Chapter 164: Did Holt really wear a hat? (Thanks to Dongfang Wufei for the tip)

Lucia glanced down at Ifrit, her gaze seemed to be saying, can you do it?

Ifrit rolled her eyes in annoyance and muttered slightly: Childish!

Ron understood Lucia's power.

Lucia, the moon goddess.

Although her situation was somewhat special, let alone possessing the power of a god, she was not even as good as an ordinary practitioner. Her body was weak and her combat power was infinitely close to zero.

However, Lucia still retains some of the authority of the Moon Goddess.

She could manipulate the moonlight at will, making all the light bypass her. So, in the eyes of the guards in front of her, Ron did not exist at all.

In other words, control the light entering the eyes of these guards, and project the light reflected by the jungle and weeds farther away into the eyes of the guards, so that what the guards see in front of them is the dense bushes at all times.

This kind of power may not seem very strong, but it requires extremely delicate operations, and even the Great Saint Christian cannot achieve this level.

Lydia and Charlene both looked a little surprised. They looked at each other and walked out from the bushes.

Just like Ron and Ifrit, the guards in front of them were completely unaware of their presence.

They seemed to have used invisibility... No, this effect was even more exaggerated than invisibility.

Moreover, Sharin's invisibility can only be used by herself, and she cannot make others invisible together. Moreover, Sharin does not have the ability to create invisibility magic scrolls.

Taking a deep breath, Ron once again walked forward. As the distance got closer, Ron could even see the small insects buzzing around the eyes of a guard.

However, even though Ron had walked up to the guard, the guard still failed to notice Ron's presence.

This was much more convenient. Ron gestured to the people behind him, then put his arm around Ifrit's waist and lightly tapped his toes. The three figures silently crossed the wall.

Charlene and Lydia followed closely behind.

With the help of moonlight, Ron judged the direction and then rushed diagonally to the right.

The soles of my feet stepped on the fallen leaves, making a rustling sound.

Gradually, some resentment could be felt in the air.

Faintly, one could even hear bursts of sharp wails and screams filled with despair in one's ears.

Most of the voices were women's, mixed in with some babies' cries. The sharp cries made the atmosphere of the area even more eerie.

The distorted syllables began to echo in Lydia and Sharin's ears. The sound became louder and louder, and more and more crazy. Even though Lydia was an undead witch, small bumps appeared on her skin.

How many people died in this place?

This place is Granville's palace. Who would have thought that there would be such a spooky place inside the palace? Not to mention the palace, even if you say this is a mass grave, I'm afraid no one would doubt it.

Lydia finally understood why there was not a single patrolling guard here... Not to mention ordinary soldiers, even if it was a cultivator with good strength, if he stayed in such a place for a long time, his consciousness and soul would definitely be eroded and polluted, and he would eventually go crazy.

The resentment here is so strong that one can imagine that these people must have endured extremely terrible torture before they died.

Lydia finally understood why Ron brought her to such a place. This kind of wreckage full of resentment was the best material for making undead summons.

The speed of several people increased again.

Just in front of Ron, a branch protruded from a big tree.

Ron did not slow down, but lowered his head out of habit.

Lucia, who was looking down at Ifrit in a smug manner, did not notice that the branch was getting closer and closer to her head.

Bang.

Crashed.

The small body flipped in the air and fell headfirst to the ground.

Half of his head was buried in the soft fallen leaves, just like when he was in the hotel before, and his pair of short legs kept looking around in the air.

Ron's lips were trembling. How many times had this happened? Ron couldn't remember clearly, so he said that this spot on his shoulder was very dangerous, but Lucia didn't believe it.

Under the crooked mask, Lucia pursed her lips and looked like she was about to cry.

Ron quickly squatted down and hugged Lucia in his arms: "Be good, be good...don't cry, don't cry, I will be more careful next time..."

The little girl didn't cry after all, but she still puffed up her cheeks and looked unhappy, and her chubby little hands kept rubbing her forehead.

“Hehehe…”

Ron had just coaxed Lucia and hadn't even had time to breathe a sigh of relief when a vague and ethereal voice slowly sounded in his ears.

“Chuckle, chuckle…”

The strange sound, coupled with the gloomy atmosphere around him, made Ron feel as if he had been instantly transported to the set of a horror movie. His body shuddered and his hair stood on end.

Looking forward, I saw a thin white mist floating in the woods in front of me, making everything hazy and shadowy. Even the moonlight in the sky became fragmented.

The air began to be filled with an unbearable stench.

Lucia and Ifrit covered their mouths and noses almost at the same time. These two little girls could not accept this kind of smell.

Ron, Charlene, and Lydia looked forward, and saw a woman lying at the foot of a big tree in front of them. The woman's face was a little pale, and there was a deep but very rough crack on her abdomen. It seemed that her internal organs had been hollowed out.

Dark red blood was slowly flowing down the wound.

The woman looked like she had died not long ago. Her belly seemed to be still trembling slowly. Then, a pair of small hands were seen stretching out from her belly.

That little hand, which had only three fingers with ugly black nails, pushed open the mother's belly, and a round little body crawled out from inside.

What kind of object is that?

He seemed to be a small child, a newborn baby.

But his scalp was uneven, and his face had no eyebrows, no eyes, no nose, only a mouth that was open to his ears.

“Hehehe…”

“Chuckle, chuckle…”

The small body lay on the ground, relying on its hands and legs, crawling slowly in the direction of Ron and others.

There was a long umbilical cord still connected to his belly button. As he crawled, a long blood trail was left on the ground. His split mouth made a humming sound.

Even though Charlene, Ron, and Lydia were all experienced fighters, they couldn't help but feel their scalps tingling... It wasn't that the oppression brought to them by this strange baby was really that strong, it was purely because of the eerie atmosphere that made people feel depressed.

Of course I'm not afraid.

Not to mention Lydia, the undead witch, Ron, who has a high-level priest certificate, is the nemesis of such ghosts and evil spirits.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Ron frowned slightly, and was about to cast a healing spell on the evil spirit... There is no magic more suitable for dealing with evil spirits than the healing spell. There may be some magic with stronger lethality, but the cost-effectiveness is too low.

The consumption of magic power by healing magic is infinitely close to zero, but it can cause quite exaggerated damage to evil spirits.

But before Ron could mobilize his own magic power, the strange baby in front of him suddenly stopped. He raised the strange head. Although it had no eyes, he could clearly feel the baby's gaze.

His gaze first fell on Ifrit.

Then, slowly, it moved to Lucia.

Finally, it fell on Ron.

All he saw was that the originally weird, extremely hideous and distorted face suddenly became extremely terrifying. He didn't even dare to stay where he was. He turned around, and desperately scratched the ground with his arms and legs. He ran as fast as he could, and made strange noises from his mouth.

As a result, he accidentally tripped over the umbilical cord, and his body immediately turned into a rolling gourd and rolled out.

With a thud, he hit his mother.

This little thing seemed to have realized that it was doomed, so it simply gave up trying to run away. It just lay down on the ground with a look of despair on its face, as if saying, "Do whatever you want to me, I'm just lying down."

The sudden change left Ron dumbfounded. He was unable to react for a moment. Who was the evil spirit?

However, Ron soon understood.

Even though Ifrit was seriously injured and no longer had any strength left, he was still a dragon after all.

Lucia, the moon goddess.

Ron, a senior certified priest, also has the heart of the goddess of dawn.

Although he is dead, the evil spirit is much more sensitive to the aura of all aspects than normal humans. He may not be aware of the identities of Ifrit, Lucia and Ron.

But he knew that these three could crush him with just a flick of their fingers.

You can't beat him, and you can't run away, so you might as well just lie down.

"Do you want to accept it?" Ron looked at Lydia beside him and asked in a low voice.

As a witch of the dead, there are two main types of beings that can be summoned.

One is tangible, such as various skeletons and death knights.

One type is formless, including resentful spirits and evil spirits.

Although this little baby in front of me looks weird and a little scary, he is full of resentment. Judging from his reaction just now, he is also quite intelligent and is suitable to be an evil spirit.

Lydia didn't hesitate for too long and nodded quickly: "Take it."

She is not picky. An undead witch without a suitable summon will lose all her fighting power.

Taking a deep breath, Lydia walked towards the child ghost. The little guy saw that it was Lydia who was walking in front of him and seemed to want to resist, but when he saw Ron behind Lydia, he immediately became obedient and lay motionless, allowing Lydia to move her lips and recite a eerie and strange spell. A black collar condensed in mid-air and wrapped around the neck of the baby evil ghost, leaving a mark on the evil ghost.

With a wave of his hand, the little evil spirit disappeared.

After the evil spirit disappeared, the woman on the ground also disappeared, replaced by a pale skeleton, and next to it was a pile of small remains that were not even in shape.

When seeing this scene, Ron already knew in his heart that this woman should be a princess of the 474th Holt.

Because she was carrying a monster, she might die of dystocia during delivery, so she was thrown directly into the back mountain. The fetus in her belly suffocated and died due to lack of oxygen. After turning into an evil spirit, it broke through the mother's belly and was able to see this world.

Looking at the mountain behind, the thick resentment is almost turning into rolling thick clouds, blocking the moonlight above.

Over the years, no one knows how many magicians have been drained by Holt 474... and no one knows how many princesses died in childbirth, and princes and princesses suffocated to death, and their bodies were dumped here.

Holt is the 474th generation, and he has truly done all the bad things.

Ron was a little doubtful. Was Dolores really this guy's daughter?

How could such a twisted and evil thing give birth to such an excellent daughter like Dolores? Could he really have been framed?

Thank you Dongfang Wufei for the reward, and thank you all for your support.

(End of this chapter)