Fairyland, Big Problem

"Spirit Paradise, there is a big problem (

Pushing open the heavy rosewood door, a scent of literature rushed toward you. From the outside, the top of the tower where the books were collected had several corners of the eaves missing, but the inner floors were intact.

[President, go to the last row. 】

"Um."

The cursed doll sitting on his shoulders pointed clearly to the back row of the bookshelf.

[Director, you may bump into Gui later. 】

"How to say?"

[There are too many broken souls in the historic site of Lake Heart Island, some of which are more obsessive, and just happen to be combined with the evil spirit energy, which may cause the phenomenon of guilt in the traditional sense. 】

"Huh? Can they become evil?"

What Wen Jiu really cares about is only evil things. After all, the conventional ghosts in horror movies are put into a world where evil things exist, and they are a little pitiful.

What is Sadako vs. Fei Peng Dashuai, what do you ask the little girl to do?

As for the formation of evil things, the curse of the doll means that it is too difficult.

The evil thing may be a single soul, or it may be a mixed soul, but there must always be a main soul.

The fragmented soul fragments here do not meet the conditions, and the amount of evil spirit energy is too small, which is barely equivalent to the two evil spirits just cut off their fingers.

Of course, if no one cares for hundreds of years, a certain soul fragment will grow slowly, another thing to say.

chuckle.

Remove a wire-bound book as thick as a dictionary on the last bookshelf, and the books next to it are vacant.

Revealing a thin back with long hair and waist.

Very old-fashioned spiritual story, the last row of bookshelves is against the wall, but after picking up the books, there are people behind the shelves.

The woman turned around suddenly with hollow facial features and swooped outward like a snake, as if she was going to bite through the gap and bite into the face.

quiet…

The white shadow that was about to pass through the bookshelf froze, and through the gaps in the bookshelf, it saw a black rag doll smiling grimly.

The doll's mouth is a dark golden zipper, which is gently pulled open, and endless resentment pours out.

[Ouch~~ Mmmmmmmmm, it's too fishy to eat. 】

Cursing the doll is still unfinished, [it's a little better than that Mu Xiaoshuang. 】

"That's Mu Fengshuang, you can't compare a girl to Gui."

The cursed doll looked around, [No, let's go to other places. 】

Anyway, to investigate the hidden dangers of the lake island, simply walk more.

After leaving the Dian Pavilion, Mu Xinghe came up to inquire about the situation, and Wen Jiu only said that he found the residual tyrannical toxin.

"Oh? Maybe the wind blew into the house."

Mu Xinghe knew very well that the Dian Pavilion was still a wooden window, with more or less cracks, and it had to be cleaned every month or two.

Continuing the journey, the middle of the building complex is naturally the enchantment area.

The seal was much bigger than Wen Jiu had imagined. It was a circle with a diameter of ten meters, and there were a lot of incomprehensible symbols around it.

The outside is covered with a very light barrier, which is visually light and thin, and Wen Jiu can feel the obscure thickness at close range.

All the evil spirits in the tyrannical forest came out, and after a few hours of hard work, it was estimated that they could break the boundary.

There are also cameras and sensor piles near the seal, so there is no need to get close.

The cursed doll confirms that the surrounding area is correct, and the only remaining area is the rear section of the building complex.

"Shenbingfang, this is the place related to the forging of spiritual equipment." Mu Xinghe introduced.

The golden font engraved on the stone tablet is not known what kind of material is used as a dye. Under the soft light of the camping lamp, the font of "Shenbingfang" is glittering and powerful.

Wen Jiu looked behind the stele, and saw several buildings with similar architectural styles lined up neatly. From forging to storage, they were small in scale.

【The principal! 】

"What's up?"

Listening to the tone of the curse doll, it is definitely not a snack, it means taking it seriously.

It is level 45, and a serious opponent must be an upper-level evil spirit.

Taking out the curse shovel, Wen Jiu reminded Mu Xinghe to be on alert, but found that the curse doll had no more text.

"What did you find?"

[Very strange, somewhat familiar, and very thin atmosphere. 】

"And thin?"

Previously, the tyrannical toxin in the Dian Pavilion was diluted. What is the diluted thing here?

[Blue-black mist. 】

"Huh... huh?!" Wen Jiu was stunned.

In the battle of Feipengguan, the cursed doll was not there. He never came into contact with big lizards and flying butterflies, and he never ate blue-black mist on the battlefield.

The reason for this experience comes from the battle of the swordsman of Fei Peng.

That thing is tightly sealed, and it needs to be cleaned up before handing it over to Mu Chenzhou to send it to the tomb.

It can't be eaten at all, and the rest of the evil spirit energy has to be cleaned up by the purification talisman.

At that time, the coffin of the Death God was present, and it was obvious that there was some blue-black mist on the battlefield.

The amount is not much, I will let the cursed doll eat it, and I will have the knowledge of identification and tracking in the future.

However, what does the blue-black fog have to do with Yanling Lake and Lake Island?

ding... ding... ding...

There was a sound of metal hitting from a distance.

ding... ding... ding...

The sound is continuous, the rhythm is gentle, and the interval between each sound is almost the same.

"It's... the sound of a blacksmith striking iron."

Mu Xinghe gave it, with a puzzled expression, the sound of hammering iron was rarely heard in contemporary times, and the smelting of steel equipment was equipped with professional equipment, and the number of steps required to manually temper the equipment of the spiritual system was also greatly reduced.

Wen Jiu was also puzzled. It was normal for Yanling Sect to have smelting skills, and it also made sense to forge spiritual equipment by hand.

But the time is not right, the island in the heart of the lake is uninhabited, and the remnant soul mentioned by the curse doll should not have such a high level of hands-on ability.

The two-story building was lit, and the sound of hammering iron came from inside.

The light projected the silhouette of a man on the curtain, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com grabbed a long-handled object in one hand and a large hammer in the other, repeatedly doing the hammering action.

"It looks so old, and it's candlelight, and it's flickering."

Wen Jiu was analyzing the information, and when he turned his head, he saw Mu Xinghe clutching his chest, looking very uncomfortable, and hurriedly asked what was uncomfortable.

"Wen Banxian, I feel that my heartbeat is very strong, my body is very excited, and my blood vessels are swollen..."

[The principal, it smells of tyrannical toxins! And it is mixed with some blue-black fog, and the proportion is very low. 】

"Tyranny toxin..."

Wen Jiu carefully felt that there were indeed, very rare, like the outer periphery of the tyrannical forest, the occasional metering in the lakeside area, should not threaten Mu Xinghe.

It can be guessed that it is related to the so-called thin blue-black fog.

"Curse the doll, eat some of the evil-type psionic energy, we have to withdraw, and follow up next time!"

[Hiccup, I'm full, this is much more delicious. 】

The body was uncomfortable, but Mu Xinghe was not flustered and had put on a protective mask.

He straightened up, his eyes twinkling, as if he was in excellent condition and fighting spirit.

"I feel really...not right, I want to fight with someone."

"Stop talking, get out now."

Jump out of the fence and board the inflatable boat.

Mu Xinghe started the engine, "Wen Banxian, can I trouble you to drive, I want to use merit to suppress the toxins in my body."

"no problem."

Seeing that Mu Xinghe had a clear mind, Wen Jiu relaxed a little, and drove the inflatable boat away.

After the sailing was stable, Wen Jiu looked back at the island in the center of the lake, which was already two or three hundred meters away.

It's brightly lit there!

After looking at it carefully for ten seconds, the wind turned, and suddenly the building complex was the same as when it came, and the broken part of the front section sank in the night...