble down like wheels.

Finally, the sun appeared in front of Forths and Hugh's eyes.

They shine in from the outside and sprinkle on the staircase ahead, bright, pure, and warm.

At this time, the faint sound of ping-pong percussion from the ground stopped abruptly, and there was no follow-up.

Firth and Hugh glanced at each other, slowed down, and made several leaps in succession, returning to the upper level of the abandoned castle.

The two left without a conversation, heading back to the edge of the forest.

After walking for a while, Furth calmed down, pursed his lips and said:

"It was terrifying just now, although the thing behind the bronze gate didn't cause us any harm, not even show it, but I still thought it was more terrible than the ancient wraith, more terrible than everything I had experienced before, uh, terrible, in those few minutes, I couldn't help but imagine several miserable deaths, one more terrifying than the other, but not as scary as the sound of the slap of the pong itself. ”

Hugh turned his head sideways, nodded in agreement, and said:

"Well, I had the feeling of walking on the edge of a cliff. ”

Firth was about to say something more when he suddenly saw two streaks of bright red blood flowing from Hugh's nose.

"Hugh, Hugh, you're bleeding!" Furth hurriedly reminded his friend.

Hugh was stunned for a moment, his pupils opened slightly, and said:

"You're getting a nosebleed too!"

"Huh?" Firth stretched out his hand blankly and wiped the tip of his nose, only to feel that it was warm and the liquid was slightly thick.

She was stunned for a while, and hurriedly brought her right hand to her eyes, only to see that the blood red stained on it was bright and dazzling.

"Caused by being too nervous before?" Firth muttered to himself, confused.

It was at this moment that she noticed that a pale black spot had grown on her wrist at a speed visible to the naked eye, under the sunlight that pierced through the trees.

The dark spot spread rapidly, covering the forearms, the backs of the hands, and other places.

"Ahh

Her eyes immediately reflected the dark spots on Hugh's cheeks and neck!

"This, this is not normal!" Furth blurted out.

Hugh also noticed the anomaly of his friend and himself, and thought back:

"Do you remember what the female wraith said?

She said that the previous guards had been eroded by the power that seeped out from behind the bronze gate!

"Will we be eroded too?"

Furth was stunned for a second, then nodded solemnly:

"Possibly!"

She hurriedly took out the potion she had prepared before, divided it into portions for Hugh, and then unscrewed the lid herself, and drank two bottles in a row.

However, the two of them did not get any better, and the dark spots grew more and more, so that their vision began to blur.

It didn't take long for Furth, who had failed to save himself, to hear his heartbeat and feel that his body was beginning to lose strength.

Unable to think of a way anymore, her lips moved a few times, her teeth clenched, she turned her body sharply, took a few steps to the side, and widened the distance.

Immediately afterward, she buried her head and recited the honorific name of Mr. Fool.

That is, in ten seconds, the crimson light in front of her eyes appeared, and the tide drowned her.

A few roars and whispers flickered, and Forth saw the familiar mottled table and the ten high-backed chairs opposite.

She immediately noticed that the dizziness of her head and the blur of her vision had completely disappeared, and there were no strange dark spots on the spirit.

"Thank you for your help. Firth quickly got up and saluted the figure at the top of the bronze table, shrouded in a thick gray mist.

Then she heard Mr. "Fool" say in a flat tone:

"Your spirit has been corrupted by some force.

"No problem now. ”

Purified by Mr. "Fool"? Firth's heart moved, and he was about to ask what method could be used to save Hugh, when suddenly his eyes turned red, and a light rose again.

After a short interval, she found herself back in the real world and back in the Forest of Delare, the dark spots on the back of her hands and wrists were rapidly fading and receding, and the blood that was constantly falling in her nose had stopped.

Turning around, he saw Hugh weakly leaning on the tree next to him, his face was dark and spotted, and the muscles on both sides of Furth's neck tensed suddenly, and his thoughts began to spin rapidly.

After a few seconds, she approached quickly, pressed Hugh's shoulder, and spoke at a brisk pace:

"I have a way to save you, but you need to do what I described!

"In the ancient Hermetic language, the fool who does not belong to this age......"

Hugh rolled his puffy eyelids with difficulty, looked at Furth for two seconds, and then recited in a low voice:

"Fools who do not belong to this age;

"The mysterious lord above the gray mist;

"The Yellow and Black King of Good Luck ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Hugh was stunned to see a crimson starlight gushing out of the void and sweeping over him.

The indescribable roar lasted for a second, then disappeared into Hugh's ears, and she immediately saw herself in an ancient and majestic palace, sitting at a long table of mottled green, with the endless gray mist at her feet, and in front of her a figure looking down on her, giving a majestic feeling.

This scene was both strange and familiar to her, she had seen it once in a "dream", and she never remembered it after the exorcism ceremony.

That purification didn't really work...... Hugh suddenly had such an idea, got up after deliberation, and saluted the figure shrouded in gray mist:

"You are the great Lord of Yellow and Black?"

She didn't look too surprised or frightened, as if she had expected it.

"You can just call me Mr. 'Fool', sit down. The figure with an aura like a mountain and a sea responded calmly.

Hugh saluted again and sat down, confirming that he was out of the bad state he had just had.

She glanced left and right, thought for a moment, and said:

"Dear Mr. 'Fool', does Falth Wall have a chair here?"

The "fool" shrouded in gray mist nodded lightly and said:

"Yes. ”

Hugh was silent for a second, and then said directly:

"Can I join like her?"

The "fool" chuckled:

"It was a gathering that they organized themselves, and I called it.

"There are still seats at the moment that you can join.

"Let's draw a card, they're all codenames here with one of the main tarot cards. ”

Hugh didn't ask much, didn't say much, and immediately nodded and said:

"Yes, Mr. Fool. ”

On the long bronze table in front of her, there was immediately an extra deck of tarot cards.

Hugh stretched out his right hand, solemnly cut the card, drew one, and turned it over on the table.

Her card depicts an angel holding a trumpet and a deceased waiting for redemption.

"Judgment" card!