[You look up at the gray night sky outside the wooden skylight, the low-level silver sword feels slightly cool, and the sound of water droplets echoes in the dungeon.]

The red dots began to condense and flicker, the coolness passed through the gap and climbed along the ankles to the spine.

Adam stood up, this slim lining was dressed very well, and the cage-shaped cuffs were a bit hindered. It slowly folded upwards and stopped on the elbows.

[Green lamp passes through the earthy walls, the smoke becomes thicker, and it passes through your feet naked]

The soul lamp was born in a dark and cold place, and the reasons for the formation of resentful spirits were diverse. The soul-catching witch shuttled through the night, wandering around in search of vitality.

The pace is smooth and the floor is buckled under the modified horse boots.

Adam walked through the skylight fence, and the silver sword slowly extended out of his true face from the sheath of his waist.

A cold light flashed slightly, and followed the sword holder into the shadow.

The soul-catching witch could feel a little threat, but she still remembered the taste of this guy's soul, and the complex and tough taste made her uneasy.

But there was no way, the soul lamp had already pounced on her, and she could only make a gesture to swing her dry claws.

"You're late, this is not an apology."

Adam lifted his sword and spread it out, extending out from the deformed and twisted fingers, rubbed his arm covered with corpse spots straight up, and pierced into his cloak.

The smoke squirted out, and the witch swelled up, screaming and waving.

Adam's vision was blurred, and the other party was emitting thick smoke like wet firewood, running around. When the lamp passed over his head, it would cause dizziness.

The heart suddenly thrust and the mind returned to clearness.

【Soul: 62】

【Due to the attack of the soul lamp, your body is minimally invasive】

The health value is slightly deficient, but it is still within the acceptance range.

Whether it is the speed of reaction or the level of threat, the witch of the soul is not terrible.

The suffocating and cool scene of the demon spirit of the night and the pressure that can change the moonlight are still vivid in my mind.

The body of the old woman who was dragged and ran away by the soul lamp in front of her was obviously a huge gap in level.

Adam had experience and found a chance to pick out his claws.

The lamp swept over the head, stirring the smoke, like a rolling cloud, mixed with green thunderstorms.

The silver sword was thrust in, crisp and loud, and the lamp was lit.

Adam turned around and ran away, retreated to the end of the passage and waited silently.

The shrill scream echoed in the dungeon, and the clouds flowed backwards, forming a whirlpool.

The vision gradually became clear. The old and mottled arm of the soul-sucking witch had been sucked in half, and her remaining body struggled.

The cloak flew and flew, and finally it was absorbed, revealing the entire image of the demon spirit.

She was hunched and thin, with her eyes protruding out. At the last moment when the soul lamp twisted and sucked it away, her claws were still stretching towards Adam, with a strong reluctance.

Dang, Guru...

The soul lamp fell on the floor, and the old objects were safe and quaint.

Only the terrifying cold touch, the dusty shell that looks dark and bright, is hinting to people its extraordinaryness.

[The battle ends, no injuries, no death, reputation 3, soul 10]

Familiar notes come into view.

【One-handed Weapon: 167】

Adam raised his right hand and the weight of the silver sword changed slightly. He danced out sword flowers, with gorgeous lines.

【Low-level Weapons】

At this level, it seems that it can only resist monsters of the level of the Mofang Grudge Spirit. It is too much pressure for it to contact the soul lamp.

Rush ~

He could feel the pressure on his wrist getting smaller and smaller, and his weapon was slowly disappearing, like a wind swaying in the desert, gradually drifting away.

In the end, when it was put into the sheath, only the bare hilt was left.

"Good night."

Adam leaned on the empty shell by the wall and walked to the soul lamp to squat down.

The faint lights are dizzying.

He had observed Luca, Sean, and other notes, and the data in the soul column, no one had more than thirty.

On the other hand, I have improved slightly every time I defeated the resentful spirit. I have accumulated so much that I have...

【Soul: 72】

In a sense, this may be a good thing, after all, Adam has never been controlled by any secret techniques or vengeful spirits so far.

Although they will deduct health values, this immunity is really disturbing.

He has been thinking about some questions for a long time, but he has never had an answer.

...

"I've been waiting for a long time."

Adam patted the dust on his trousers, and the dungeon closed the door behind him, and the keys jingled and hung on it.

Not long after the witch appeared, the blue dot stayed here.

"The guards in the beast feeding area heard something moving in the dungeon. I was on duty and just came to take a look."

Duheng paced out of the alley, and the house cut off the shadows.

“You look energetic.”

The moonlight slowly made him clear from military boots to swords.

Adam was not wearing armor, except for the horse boots, and all his clothes were developing in a gorgeous and handsome way.

He held the soul lamp and spoke calmly.

"I'm taking revenge, and I'll get a sword-casting material. Isn't that illegal?"

"It's okay, I just look at it. This kind of resentful spirit is quite dangerous. It's better to take that thing."

Duheng took a step back, made way for two positions, and completely gave up the route to the Blacksmith shop.

Adam nodded and smiled, leaving, and when he passed by, he asked in a low voice.

"Do you need my help?"

Duheng's eyes flashed with a fleeting sharpness, but it was still a little late.

The short blade penetrated from the jaw and everything was stuck in his throat.

Adam's eyes were ruthless, and with his arm strength, he easily raised him up and pressed him completely against the wall.

"Duheng knows I'm a professional, you're talking a lot."

The two legs kicked and rubbed, and the whole person lost his ability to resist while sobbing, gradually changing, and instantly turned into a scarecrow.

【Secret Doll】

[Note: Alchemy props with many flaws.]

It's this weird trick again!

The notes were clearly visible, and the moment they started talking, Adam had already received a prompt to be harmed by the delusion potion.

Why arrange "Duheng" to wait here?

Where is the Lord Ring now?

These are mysteries.

Adam repeatedly confirmed that there were no other suspicious people around him, and then decided to solve the problem.

If this thing is for yourself, then you have to warn the messenger behind the scenes.

If it is just a certain arrangement that is unintentionally broken by oneself, then the evidence needs to be eliminated.

The scarecrow sewed his cheeks with animal skin, and wooden sticks protruded from the joints, inlaid with metal balls, covered with strange symbols.

The whole body was filled with strong medicinal smell after being cut open, and there were no other clues.

Adam dragged him to the burning site, where the charcoal residue was still preserved, and most of the charcoal residue was washed away to the corners.

Thorny ~

Alchemy potions are mostly flammable, and dolls embrace flames in the night wind, gradually distorting and deforming...

Adam walked away with the light of the moon with his lamp.

He was like a drunkard carrying a wine bottle, passing through the building arch bridge, leaving a narrow projection beside the flying clothes shelf.

The shadow swayed and was thicker than other nights.
Chapter completed!