Soul Echo

Ghost?

Lilian's mind moved, and relevant information appeared in her mind.

"Soul Echo" is different from other games. In terms of setting, the conditions for the formation of undead are very harsh.

Generally speaking, cities and villages have the protection of Spiritual God, and the undead do not appear directly in settlements, but there are exceptions to everything, such as 'wraith'.

"...wraith?" Lillian placed it at the grip of the light sword she wore around her waist.

She found that the clothes of herself and the youth beside her had changed. In addition to the same weapon, there were two more waist pockets on her body.

At this time, a message popped up in front of me——

[The demonhunter apprentice set has been loaded, and the silver-doped light sword ×1, silver powder ×2, holy water ×1, civet amulet × 1. Simple trap x1, light hand crossbow x1, arrow x6]

So many things...

Lilian narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips.

"Big, probably..." The middle age person who spoke just now rubbed his hands and laughed twice.

[——This dungeon is a 'full play mode', any words that are not in line with the player's role as a role may increase the difficulty of the dungeon]

I just wanted to explain this to Lillian The young man in the dungeon saw this message and immediately closed his mouth.

Every piece of information in Soul Echo is very important, and sometimes the way to break the game is hidden in the prompts given by the system.

Lilian exhales one mouthful of impure air. During the time when the dungeon was loaded, she took a good look at this room and found that the owner of this room might be an aristocrat—a fallen aristocrat or Collateral nobles.

The era should be similar to 'now', at least not much difference in dress and dress, and the accent is similar.

After thinking for a while, Lillian turned her attention to the middle age person, "Are you the owner of this room?"

The middle age person opened her mouth slightly, just now. Wanting to answer, the young man beside Lillian took the lead in introducing: "This is Sir Mark Crewe, our employer at this time."

Lillian nodded slightly, looked away from the young man, looked towards Mark Crewe, said: "You said there was a ghost in your house, what's going on? Tell me what happened and what you saw."

"This..."

Lillian saw the hesitation on the face of this middle age person, and knew that there was a high probability that there was a hidden meaning in this matter.

And...

One, two, three, four, five, six—there are exactly six people in this room besides the two of them.

In addition to the middle age person standing in front of them, there were two men and two women sitting in the living room, and an old man was lying on a rocking chair by the fireplace. If there were no other living people in this house, the arrow The six arrows in the bag may correspond to these six people.

"...It's like this." After a long silence, Mark Crewe sighed and said with a sullen face, "You have also seen that there are six of us here, but we are actually in an underground battle. I met at the auction, when we were fighting for a painting..."

Speaking, he looked towards the corner, Lilian followed his line of sight and found a painting wrapped in black cloth. Flat square object.

"It is because of that painting that there is a ghost in our house..."

Lilian keenly noticed that he used 'we', but they are not family!

After thinking for a while, Lillian asked, "You all bid for that painting?"

After thinking about it, she could only think of this 'common point'.

Mark Crew smiled wryly nodded, "Yes, we all want to buy that painting, where did we think that painting was so evil!"

Lilian looked thoughtful, then Reminder: "And what about ghosts?"

"Oh, yes! Ghosts!"

Mark Crew also responded and invited Lilian and the two of them into the living room .

The living room of this house is open, diagonally facing the gate, and not far from the fireplace, which is burning hot.

There is a round table in the living room, but it can be seen from the dust accumulation under the round table and on the bracket that this table is not originally placed here, not even the chairs around the round table. .

Arriving at the round table, Lillian was surprised to find that the two men and women sitting at the table were wearing masks that were fully covered but partially hollowed out.

Turn her head to look at the fireplace, standing in this position can see the profile of the old man, as expected, she also saw a mask on the old man's face.

After thinking for a while, Lillian understood that it wasn't that the copy put on masks for them to cover up their identities, but that they wore masks in the original 'history'.

"I wanted to take off their masks once before, but as soon as I took off the mask, the copy immediately collapsed..." The young man whispered to Lilian's ear.

-- 'mask' is a trigger point.

Lilian silently kept this information in her heart, and sat at the round table at the invitation of Mark Crew, without rashly asking what happened to the masks on those people's faces.

Seeing their 'sensible' attitude, Mark Crew's frown slightly relaxed.

After sitting down, Mark Crew sighed, "It's a 'ghost,' but we're not so sure."

"You haven't asked anyone from the church to see it. ?" Lillian asked suddenly.

hearing this, Mark Crewe twitched his face a few times, "This...our...that painting's source is not very clean..."

so that's how it is, Lillian nodded, "please keep talking about that 'ghost' thing."

Mark Crew visibly relaxed, cleared his throat, and continued: "That painting...is me I bought it. Two days after I bought it, I suddenly felt something strange at home, as if something was watching me secretly, but at that time I didn't care, until half a month later, I heard that the seller died unexpectedly The news... I felt something was wrong.

“That painting had been hanging on the wall in the study room before, and I would go into the study room to read for a while every day, so every time I read, I would To be able to see the painting - by the way, I haven't told you what that painting is like! "

Mark Crew suddenly exclaimed, and Lillian quickly glanced at the corner.

I don't know if it was her illusion, when she heard Mark Crew's surprise After calling, she felt that the tightly wrapped 'painting' exuded a terrifying atmosphere.

"It originally painted a beautiful noble woman with a background color of Although red and white are bright colors, they do not overwhelm the guest, but further reflect the beauty and style of the woman... that's how it was originally! "Speaking, the middle age person took a deep breath with a heavy expression," as time went on, the painting also changed, the red curtain and the white wall slowly turned to each other's colors, and the portrait in the painting Some changes have taken place in the painting. When I found it, I thought it was the artist's superb painting skills, which could make the painting change within a certain period of time, but gradually, I found that the painting became more and more strange...

"The curtain is no longer like a curtain, like a string of bones, and the walls have become like flesh and blood. The figure in the painting is still the same, but her facial features and body are more and more like something put together. The same!

"I thought it was my eyesight, after all, as long as I rubbed my eyes, I could feel the painting return to its original state - at that time, the illusion that someone was staring at me in the dark also appeared more and more The more often it happens, the more I feel like I'm being too nervous.

"—but no! That's not my nervousness at all!"

Mark Crew became more and more excited as he spoke, and he clapped the table and stood up, pointing to the corner of the wall , "It's just changing - the curtains are bones, the walls are flesh and blood, and even that woman is a monster of flesh and blood!

"All of us, all the bidders at the time, were I could feel that someone was staring at me in the dark. Later, we found out about the other party by coincidence, and then realized that the root cause was the painting! "

The air instantly became quiet, and even Lillian was frightened by his angry gesture.

"...Have you tried to destroy it? "

As soon as the words came out, Lillian felt that she had asked a stupid question.

Mark Crew sat down, clenched his fists, and said with grief and indignation: "Of course there is! But no matter how you destroy it, tear it up, chop it up, burn it, throw it away, it will come back to its original shape and go back to...my home! "

"...I understand the general situation. Lillian suddenly stood up and pointed to the corner, "Can I open it?" "

Her proposal was approved by the people because they all wanted to solve the problem.

Lilian and the youth walked to the corner, to the painting.

The youth volunteered, lifted the painting, and pulled away the black cloth that wrapped the painting.

At this time, Lilian suddenly had a thought, and turned to ask: "By the way, you know Who is the artist of this painting? "

Mark Crew was stunned for a moment, his face quickly gloomy.

"Nimo!" "

He said a name coldly: "Nimo Bellucci Bailey!" "