"Of course. Dylan replied.

Faced with Dylan's neat answer, Glori was satisfied. However, since the attack last night, the partners have not rested until this evening.

Now, God has brought the curtain down again, as if he will not stop until he has tortured Glori and his party enough. However, no one complained, because all the partners knew that the rotation of day and night was a natural law - if you have the heart to complain, it is better to think more about how to overcome these difficulties.

It was still some distance from the Broken Wing Bridge to the Desert of Death, and the long journey had exhausted all the snake repellent powder, and even the sacks containing the rations had bottomed out. Hunger, and with it.

Hearing Dylan's stomach growl, Glori paused. He wanted to persevere, but he couldn't survive a night full of unknown dangers in such a state - the vipers and cursed monsters would take advantage of the night to find the unlucky.

As soon as he thought that there was no place to hide, Glori frowned.

"We need to rest, and we need a safe place that can provide warmth. Glori said. Then he looked ahead.

The light of the remnant sun still shone, stinging Glori's eyes. He closed his eyes and shook his head, using this method to see clearly ahead when he opened his eyes again.

But when Glori opened his eyes, the sun was gone. He knew it was all unusual, but there he was looking for - in the ghost, a house appeared on the horizontal line separating the night sky.

For the time being, Glori couldn't see exactly what the house looked like, but he had a rough outline in his eyes.

"Friends, is there a house there?" asked Glori, confused.

What Glori asked was really puzzling. But someone still replied.

"Well, you read that right. It was a house, and it was a house made of dead wood. Iris tilted her head, then said. She pointed ahead. And the house was clearly on the hill ahead, and it was not at all what Glori saw.

"Look, it's there. You don't look right. We need to take a break. Iris said to Glori. She moved her feet, only to find that her feet were a little numb, and her calves were slightly painful.

"Probably...... I...... I do feel like something is wrong with me......" Glori explained in a slurred. His breath was burning, and his mouth became more and more dry as a result.

Then, Glori leaned over at the intense pain in his right abdomen. He shook it a few times, and Dylan grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Hey, bro. You'll have to hold on, we'll be almost where you said we were. Whatever was there, we were going to rest there for the night, and after a good meal. Dylan wanted to finish a moment of encouragement, but ended with a comforting word.

However, Dylan didn't see the black mist emanating from Glori's right abdomen—the darkness obscured the truth. He carried Glori's right arm and his companions all the way forward.

Ahead, indeed, is a small hill. But in Glori's view, it's harder than climbing a steep cliff. The pain in the right abdomen directly caused the heaviness of the body, and it became more and more obvious, as if the feet were being grasped by something. With every step he took, he had to catch his breath.

Finally, when Glori took another step, his breathing became disordered, and then the feeling of stepping into the air rushed into his heart.

Just as Glori was about to lean forward and fall, Dylan tugged at him. At that time, the partners around me were shocked. Then, a deep voice sounded.

"Crack the lock on the door! the blue star needs to rest!" Bryant admonished.

The forcible slash didn't work out - Dylan held his breath, gathered his strength again, and delivered a blow.

"Click", Dylan's magic-infused flaming sword pierced the lock, inertia downwards - Dylan was actually taken a step forward by his own sword, and hit the vertical iron buckle decoration on the door.

"Hell, that's bad luck. Dylan shouted. He pressed the right side of his eyebrow. And Iris covered her head as if she had hit the door—it hurt just to look at it.

"Hell, the lock on this door has been enchanted. That's all I can do. Dylan explained. He glanced at Briant, Andrew, and Zoe for compliments, but was greeted by a shrug from Brad Furzes.

"We've got to get in. "I don't have any interest in seeing you ugly," said Brad Furzes, "but even I can see that this place is very weird, almost like one of the black shops I've ever had." He looked at Dylan and then at Bryant.

"Lo and behold, our blue star is asleep. Bryant smiled. When all his companions entered the house, he grabbed the door and pulled it shut.

Although closing the door is not enough to listen to the hissing of the viper, new troubles have arisen.

None of the candlesticks could be lit, so Zoe tried various ways to light the candles, such as holding her hand over the wick or placing the flame in her palm directly over the wick.

The cold wind seemed to be manipulated, desperately trying to prevent the candlestick from being lit. However, after Zoe gave up, all the candlesticks lit up on their own.

Dylan tried to smile at what was happening in the house, but it scared Irris, especially when he showed his four teeth.

However, it was not Dylan who was afraid of Elris, but the shadow behind Dylan.

"Dylan, watch your back!" exclaimed Elris. She even hid behind Andrew and Zoe.

So, Dylan had to throw Glori on the wooden chair, then turn to the left and draw his sword again—this sword slashed upwards to the right, and Dylan dodged a sneak attack. When he saw that there was nothing, he went to shake Glori, because the unsettling cold breath was still there.

And what about Glori? He was half-conscious, his mind was heavy, like he had a fever. He tried to open his eyes, but found that his whole body was weak. The dark abyss appeared in Glori's consciousness like this, as if he were there. He knew that the cause of this was the injury to his right abdomen, so he tried to move his fingers.

Glori's fingers and the sword at his waist were only a palm's length, but they seemed so far away at this moment. He tried to hold the sword with all his might, but he couldn't. He tried to shout, but found that he couldn't, so he desperately tried to bend his fingers and strike an empty fist.

Luckily, Andrew discovers Glori's intentions.

"Sword! we have to give him a sword!" Andrew said immediately. He knew that it would take divine power to drive away the ghosts of this house, and that only Glori could do it. We need the power of the blue stars—Andrew thought.

Hearing Andrew say this, Dylan immediately pulled out the sword from Glori's right waist, and then placed the sword in Glori's hand.

Later, Dylan found Glori's trembling hand gripping the sword, and only let go. The shadow reappeared in the cold wind and shattered the porcelain vase that Dylan had thrown out.

When the vase was shattered, Dylan raised his sword and slashed down, sending a wave of flaming swords. Dylan did see the shadow take the blow, but the flaming sword wave pierced through.

After that, the sword wave dissipated in the corner of the wooden house. But the shadow disappeared again, and he dived into the darkness again.

Dylan sensed the real threat—the flames couldn't scorch the deadwood houses!" he called out to Glory again.

"Hey, bro, wake up, you need to get up, right now!" Dylan shouted. He jerked Glori, and noticed that the sword in Glori's hand trembled.

Gradually, Glori's sword was entwined with blue flames. He himself slammed to his feet, stepped over the long wooden table, and leaped forward, slashing with his sword in both hands, directly facing the shadow that had reappeared—the shadow about to throw two daggers infused with magic at Dylan.

"Dragonfire!" Glori shouted.

As the words fell, Glori realized that Yvette had let go of the hands that were clenching her right hand. He also saw Yvette float from his right side towards the north wall of the house, the man Glori loved so much, and just left Glori's sight.

Despite seeing Yvette, Glori couldn't reach for her hand. He could only focus all his eyes on the black shadow and let his energy concentrate and take the next step forward, which was precisely for the safety of his companions - he wanted to use the second sword to knock this black shadow back to its original form, and he also wanted the black shadow to lose a second chance to throw the dagger.

Glori then swung his second sword.

"Raging Dragon Attack!"

Glori shouted loudly, bordering on hysteria. His voice not only made Iris cover her ears, but also surprised the other partners. The second sword he offered directly shattered the magical barrier on the wall, and even turned half of the house into an open platform.

That's how Glori made the Shadow appear as it was - a black mud-like mass fell to the ground, leaving Witch Mary herself.

So, Mary the Witch stood in front of Glori, and docked the two daggers that she had not had time to throw—the tips of the blades touched, and the two daggers turned into a staff made of the Crest fruit tree.

Worried that Glori would swing her sword, Mary pretended to be pitiful.

"Stop! you've won!"

Mary begged like this. However, she had already used her staff against Glori's outstretched sword.

The sound of the sword and the staff clashing had reached Glori's ears. But he didn't withdraw his sword and thought about his next step.

It's as if what Mary said was a curse. These words not only deafened Glori, but also amplified Glori's thoughts about Yvette. Glori had to shout Yvette's name in her heart, giving the witch Mary a momentary chance.

Seeing that Glori's companions were in pursuit, Mary tapped the ground with her staff and extinguished all the candlesticks.

"How can you have the guts to stand up to Lord Dolores, the god of order will make you regret it!" said Mary, leaving her voice behind, and leaping backwards, then turning into sand and vanishing into the wind.

When the menorah was lit again, Glori had fallen.