Sean lay on the ground for a long time until he started to feel a little chilled, and he struggled to get up from the ground.

Shaking the snow on his body, Sean felt that the burning sensation on his skin had subsided a lot, but the pain was still inevitable. The muscles twitched from time to time, and the nerves also passed the pain to his brain.

Sean himself was a little surprised that he was suffering so much that he didn't scream, or more thoroughly - to cry.

It seems that reading memory and feeling death is really a training exercise. He smiled self-deprecatingly, accidentally touching the wound on his face.

He called on Wednesday to clean up the venue. This time it should be his last time summoning spirits this year. In fact, Sean felt that he was unlikely to summon the ghost things in the spirit world in the future.

When she returned home, Sean immediately found a mirror and looked at her hideous face in the mirror. Sean was shocked.

Fortunately, I still have Spiritual Water, otherwise I would be like this bear, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to find a girlfriend in the future.

He thought to himself teasingly, although he is not the kind of young man who makes a living by his appearance, there is no harm in being handsome.

He opened a bottle of Bali wine and found a clean cotton cloth. Sean was dipped in the wine and carefully cleaned the wound. He grinned from time to time. After finally cleaning the wound, Sean was already sweating profusely. He made sure there was nothing unclean in the wound. He took the Spirit Water out of his pocket and poured it into a glass cup.

He couldn't bear to drink too much at once, so he only poured a small shallow cup into the glass and dried it in one bite.

The cool feeling was like a straight line spreading all over his body, especially in the burned area of ​​the flames. He looked at himself in the mirror, and the flesh at the wound was squirming, and new granulations grew, and soon scarred and molted.

The injury on his face had recovered from four or five layers, and the recovery speed began to slow down. The coolness gradually dissipated. Sean hurriedly took another sip, and the coolness appeared again. The burns on his face began to close and scarred. Soon most of them disappeared, leaving only a flame-shaped scar, and the wound healing stopped again.

Sean touched his face with his hand and removed the dead skin on his face. It didn't hurt much anymore, only a little numbness and itch left.

The scar is not too ugly, it only gives his face a bit more fierce temperament. Sean hesitated for a moment and did not continue to drink it. Although drinking a little more can completely cure the scar, drinking a little less of the Spirit Water will make you less. Since it is no longer a big deal, the remaining scar is not a big deal. It is better to save as much as possible.

There is another reason: Spiritual Water has side effects. If you can avoid drinking it, try to drink as little as possible.

He shook the bottle and the remaining spiritual water could be about one-third of the remaining one, less than 100 ml of it, and it was estimated that it could heal the serious injury again.

Carefully sealing the bottle mouth and putting it away, Sean breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the wound had been healed and the possessed soul was dispelled, Sean was still very scared. He almost disappeared tonight. He could not imagine what a tragic ending would be like when he was taken over.

It seems that if it is not necessary in the future, it is better not to absorb the fire of memory. Although you can quickly obtain skills, the risks are relatively high.

And he has now found a way to obtain magical power, so why not consider it carefully in this regard.

While thinking, he lay on the bed. The night of tossing and troubles made him exhausted and he was completely confused. He didn't even take off his clothes, and he fell asleep quickly as soon as he closed his eyes.

Sean dreamed again.

He dreamed that he soared in the sky like a goshawk, flew through the forest, flew through the snowfield, flew through the pass between the mountains, and on a high mountain in the extreme north, he saw a magnificent palace.

Surrounded by mountains, flowers and green grass are blooming, walls built by huge stones, towering towers, and huge temples with logs...

Sean fell from the sky and found himself standing on a magnificent stone square with huge statues standing around, Nord-style buildings located layer by layer, almost equivalent to a city.

He walked on the street, and a magnificent hall appeared in front of him. The temple looked familiar. Sean looked at the crack in the gate, and a sing came from the hall, as if thousands of people were singing.

He suddenly remembered that he had been here before, and was in a dream. Are he really dreaming now? He thought in a daze.

In a daze, suddenly a flower in front of me was flashing with light and shadows. The originally broken old hall turned into a sacred hall with golden light.

He was stunned for a moment, and the door suddenly opened, and a bearded Nord man in a hawk helmet stood in the door and looked at him, "Hey, what are you waiting for? Come in quickly, everyone is waiting for you."

Sean followed inexplicably. The hall was brightly lit, the walls were covered with torches, and huge braziers were placed around. There was also a huge bonfire for tasting in the middle of the hall. The firelight reflected the surrounding walls, sculptures, thrones, and shining.

Many Nord Warriors wearing armor, animal skins, battle robes, and even naked upper body and muscles were singing loudly, or drinking wine in big mouthfuls. On the fire, roasted pigs, roasted deer, and roasted bears were emitting an unimaginable charming aroma. Large pieces of meat, barrels of wine, singing loudly, showing the heroic spirit of Nord Warriors.

"Hey, hey, Nord Warriors are brave."

"Hey, hey, the long sword battle axe flashes cold light."

"I'm not afraid of the dragon spurting fire, I'm not afraid of the devil's lies."

"Go up to that high mountain, into the deep sea, and spread the name of my Lord Omway."

"Step into the battlefield, blood-stained shield, and the name of Aum sings, spreading my reputation."

Sean was so excited that he couldn't help singing loudly. The song went straight into the depths of his soul, making him tremble with excitement.

He seemed to see familiar figures in the crowd, Olaf, Ivar, Alvi... He wanted to go up and say hello, but the figure flashed but disappeared again.

A one-eyed warrior stuffed a wine glass into Sean's hand. Sean drank the wine in the cup, gulping and drinking, suddenly felt something was not right. Why did the wine taste so fishy and sticky, as if it was a bloody smell.

When he looked down, his hair suddenly stood up, his back felt cold, and the golden cup in his hand turned into a bone cup made of a skull. The cup was not filled with wine, but scarlet blood.

He was so scared that his hands shook, his cup fell to the ground, and with a clang, it echoed in the hall, and the singing suddenly stopped and everyone looked at him.

Sean looked around again, and the magnificent hall became the broken and old hall again. The fire was extinguished, there was no fire, only the dark coke, the room was dark, there was no golden light on the walls, only the mottled traces of time, no roasted pigs and fine wine, the Nord warriors turned into dead bones, wearing the same decaying armor, and looked at him with a pair of black eye sockets, expressionless.

Sean slowly stood up and rushed out of the hall. The moment he rushed out of the hall, his feet suddenly became empty...

Ah! Sean screamed and suddenly woke up from the nightmare.

He stared at the wood ceiling above his head and the goshawk pattern on the beam of the roof, covered in cold sweat.

Hu, Hu, Hu! It's really a ghost, why do you have such a nightmare?
Chapter completed!