"You want to ask about the ghost...?"
Drinking water, the blacksmith who had just finished working sat on the bench and asked.
Chen Yi nodded.
Before that, Chen Yi basically asked around the entire market and got similar information.
"...You are from Resurrection Town. This is not a fun thing, young man." The blacksmith wiped the sword he had just forged. "I am your age and like to run around and don't want to go to church properly. Listen to the teachings of the Lord.”
"Don't worry...I came here after asking for the Lord's favor." Chen Yi said politely, "And I have a place to stay tonight."
The blacksmith put his long sword on the ground and said, "Well, young people who like to inquire around, no one took that filthy thing seriously at first... But that's what happened, someone fell into the well and died. , you should know all this. Then let me tell you something else... The person who collected the body is my friend, and I know some details that others don't know."
"What details?"
"The man who died was a rich man. According to his wife, he brought a whole bag of money with him when he went out to drink. When he fished it out, there was no money in the bag." The blacksmith put his hands on the sword grid.
Listening to this information, Chen Yi probably knew the type of ghost.
In occult discussions, ghosts are classified as spiritual beings.
As for the category of ghosts, the subdivision is extremely complicated, but there is a consensus that ghosts will pursue certain obsessions during their lifetime, and stay in the world because of this obsession, reluctant to enter heaven or hell.
According to what I heard, this ghost has been absorbing negative energy, constantly growing, and already has the ability to affect reality.
Chen Yi speculated that this ghost's obsession was money and opening other people's heads.
As long as you use money as bait, you should be able to lure him to the door.
While Chen Yi was thinking, the blacksmith turned his face and looked behind him.
An Orion walked slowly over.
"Hey, Ogden, my friend." The blacksmith said warmly.
Chen Yi turned around and saw the hunter he met when entering the town.
He didn't bring his bow or dog at this time, but still had the short ax on his waist. He asked the blacksmith, "Has my thing been made?"
"Of course, Ogden." The blacksmith stood up and handed the long sword to Ogden's hand. "Look, if you can take advantage of it, the worst thing you can do is go to the church to pour some holy water on it and chant scriptures to pray for the Lord's blessing."
Ogden felt the weight of the sword. At this moment, he looked at Chen Yi and said in surprise: "Oh, it's you."
"Hello, we meet again." Chen Yi greeted.
"You know each other? What a coincidence." said the blacksmith.
"I met them when they entered the town." Ogden stroked the sword and felt the sharpness of its blade.
"Hey, Ogden, where did you get so much money to pay me to make this sword? You've only been here half a year, don't say you earned it here." The blacksmith asked, looking at the sword with pride.
"Don't worry about it." Ogden said, glancing at Chen Yi, "What are you here for?"
"This young man asked me about ghosts." The cheerful and outgoing blacksmith patted Chen Yi on the shoulder, "I was also restless when I was young."
Chen Yi keenly saw Ogden frowning and his eyes alert.
"Young man, I advise you not to inquire about these dirty things." Ogden picked up the prepared scabbard from where the blacksmith was sitting and put the sword in the scabbard.
Chen Yi noticed that he was skillful with his skills and seemed to often wield a long sword.
Opening his spiritual eyes, Chen Yi looked at the wealthy hunter again.
His soul is lonely and sad, tightly suppressed by regret. He seems to have made some mistakes.
"Before night, you can go to the church. During the service, take some holy water and smear it on your wrists and between your eyebrows. This way you will get the blessing of the Lord. The priest often said this." Ogden suggested kindly without realizing it. .
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Qinduil sat on the step of the carriage, stroking the black horse Amanda's tail from time to time.
She is not familiar with magic, rituals, occultism and the like.
They were in a remote corner of the town. Lomea stood on the dry ground, bending over and placing gold coins one by one.
Chen Yi's attainments in mysticism were not as good as this spiritual envoy, so he held the long sword Tabu and watched her perform the ritual.
"Okay, this should be able to lure the ghost over." Lomea clapped his hands.
Chen Yi nodded, the taboo blade of the long sword had been coated with silver powder.
Qinduil put his hand on the Elven Curved Sword, jumped off the pedal, and nodded towards Chen Yi.
She was the one who took the main action, and this was what she asked for.
"Qinduil, you don't understand... the ancient sayings?" Romea recalled something and asked.
"Yes, for a long time, I didn't know what it was." Qinduil paused and continued.
Luomea nodded slightly, this is not surprising, not everyone knows the ancient sayings.
"Just chanting can communicate mysterious power, which is somewhat similar to our ancient Elf language."
"It's not similar. Maybe your ancient Elf language is one of the ancient languages." Lomea said.
"I'm not good at learning these things." Qin Duyi paused, looked at Chen Yi, and said piously: "Just praying with the Lord every day has already taken me a lot of time."
Chen Yi naturally heard her words.
Qinduil is extremely devout and therefore loyal.
However, this also brought some trouble to myself.
According to the rules of the Order of Sisters, Chenduil prays morning, noon, and evening every day, and recites scriptures for two quarters of an hour before going to bed.
And just now, she begged herself to sit in the carriage, and she held her hand and prayed over and over again. Finally, she closed her eyes and kissed the back of her hand until she made a ring and touched her head with her fingertips. After getting on, she would reluctantly let go.
Bang bang.
In the dark night, an inexplicable and chilling voice sounded.
The cold and quiet wind slid through the streets, raising dust.
Qinduil frowned. Her excellent hearing allowed her to capture the direction of the sound at once.
Lomea stepped back slightly and walked to Chen Yi. They moved closer to the carriage, leaving the open space to Chen Duil.
Qinduil drew out the elven curved sword that was also coated with silver powder. The blade was made of white wood and fine steel, glowing silver under the moonlight.
Chen Yi opened his spiritual eyes and clearly felt Luomea trembling next to him, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Putting the long sword on his waist, Chen Yi was ready to pull it out at any time.
In the distance, a thin figure appeared in the gloomy and dark streets.
Chen Yi saw him clearly.
The ghost's lips were pale, his face was dark, and his expression was twisted and stiff, frozen in hatred. The back of his head was spread ferociously, and the two halves of his head were drooping to the ground.
He was obviously attracted by the ceremony on the ground. He stared at the gold coins in the ceremony greedily and murmured: "Money, indescribable money, so many gold coins, ah, damn Orton, my stingy brother, I will never Curse you!"
He almost didn't notice the three people standing not far from the ceremony, moving with cold and eerie steps.
Chenduil remained motionless, calmly waiting for him to come to the ceremony where the gold coins were placed.
Immediately afterwards, she took a few steps forward almost horizontally and swung the blade down.
The ghost's head separated into two halves, and then fell to the ground with a crisp click.
Before the head could scream in panic, Qinduil dropped the blade fiercely, and in an instant, the head was covered in blood and flesh.
Then, the ghost's body stopped and fell to the ground without support.
The whole process is very simple and straightforward.
This was not what Chen Yi expected. He raised his hand and was about to close his spiritual eyes, but he saw a figure flashing past in a corner.
It's Ogden.
Although the night was dark, Chen Yi didn't need to see his face clearly, he could see the soul in that figure.
Chen Yi slowly closed his spiritual eyes.
Lomea breathed a sigh of relief, her boiling stopping.
She said softly: "That's it. It turns out that the ghosts here won't be that difficult."
"It's not beyond our expectations." Chen Yi said.
"Then, after we get the raven heart from the priest of the Torment Temple tomorrow, we should immediately hold the ceremony and go to the ancient holy capital, right." Lomea said with confirmation, looking up at Chen Yi.
Chen Yi shook her head unexpectedly.
"No, later." Chen Yi looked at the place where Ogden's figure disappeared, "There is a soul waiting for forgiveness."
