Chapter 0121 Immature Banshee

"The master contacted me."

The ghost sensed Li Xun's call, stepped up the movement of his hand, and the sharp moon wheel quickly slashed out, breaking a large hole on the opposite soul-bound corpse, and the lightless blade in the other hand took the opportunity to quickly stab, instantly extinguishing the opponent's soul fire.

Just made a mistake with the other party, and an undead as high as level 7 fell silently.

The ghost looked around, in front of him was a dry and rotten ** earth, everything withered, the original large jungle has been transformed into a ghost forest that everyone hates, all kinds of wails and sinister laughter continue to sound, there is never a moment of tranquility.

It's not a good place to talk!

The ghost had to turn around and retreat for a while, find an abandoned thatched hut, hide in a dark corner, and begin to sink his mind into the soul connection.

"Ghost, are you alright?"

"Okay."

"How far are we from the goal? Is there anything new? ”

"It's here, enter tomorrow."

"Uh......, stay safe." The concise answer made Li Xun not know what to ask next. deliberately went to shush the cold and ask for warmth, as if it did not belong to his own style, Li Xun could only cut off the contact in a curt.

The ghost didn't think there was anything wrong with that!

If you have something to talk about, you have nothing to do, this is a positive attitude that does not waste your life.

I have already arrived at the destination Ghost Jungle, and further on is the territory of the level 17 resentful banshee Livre, and I will have to disguise myself as a spirit, and then the black crystal armor will no longer be used. The thought of coming out of the dark crystal armor that had always wrapped around him made the ghost feel uncomfortable, just like the owner said "running naked".

It's such a terrible feeling!

Dumbfounded for a moment, the ghost sighed, though she didn't know why she was sighing. With a slight shake of his body, the stomach-like black crystal slowly faded, and turned into a hazy black gauze dress wrapped around the ghost's white and weak body.

The ghost's delicate face was also revealed in this world for the first time.

This is a tall woman, the black light gauze outlines her delicate and convex figure, but outside the long skirt, her arms and face show a long-lost whiteness, looking a little pale, her face is delicate and delicate, a pair of black eyebrows that are obliquely inserted into the sideburns look a little too fierce, but the red cherry lips make up for this loss, and the long hair of the black shawl that is different from this world is like a smooth satin, dancing gently with the breeze.

The ghost did not stay, and as he walked, his body and face gradually blurred, turning into the illusory existence of the spirit. Despite this, the superhuman beauty, the greasy calves exposed when she walked, and the silver crystal high heels still made her look so different, and she looked like a banshee who was about to solidify her body.

As a warrior walking in the dark, the ghost's movements seem too vigorous, without the delicate of a woman, even if he wears slender crystal high heels, he can walk out of the majestic momentum. The weapons he carryed, the Moon Wheel and the Aphotic Blade, were also miniaturized into delicate accessories, suspended from a small belt, and stirred up a multicolored halo as he walked, which was very tempting.

The Ghost Forest denied entry to any other than the spirits, but did not restrict the free movement of the spirits. As soon as the ghost walked into the woodland, two ghosts slid past her with a roar, and she felt the rich spirit aura on the ghost's body, and then she floated away with a sly smile.

The ghost ignored it, and walked through the forest step by step through the void, and every now and then a ghost or ghost would emerge from a dead tree, stare at her carefully, and then disappear.

The ghost walked slowly, seemingly slowly, but the spirit was tireless, and soon passed through the Ghost Forest, leaving it far behind, towards the city of Thrakanf, the center of Livre's territory. It's not that she has to maintain this elegance, but she pretends to be a quasi-banshee who has evolved naturally, and of course she can't drill around with brainless like low-level ghosts, and she must have her own style. Of course, the ghost doesn't have this kind of contrived knowledge and memory, but she can't stand the fact that she has an unscrupulous otaku owner, and specially customized this royal sister form for her, of course, Li Xun can't get a glimpse of the ghost's true appearance, where would he have thought that such a moving effect could be achieved.

The city of Serrakanf.

Once a pearl city in central China, it is only more than 400 miles away from the former national capital, with a population of more than 200,000 people, and is built next to the Dergan River. No matter how beautiful a city once was, it is now a ghost city through and through.

There were still 3 miles away from the city of Serakav, and the ghostly roar in the city was already faintly heard, and only fellow spirits could endure this kind of torture day and night. With this large decibel noise pollution, it is difficult to get other undead creatures to settle here.

The ghost pulled the half-real and half-illusory silk dress, and vaguely felt that such a dress was likely to bring him a lot of trouble, but the master liked it, didn't he?

Before she could reach the edge of the city wall, a group of ghosts, ghosts, and bound spirits swept out of it like dark clouds.

"Whose subordinate are you? Why have I never seen you? The banshee circled around the ghost, carefully examined her condition, and said incredulously, "You just woke up?" What a bold man! Dare to run around before you are solid, and you are not afraid of being swallowed by your companions? ”

Seeing that the ghost just looked at her in confusion, and did not say a word, he immediately understood: "Forget it! You've just woken up, and you're still ignorant, so why am I talking to you! Luckily, you've met me, come with me, and I'll take you to the chief! ”

The ghost looked curiously at the obviously overly lively banshee, tilted his head, and thought for a long time before he judged that she should be a sperm-sucking banshee. Shouldn't the banshee be a hateful face with her teeth and claws from her master? Why is this table so kind and ......, the ghost pondered for a long time, and couldn't think of the right words to describe it, enthusiastic? Yes, passion. It's like seeing a big meal, and I can't wait to take all the food into my arms at once, so that no one else can touch it!

The ghost's sluggishness made the sperm-sucking banshee even more sure that she was still in the middle of her evolution, and she couldn't help but say, holding her hand like flying in the city. On the way, there was a burst of shouting and scolding at the waiting black pressure subordinates, and this group of subordinates could only swarm into the distance according to their words.

The Sperm-Sucking Banshee only cared about pulling the ghost into flight, unaware that the ignorant little banshee's gaze in her eyes kept circling at its core soul fire. The sperm-sucking banshee was already known for her charming appearance, but now she is pulling the white and tender ghost, and the two beautiful faces are put together, which is really a pair of soft sisters who have captivated the country and the city.

Flying over the city walls, there is a miserable scene of ruin. As far as the eye can see, the streets and houses that were once lined up are now nearly half collapsed, and these chaotic ruins have become the best dwelling for some spirits. Spirits do not have higher requirements for the living environment, but when they are tired, they also need to find a quiet and enclosed space to absorb the negative energy in the air alone, so the small space isolated by these masonry, rubble, muck and dust is enough for a ghost to rest.

If you see the ruins of a house after it has collapsed, don't think that there is nothing left, a stone will be thrown down, and more than a dozen heads will appear all over the ground staring at you, this scene makes people with dense phobia scared to death to see it.

Judging from the layout, these peripheral houses and ruins are occupied by the lowest-level ghosts, and it is rare to see resentful ghosts and bound spirits, and the high-level ones are probably near the center!

Ghosts, as low-level spirits, have vague shapes, unrecognizable faces, no gender distinction, and cloud-like edges of their bodies, which are the result of solid instability. Ghosts, on the other hand, are much better and usually have clearer faces. Most of these ghosts were tortured to death, and because the resentment could not be dissipated for a long time, the spirit was extremely distorted, so they were extremely vicious and hated the most living beings. The higher level of the binder is an ethereal creature created by evil and darkness. Sometimes, the terrifying appearance of the Binding Spirit is that it is armored or weapon-wielding. However, this appearance only reflects their form during their lifetime, and does not affect their combat ability. A binder is as tall as a human, and a fearful binder is about the size of an ogre.

Since they are all imaginary bodies, they all have no weight.

The Klein Continent is a high-magic world with strict rules, and there is usually no large-scale soul retention phenomenon, so only those powerful souls with strong beliefs and obsessions can naturally wander in the world of the living, refusing to obey the call of the soul. But the existence of the rules is to break it, and the emergence of the group of necromancers, using the power of magic to brutally kill living beings, and then forcibly binding the souls in this place that makes them miserable, has caused such a large-scale unconventional existence.

The pain before death is so great that it fills their hearts with hatred, which may make them powerful, but it also affects their sanity. Spirits always seem to be too restless, and where spirits exist, there are constant wailing, crying, and laughing. Only when some powerful spirits or tongguò devour or evolve into high-level spirits, can they make up for their missing souls, regain their normal memories and sanity, and become a powerful undead banshee.

Since spirits are usually created in unconventional ways, they are not a normal breeding group, so there is no clear hierarchy and type division, but they are given some unique names based on several high-level undead banshees that have appeared in history, such as sperm-sucking banshee, seductive banshee, resentful banshee, bloodthirsty banshee, ....... They all nominally obey Sylvanas, the king of the banshees? The orders of the Windrangers, but in fact they often go their separate ways, and since the Banshee King disappeared into history, they have been even more lacking in governance and restraint, and it is only because of the contract that they are at the behest of some powerful undead being.

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