The barren land was devoid of vegetation, leaving only bare soil and rocks. Fortunately, some sparse, tenacious weeds still thrived among the cracks in the rocks, their shriveled, tough roots clinging to the loose soil beneath, preventing the formation of a windswept, sandy climate.

A pair of dark blue cloth shoes stepped on the soft soil, and then the small feet wrapped in white socks were lifted up, and the slender body leaped forward quickly.

Loran Hill was wearing a black coat and flying lightly over the earth like a nimble black bird, heading towards his distant destination.

The village she was heading to was in a remote valley about 50 miles from the canyon. Although various locations here were remote, this village was surrounded by fewer other villages and was somewhat isolated, making it feel even more remote.

In the sky, two birds also spread their wings and followed the girl, overlooking the wilderness below.

Suddenly, a sharp bird call sounded overhead, and the girl stopped for a moment.

Although in the eyes of outsiders, this land seems empty, but in the eyes of the girl and Blue Crow, it is not the case.

Wisps of ghosts, like smoke, drifted up from the cracks in the earth, then twisted into a vague shape. It seemed to have no intelligence, just an instinctive yearning to chase other living beings.

Is this the ghost?

Looking at the strange life in front of him, Loran Hill felt a little curious, then reached behind his back and pulled out a slender mahogany sword from the wooden box.

This was a gift from her mother-in-law before she left. Although it was not an extraordinary item, it was enough for her to deal with such an enemy.

The tip of the wooden sword pointed obliquely at the ground. A faint light extended from the girl's wrist, covering the sword body. Then a light blue arc of light passed through the atmosphere, directly shattering the weak ghost that had just formed in front of her, and dissipated like ashes.

Although the girl had never practiced the Undead Sequence before, it did not mean that she did not understand this sequence. On the contrary, her knowledge of the Undead Sequence far exceeded that of other sequences.

This was also due to the teachings of her first teacher, Trinasha, the Great Witch of the Mercury Dynasty. As a witch who had personally experienced the nearly thousand-year war in the Second Epoch, witnessing the rise of the dynasty and the Undead Order from nothing, her attainments in the Undead Order were unmatched by others.

However, perhaps because she has experienced too many dark events in the past, Trinasha does not encourage future generations to continue on this path.

After dealing with the new ghost, Loran Hill did not leave immediately, but slowly walked to the ground where the ghost was formed. The soft soil exuded a faint cold breath, which was the magic power emitted by the Undead Sequence.

She used her wooden sword to push away some of the soil, and some lavender magic rose like smoke in her field of vision, but to outsiders, there was nothing special here.

This magical power seemed to be gradually seeping out from the earth, and there was no specific location to be found. Taking his hand off the ground, Roland Hill quietly pondered and analyzed.

It seems that what Granny Gro was saying was indeed correct. If the source could be easily found, the problems in this area would have been solved by the dynasty long ago, and it would not have been abandoned for so long.

Shaking his hands, letting the dust fall from his fingers, Loran Hill continued to run towards the north. The mountains in the distance were also shrouded in a hazy purple sunset glow in the evening, as colorful as dusk.

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When it got dark, Loran Hill jumped off a high cliff. The night wind blew his black coat and long hair, which swayed rapidly behind him, making a whistling sound.

The girl's black eyes stared down, and in a secluded corner between two mountains, a village of about a hundred households came into view.

It was already around nine or ten in the evening, and the air in the valley was chilly, like water, drowning her. A shiver awoke her awake, and the hairs on her body stood on end. Loran Hill wondered if she needed an extra blanket tonight. If that wasn't possible, she'd just huddle with the two birds for warmth.

The village was very quiet at night, with almost no firelight to be seen, and only the chirping of insects and barking of dogs dotted the night.

This place is different from the outside world. Firewood is a very precious thing. These Youchi people will not light a fire unless it is a critical moment.

The girl did not hide her figure and walked directly in the middle of the road, approaching the village.

In reality, mountain nights aren't as bright as they appear in movies and TV shows; that's often due to fill light or artificial lighting. In reality, the film footage is essentially devoid of imagery; it's completely pitch black, a fact perhaps unimaginable to those living in metropolitan areas.

There's a great terror in the mountains at night. Even if you strain your eyes, they feel as if covered by a thick, leathery black cloth, blinding you to anything. Perhaps a cliff or an abyss lies just ahead, or perhaps a snake or insect coils at your feet. Fear always comes from the unknown.

This was how people perceived the mountains a long time ago. It was not until people invented flashlights that this memory and perception were gradually forgotten.

When they were not far from the village, Loran Hill opened his five fingers, and a warm orange flame ball formed in the palm of his hand. It then dispersed into several fireballs, floating around his body and illuminating the surroundings.

After all, it was already late, and if she didn't light a fire, she would be regarded as strange and hostile. Thinking of this, the girl hesitated for a moment, then took out the wooden mask in her arms and covered her beautiful face with it.

After the fire was lit, a few dog barks and screams were heard in the village, followed by sparse footsteps.

Soon after, torches were lit on the lookout tower at the entrance of the village, and shouts and greetings were heard.

"Who are you?" The wording used is quite old-fashioned, and the tone is also different from that of the outside world.

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