Alcatraz

"boom!"

Countless ancient memories flooded into my mind with the flutter of this blue-patterned golden-winged butterfly.

However, this feeling only lasted for a short period of time, and I lost control of this underworld butterfly. It seemed to completely melt into the girl's soul.

"I see!"

I did not take back the underworld butterfly, but smiled thoughtfully, because this change was so interesting. The second underworld butterfly also found the same soul belonging to a girl. These demon spirits from the underworld are not interested in other souls. Only the souls of girls with pure and beautiful appearances and flawless bodies will become their host. object.

Those souls who had a close relationship with the girls during their lifetimes angrily grabbed into the void, but these strange butterflies were still flying gracefully, not afraid of these pure souls that exuded the aura that only living people can possess. When the thirty-third underworld butterfly pounced on the soul of the last girl who met their standards, I issued a recall order. After receiving the order to return, all the underworld butterflies gathered into a colorful river. Demonstrations generally pass through these angry souls.

Those pure girls' souls had a shimmer of light and weaved a cocoon of light. I already roughly understood what was going on, and I didn't care about this change. All the praying souls in the flat-topped pyramid were shouting in panic and anger. , flying around in the pyramid, swirling around the mutated girls, losing the prayers of the souls, the blue light on the spire gradually extinguished, and the night passed quickly.

Although after training on Alcatraz Island, even an ordinary adventurer has the physical strength to stay awake for three days and three nights, but after all, some fatigue is unavoidable. Except for the few leaders like us who had little influence, the twenty members of the reclamation group all put down their alertness and went about what they should do.

The Wolf King also saw the images transmitted back by the phantom butterflies in the underworld. The first thing he did when he got up was to ask: "What happened to those little butterflies of yours?"

I shrugged my shoulders and said: "The underworld butterflies are different from their counterparts on earth. They will continue to transform throughout their lives, and each transformation will increase their abilities to a higher level. These underworld butterflies have found hosts. Soon. My underworld fantasy butterflies will revive again, but their transformation process is very dangerous, and I don’t know how many of them can survive it.”

There was no sound inside the flat-topped pyramid. It seemed that those souls should have entered a peaceful sleep again. I said to the Wolf King and Yai Zhenfu: "I am going to retrieve those underworld phantom butterflies. You should make preparations for departure first. For the time being, we don’t have the energy to conduct a large-scale exploration of this ruins. No matter what treasures there are here, we have to establish a firm foothold before we can dig them out.”

The Wolf King whistled and said, "Then I'll listen to you. Let's set off first. Wang Lin, please follow us as soon as possible."

Yesterday's changes gave us away the idea of ​​staying a few more days. We are all experienced adventurers and are not as impatient as young birds. I believe that when the follow-up assistance from Alcatraz Island catches up, the place will be filled with these accustomed Jedi. Three-foot guys come here frequently, but now no one wants to stay.

I stepped into the nearest flat-topped pyramid alone, and based on the last images sent back by the phantom butterflies in the underworld, I searched for the souls of girls who had formed cocoons of light. This job was quite hard, and I had to search for it layer by layer. Fortunately, the light cocoons formed stood on top of the bluestone coffin, and I quickly found one.

"Barbara Mill, a very nice name. This girl, your soul has been unable to rest in this mausoleum for thousands of years. You have to work hard every night to pray for those minarets. I am on the orders of the Western Guanyin Bodhisattva. , come and give you complete relief and eternal rest, poor girl."

I clasped my hands together and bowed. The deceased is the greatest, not to mention that this girl has been dead for who knows how many years. She is old enough to be my grandmother. This can be regarded as respecting the elders.

When I held the light cocoon on the bluestone coffin with both hands, I heard the slight shaking of more than ten coffins nearby. It was obvious that the residents inside were very restless. However, these are peaceful dead people who have no resentment during their lives and cannot turn into undead souls. These people are enshrined by their descendants and pray every night to provide abundant energy for their descendants.

Such ancestral spirits are very powerful. The older they get, the stronger the spiritual energy they accumulate. Necromancer cannot make use of these ancestral spirits. They have a very deep sense of locality and a very strong protection for their descendants, so they are very resentful of me for offending their relatives.

Fortunately, it is daytime now, so they can only shake the bluestone coffin to express their dissatisfaction and cannot appear. However, I am not afraid even if these ancestral spirits appear. As a master of necromancy, although ancestral spirits cannot be used by necromancy, there are still many ways to restrain them.

I took out a space card, put the cocoon of light into it, and whispered: "I will take good care of this girl. As my adventure companion, I will talk to her every time I return to this ancient city. Come visit you together.”

Surrounding Barbara Mill are her father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, brother, sister-in-law, and sisters. These ancestors were very reluctant to leave this young girl who died at an early age, but just because I was polite, it doesn't mean that I'm a sloppy person.

I bowed slightly and saluted, and was about to leave when suddenly a long bluestone coffin let out a loud earthquake, and Barbara's coffin slowly opened as if it was pushed open by an invisible hand.

"Oh, do you want me to bring the things she liked when she was alive? Then I'm not welcome."

This girl must have been very favored. There were many burial objects in the coffin. I would not take any of the gold, silver and jewelry. These things are no more valuable to me than gravel. He took out only one of Barbara's favorite magic wands and closed the sarcophagus with his own hands.

Although this kind of behavior is more humane, it is very time-consuming. When I got the light cocoon formed by the last underworld butterfly, the Wolf King and the others had already piloted Elam and flew out of the forest.