[Silver moon shrouded the ground, soul poured out from the eyes, screams came into the forest without arousing echo.]

The weeds are like lost prayers, wearing light veils, kneeling in silence, and being stepped on by panicked steps.

There was no building in the camp. When Adam climbed out of the big pit where the potion was boiling, the crowd had already stood up on the open flat ground, leaving the aftertaste of dreams and looking at it blankly.

A huge gray shadow came into view, the resentful spirit was floating in the air, the body was illusory, the body was shriveled and mottled, and the loose hair was automatically windless, like a rag washed in the water.

"Ah, hiss..."

The moment Adam saw the other person, he felt the severe pain that hit his soul.

[You are burned by the demon spirit, and your strong soul saves you from falling, but this body eventually pays the price.]

The stinging pain was fleeting, and Adam looked inside himself and found that the [Soul 42] in the small branch kept flashing, and the [Role] health value was slightly lost.

"Come on, what the hell are you!"

His mind was swelling and he stared at the gray shadow, and the notes appeared.

【Night Demon Spirit】

[Born in a wilderness with abundant moonlight, a crazy dancer in the night.]

The monsters soared into the air, and the surroundings were blurred.

Its face was filled with terrifying skeletons, with only hollow eyes left, and its slender arms were holding the dusty lantern.

The strange light around it comes from that lamp!

It seemed to suck up the moonlight, turning the entire flat ground into a high platform for the theater, and the mummy-shaped figure was the dancer among them.

She has become a resentful spirit, her withered body has no beauty, but she still sways her head intoxicatedly, her jawbone grinned, her long arms stretched, and her waist twisted in strange arcs.

"Ah...ah!"

A shrill shout came from beside him. The refugee was so scared that he sat down on the ground by the monster. He moved back a few times and began to tremble. The screams became blurred and hoarse, as if he was choked by a foreign object.

[The Night Demon Spirit will let the moonlight blind its audience and force the other party to the stage until it becomes a similar type]

"Bend down and close your eyes! No one is allowed to watch! Don't run around, just lie on the ground if you don't know where you go. Have you heard it? Get out of here!"

Adam waved and shouted, most of the people nearby were lying down obediently, and some were scared or had just woken up and were at a loss and were pressed to the ground by him.

The refugee who saw the demon spirit had turned white with his eyes, his eye sockets gradually collapsed into a skeleton-shaped shape, and white mist evaporated out of it, and thick smoke was floating like a thick smoke.

His mouth wide open, his head tilted like a doll hooked around his neck, and his weird dance steps were wielding in the air.

When Adam arrived beside him, the little wind at night had taken away the remaining warmth from the other person's body, and the refugees were as cool as fog.

There is no help!

"Ah, mine..."

"No!"

The screams were like dominoes, spreading in the disorderly team, and the bodies were hung up like shrimps hooked into fishing nets.

Order has begun to collapse, and more and more people are opening their eyes that cannot withstand the pressure.

The dance of [Night Demon Spirit] became more and more crazy, immersed in the pleasure of seducing souls. She threw the lantern out of her tail shadow, becoming more solid in the night wind.

The swelling white smoke is a living soul. The night is dark and the moonlight is dim, and the life candles are gradually lit on the camp.

[The vengeful spirit knocks on the gate of the camp, and people press the chips of life on your account.]

[Before despairing Mars engulfs the camp, you must make a choice whether to evacuate to avoid collapse, or...]

bass!

The silver sword was pulled out.

Adam stood in the middle of the grass, holding a pottery jar, staring straight at the demon spirit of the night, like a huge rock thrown into the dam in the flood, shouldering the burden of survival for everyone.

"Live in place!"

His voice was high and firm, with unquestionable pressure, and he won a moment of tranquility in the chaos.

"Listen, this is the first time you have heard me, and it may be the last time you heard me! I fucked up my eyes, are you deaf, coward! Have you lost the courage to close your eyelids?"

All the people who closed their eyes and trembled their ears were pricked up, and those who were at a loss were blocking their sight with their hands, choking and panicking.

"Very good, listen carefully to me! I said that if you want to take you out of the mountains, you choose to use your life as my bargaining chip..."

The wildly danced demon spirit had begun to hesitate. It seemed that it had found that the enthusiasm of the "audience" had faded, and also noticed the young man holding the silver sword.

"Now I want to bet on my life too!"

Adam poured the sword oil onto the weapon, and those who were close could hear the sound of liquid splashing.

【Evil Spirit Oil】

【Some monsters are complicated to hurt, right?】

"There are potions around the camp, and the beasts can't come in and eat you, so don't leave here, otherwise Lin Hai will drown you bunch of trash! I'll ask you, if you can't bear it, you can die by yourself, don't take other people with you, okay?"

The controlled corpses around him twisted quickly, and their bodies were ferocious - the demon spirit of the night began to feel angry.

"Please remember that my name is Adam White! Now, as long as the sound of the sword is still there, never look up!"

[You step into the out-of-control arena, and in the hanging corpses, remember to step on the right sword dance rhythm.]

"If you are afraid, you need to open your mouth, don't cry, don't roar meaninglessly... You call my name loudly, and if I'm still alive, I will respond to you."

Adam held the silver sword tightly, and the wooden handle stuck into the flesh. The oil beads extended down and broke on the grass.

Tick, tick.

"If I die..."

"Just run away."

The Banshee completely lost her patience, she was a madman dancing to her soul, unable to bear the quiet air and the loss of fear of the body.

The hoarse voice came from far away, and the lanterns and sharp claws broke through the air, hitting the wielding silver sword in a daze.

"Tsk!"

The severe pain does not come from the palm of your hand, but from the mind. The demon spirit's melee fighting is not very good, but the mental damage is huge.

Adam's health value slowly declined with the storm in his brain. Compared to other mortals who "danced" he was already considered strong, but it did not mean that the damage disappeared...

On the contrary, the pain of chopping the skull with a blunt knife is the test!

Adam's power was unreserved, and the silver blade slashed through the breeze and let out a gentle moan.

He had to use his arm swing to relieve his pressure, and at the same time, to make the sound of his sword, he could fulfill his promise.

The ancient lantern actually became the best shield for the vengeful spirit, skillfully blocking the invasion of the silver sword, but from the gradually harsh wail and the scattered white mist, you can find that sword oil is useful.

Down!

The silver sword cut on the lamp, leaving a small gravure mark.

The lights are not easy. Although it avoided one injury, the demon spirit of the night was obviously trembling, pouring out powdery white smoke and dissipating into the air.

The village woman lying on the grass next to her felt a burst of coldness. The monster's heart-wrenching wail hit her fragile defense. She couldn't help but want to cry, but tried her best to cover it with her hands.

"drink,"

Adam gasped and glanced at the woman at her feet.

"What's my name?"

"Sir... Woo, your name is Adam."

She tried her best to stabilize her voice and said vaguely in the midst of her sob.

"I'm here!"

Adam's silver sword pestle on the ground, answering loudly, the moonlight in the camp was hazy and the corpse was floating.

People who were drowning in the mist listened to the sound of water on the other side.

"Are you here, Mr. Adam?"

"Adam White!"

"Are you still here, sir! Mr. Adam!"

...

Hope is in the sound of the wind, faith is in prayer.

The name shouted, coming from all directions without interruption, was firmly caught by Adam, who was confused in the middle of the grass, and answered loudly.
Chapter completed!