Ragner arranged for the Iron Arm Sigimond to watch out for another hunter, and the others quickly went to bed.

He traveled hard in the snow and ice all day long, and his physical strength was exhausted, leaving Sean without any strength.

Sean touched his stomach. He now understood why he had to gain weight. They ate for more than a week and all of Ragner's eight-pack abs were eaten. Sean himself gained more than ten pounds and his belly was out. But these days, he felt like he was about to lose weight. And he felt that if he continued like this, he would probably lose at least twenty pounds when he got back.

In order to prevent excessive physical exhaustion, Sean had to eat a large bowl of stewed lard during supper. This greasy food is definitely not something that ordinary people can bear.

But the effect is also extremely obvious. After eating a bowl of stewed meat, the whole person becomes warm, but he also becomes drowsy.

He lay on a temporary bed made of wooden boards beside the fire pit, with a piece of deer skin underneath and a bear skin covering him. Looking at the red light of the flames in the fire pit, Sean gradually closed his eyes, the sound in his ears gradually became blurred, and he fell asleep quickly.

He was too tired, and his excessive fatigue made him sleep very hard, and the hunters around him were almost the same. The room was full of snoring and heavy breathing.

Sean didn't know how long he had slept, but he felt that he could sleep like this for the rest of his life until a rush scream sounded. As soon as he opened his eyes, he heard the barking of the dog next door one after another.

The door was temporarily repaired with wooden boards, and it was wide open at this time. The cold wind poured in and made him tremble. The two night watchmen who were supposed to be guarding the door were completely gone.

He was stunned for a few seconds before he realized what had happened.

"Wake up, there are monsters!" he shouted, and Milok, who also woke up, shouted loudly.

The hunters were awakened one after another, and immediately understood what was happening when they saw the tragic situation at the door.

So they hurriedly got up and put on their clothes, and those who were holding hunting rifles.

Sean pulled his bearskin coat off the rack and quickly put it on his body. The bearskin coat had been dried and was extremely comfortable and light when worn. With the warmth after baking, the outfit was at least five or six pounds lighter without sweat and snow.

Pick up the shotgun and aim it at the door. At the same time, at least ten shotguns were aimed at that direction. No matter what it was, they would suffer a head-on blow when they came in.

But after a while, there was nothing but the increasingly violent cold wind.

Everyone approached the door carefully and looked outside. There was nothing outside, only two bloodstains extended to the streets in the distance.

"Sigimond was dragged away, and Willy! It was the devil, it must have been the devil's work! The devil has set his sights on us." The fat man said in horror, as if he had not woken up, with a look of devilishness.

This made Ragna's mouth twitch, and he slapped his mouth on the fat man's face. The fat man's expression frozen for a moment and suddenly turned red.

"Fuck the devil," he picked up the hunting rifle and rushed out to fight desperately, as if he was very embarrassed about his loss just now.

"Let's go out too!" Ragner greeted, and hunters came out one after another, searching for blood in the cold night. The blood stretched out outside the town and disappeared on the frozen sea. Sean vaguely saw a grayish-white shadow in the distance, which seemed to disappear quickly in the darkness in the distance.

"Fatty, what have you seen?"

"Maybe it's a wild beast, I don't know what that is. It looks big, weird, it can't be too far away, I can't see clearly."

Everyone was a little uneasy and lost two companions, and it was not because of some accident.

No one is joking again this time.

When they returned to the keel hall, everyone no longer had sleepiness.

"What the hell is that?" Ragner asked to himself by the fire pit.

No one spoke, and even Milok bowed his head and said nothing.

He suddenly remembered something, "John, are you not a wizard? Is there any way you can figure out the origin of that thing?"

Scar Wilson muttered, "How is it possible that anyone who has seen it will die unless he can let the dead speak."

Sean was stunned when he heard this, but he remembered something and sighed, "Guess what - I can do it."

Five minutes later, the group came outside again. Sean looked at the pocket watch. It was a little late at 3:00, but it should be too late.

He is ready to summon a 'wandering soul'.

According to the book, those who die in violence and pain will not dissipate quickly, but will turn into wandering souls, wandering where they were before their lives, and repeating the process of death.

If there is no external force intervention, this cycle will last for a long time.

There is no essential difference between wandering souls and lost spirits. They are both incomplete spirits. The only difference is that the wandering souls have not yet been erased and still have self-consciousness. Sometimes they don’t even know that they are dead.

It is precisely because of this that wandering souls can communicate and even consult questions.

Medorian once summoned the souls of a group of ancient wizards and asked them for magical knowledge.

The conditions for summoning a wandering soul are similar to those for summoning a lost spirit.

[In the place where human bones are buried, where death gathers, use uncorrupted corpses as shells to summon wandering dead people when they junction with the sun.]

The summoning conditions are almost the same. The only difference is that the wandering soul is still a little bit intelligent, so it is more picky about the carrier, and it must use a complete corpse as the carrier.

The group came to the south of the town, where they found a small cemetery. At first, only a few sailors who were in trouble were buried here. Later, the number of dead gradually increased, and now there are thirty or forty tombstones.

Sean poked the ground, and the land could undoubtedly be dug.

Fortunately, there are still half of the corpse on the street to be used.

He asked everyone to take out the pickaxe and shovel from a grocery store, and dig it up at the half of the body.

Soon the body was dug out and carried to the cemetery.

Everyone looked at Sean uneasy.

Sean took out the old book and looked at the time again, at 3:25.

It's a bit too much, but it doesn't matter. Sean could feel that the content in this book is not absolutely rigorous in many cases.

He didn't do much ritual things. On such a cold day, he could only go back and continue to sleep.

At the half-frozen corpse, Sean directly recited a spell.

"A weak existence from the spiritual world."

"The sad dead, the wandering soul, the new dead who lingers in his homeland and refuses to leave."

"When I alternate with the sun of the darkness, I call you! Where I gather with death, I call you! Where I buried my bones with mankind!"

"In the name of the contract you and my tribes signed with the ancient times."

"I order you to appear in this world!"

A gust of wind blew up, and the torches on everyone's hands were disturbed, but the movement was not as huge as imagined. It seemed that there were fewer people buried, and there were fewer people. Sean thought in a trance that the scale of the burial land might determine the reaction when summoning. This reaction is likely to involve a certain energy reaction between the spiritual world and reality, what prevents the spirit from dissipating, and what opened the door to the spiritual world. If he knew spiritual skills, he might be able to better understand these.

You must remember it in your notebook when you look back.

"John!" Lager called him, bringing his somewhat divergent thinking back to reality.

Sean looked at the corpse, and his eyes suddenly opened.

There was a burst of screams and a sound of gasping in the air (the real sense of "gasping in the air"). People looked at the dead man's eyes in horror. The eyes were originally closed, but at this time they were wide open with only whites in their eyes. Because their facial features had been frozen, he looked as expressionless as a puppet, but even more terrifying.

The body was half open, making a sound of He...he.

Sean immediately realized that his mouth and facial features were frozen and he could not make a sound.

He hurriedly asked someone to bring the torch closer. The flames formed a circle around the corpse. The nearest one almost hit the corpse's face. As the flames melted the ice and snow on the corpse, the corpse finally spoke. The sound was intermittent, with a strange hoarse tone, but some of it could still be heard.

"It's so cold... so cold... so painful... where am I... what happened... am I dead?"

Not good, the corpse used this time is not complete, so this soul should not be able to stay for too long. Sean hurriedly seized the time to ask.

"Tell me, what's going on here?"

"The monster...it ate me...it tore the mayor apart...it killed - everyone, it was so cold..."

"What monster? What does it look like?"

"The beast...huge...it looks...like a bear...a human face...bear..."

"Where did it come from? Why attack you?"

The corpse did not answer, its unscrupulous eyes looked into the sky, as if they were looking for something.

"Hey, talk."

"My name is Tom...I want to go home...so cold...so cold...I want to go home...mother...father...and...Elizabeth...and...and...and...cold"

The corpse's eyes slowly closed and became stiff again, and the sound of He... He was completely gone.

A gust of cold wind blew, and there was extraordinary silence around.

Sean shook his head, feeling a little sad.

He looked at the people with a dull face and spread his hands, "Then the answer came out, a huge beast, a bear with a human face."
Chapter completed!