“Wednesday, Wednesday!”

Wednesday's figure immediately appeared outside the door, "It's here for the master."

"Let them bring tools, we're going to work."

Half an hour later, Sean brought a group of short goblins to the forest covered with twilight grass.

The sun set in Nord early, Sean took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. It was less than four o'clock and the sky was already dark.

There are more than ten hours left before 3 a.m., which is enough for them to work hard.

"Start work, guys." With his order, the dwarf goblins immediately started to work and began digging on the spot. Several locations started construction at the same time, and soon the human skeleton buried in the soil was dug.

As the surface of the twilight grass and soil were cleared off, more and more bones were exposed. Sean was secretly shocked. Although he was mentally prepared, looking at the densely stacked corpse bones was still a scene that made people feel scared and shocked.

These corpses have obviously been buried here for a long time. Most of the skeletons are decayed by time. Many remaining bones are broken when touched, and more are mixed in the soil and turned into pitch black mud and decayed soil.

Fortunately, there are enough bones, and if you dig too much, you can always dig some more complete ones. Sean doesn't need them to be very strong. In fact, being fragile may not be a bad thing sometimes.

As mentioned in the book, although the lost spirits have lost their self-awareness, like any undead, they follow the most basic behavior pattern - killing all living creatures. Once they possess them on the bones, they will transform into undead creatures and launch attacks on nearby lives.

Sean's mission is to physically release him and kill him again. If he wants to absorb the memory of the lost spirit, he must make it appear, kill him, and consume the last trace of death power of the spirit. What remains is pure memory. Otherwise, if it is absorbed directly, even the weakest spirit will still cause inevitable damage to the living body.

Therefore, these dug out skeletons are only used as temporary shells of spiritual bodies and will be destroyed soon. If they are too hard, they will be bad.

Looking at the pretty complete bones in front of me, I felt that any wooden stick could easily be broken. The undead that became possessed must be very fragile.

But despite thinking so, Sean decided to add another insurance.

When the dwarfs dug out the bones, he walked to the edge of the grass and looked at a crooked juniper tree to calculate the height. The tree was only ten meters away from where he was about to conduct the summoning ceremony. He decided to install a mechanism here, which was the last insurance.

Take out a logging axe from your pocket, and Sean cuts it off at a fir tree not far away.

What Sean wants to do is a mechanism called a pendulum. The principle is very simple. He traps several pieces of wood together, hangs it up with a rope, pulls it up high, and then ties it tightly with a rope.

At that time, as long as the rope is cut off, the log will fall down like a huge pendulum. No matter whether it is a skeleton or a zombie, it can be smashed and smashed in an instant.

This job is not easy. If the log is not weight enough, it will be insufficient. Sean does not have much logging experience. It took him more than an hour to put down the not-so-thick tree and cut it into four sections and tie it together.

He was so tired that he was sweating all over last night, so he decided to hand over the rest of the work to the goblins.

The goblins there are working very fast. They have dug up a large number of bones, but unfortunately there is not a single one. Sean is not in a hurry, and it is OK to use pieces together.

He roughly calculated the number of bones, and it was probably enough to use three or five skeletons.

So he asked the short goblins to stop and set up the "pendulum", and he began to fiddle with his bones.

He found a piece of open space, sorted the bones into a complete human form according to the shape of the human body. Although he knew that hundreds of years had passed, when he encountered the bone, Sean was still a little scared.

However, once you see more things, it will be the case. Sean quickly adapted to this feeling and became familiar with it.

Soon this 'skeleton' was pieced together.

Sean didn't understand the bones of the human body, so he was fine. He was unsure of how many pieces he had missing or how many more.

Fortunately, psychics are not LEGO toys and do not have such high-precision requirements. As long as you can fool ghosts, the lost spirit body has no IQ, so there should be no problem...

It was seven o'clock in the evening and the preparations were finally completed.

The pendulum was hung high and marked, and Sean felt that it was probably not useful, but an extra layer of guarantee was always good.

More than a dozen torches were inserted into the fourth week of the air. They must be cut into pieces at 3 a.m. The lighting tools must be prepared in advance.

The skeleton is placed in the middle of the open space.

After all this was arranged, Sean took the goblins home.

After dinner, Sean saw that it was still early, so he woke him up at 2 a.m. Wednesday and then went to bed.

Sean was woken up in a few hours.

"Master, time is up, are you going to set off?"

Sean nodded and struggled to get up from the bed.

He washed his face with cold water, tried to wake himself up, and walked out of the door of the mansion in neatly dressed. The dark night outside and the cold night wind blew towards him made him feel relieved.

It was really not a comfortable thing to do when he was in the middle of the night when he was not hiding in the quilt and sleeping in the forest. At this time, he missed the fur-covered wooden bed, and even more missed the apartment in Jianbao.

But he knew that there was no way to hide from such things, and he could only summon the lost spirit body at three in the morning.

Sean sighed, waved his hand and set off with the team.

The goblins obviously had some complaints about working night shifts, but this time Sean made up his mind. He was unwilling to go to the cemetery alone in the middle of the night to take risks. Even if these goblins have no combat power, they can at least be brave.

The valley at night was extremely quiet, but not without sound. The howling of the beasts, the rustling sound of the night wind blowing through the treetops, and the strange and bustling sound of the saxals in the dark all made the night seem uneasy.

However, walking in the dark valley, Sean still felt a dead silence. He could feel something seemed to be moving in the darkness. Although he could not see or hear, those things were there and were getting closer and closer.

When Medorian called the junction of the darkness at 3 a.m., there might be some reason. He looked at the darkness around him and couldn't help but tremble. The thick fur coat could not stop the cold. He held the torch in front of him and tried his best to let the flames dispel the darkness in front of him.

He glanced at the short goblins behind him, all of whom showed a cringe and sleepy look, following behind with a sparse look, but Wednesday was still concerned, waving his stick to make sure no one fell behind.

However, the coal ball was extremely excited and rushed around in the darkness ahead. Its eyes glowed in the darkness, becoming a striking signpost.

After walking deep and shallow, for a while, just as Sean was wondering if he was lost, the front suddenly opened up, without the obstruction of trees, and the moonlight fell without any concealment.

arrive!

He recognized it at a glance. Even in the dark night, the flat open space and the white bones in the open space were still clear. The green of the grass around it was pitch black at night, and only those white small flowers appeared faintly under the flames.

This is the battlefield he had arranged before. Sean ignited the torches around the open space one by one. The jumping fire illuminated the lying skeletons on the open space, and also brought a mysterious atmosphere to the ceremony site.

Sean nodded with satisfaction, looking a little stance.

He swept away the goblins, and these little guys were probably not able to help, but they were also living lives after all. If the resurrected undead was too fierce, these little guys could attract some firepower.

He was ready to lose a few goblins - except on Wednesday, he asked Wednesday to stay on the periphery and be responsible for the "site safety", and actually arranged a position for it to run away at any time.
Chapter completed!