Chapter 137

I made a mistake and forgot to take the time to mix some sword oil. The evil spirit oil is quite effective against spirits. Clown was a little annoyed. He took out his pistol and stepped into the castle gate.

After he left the sunny place, he immediately felt a chilly air spreading. Just one step away, the temperature here was significantly different from that outside the castle.

Krahn felt a vague sense of being watched, and the slight stinging sensation of being bitten by a mosquito was even stronger.

There was no doubt that he was being targeted by an unknown entity, and he had a feeling that there might be quite a few of these 'things'.

Buster meowed, hesitated at the gate for a while, and finally plucked up the courage to catch up with his owner.

The ground inside the castle was covered with wild grass and trees. Viburnum, locust, juniper, red silk grass and ivy grew in clusters, as if entering a dense forest.

Under the lush vegetation, there are piles of dry branches and leaves, giving off a desolate feeling of the city in spring.

The investigation team filed in, and everyone shuddered uncontrollably.

In the desolate courtyard, one can see a winding path that has been cleared, the bushes along the way have been cut down, and there are signs of the piled leaves being turned over, which should have been left behind by the previous investigation team.

There was silence all around, the plants were full of vitality, but there was no sound of insects or birds, and even Fukin and Buster did not make any sound.

A group of people looked around and walked forward cautiously. Someone stepped on a branch on the ground, and there was a "crackling" sound.

Nick walked in front, followed closely by Clown. Jason and Del were holding swords, four or five steps away from them. Behind them, followed the members of Leah's team.

Suddenly, a woman in khaki trousers and a white sweater felt her legs go weak and she fell forward.

Liya quickly stepped forward and supported her: "Luo Lin, are you okay?"

The woman shook her head weakly and stood up again, but her whole body was visibly shaking.

Hearing the noise behind him, Nick stopped and waited for others to catch up. He asked uncertainly, "What happened? Do you need help?"

Liya's face was solemn: "Luo Lin is a spirit master. She can see certain fragments of what happened in a place in the past. The stronger the emotions left in the land, the clearer the picture she sees."

"I saw the courtyard where we were standing now, where an evil altar was once built with blood and bones, where people wailed in vain and drowned in blood and despair.

I also saw a man dressed in black with a calm and elegant smile on his face, watching all this happen with an intoxicated look on his face. "

Luo Lin's body suddenly began to tremble again, and her emotions fluctuated violently.

She put her hand on her chest and pressed it for a while, then continued with a somewhat hoarse voice: "The man then turned his head and looked in my direction. I suddenly had the illusion that he was seeing me from the past, but it was very real."

"For extraordinary people who are good at inspirational abilities, their feelings are often magnified." Leah gently hugged Luo Lin, patted her shoulder, and comforted her in a gentle voice:

"The team sent by the Security Bureau last time was just an ordinary investigation team, and the only person who had it was a Level 2 Transcendent. Our team this time has many more Level 2 Transcendents than theirs. Moreover, we have sufficient defenses."

"Quack, quack"

Fu Jin shouted in panic, flying around like a headless fly, and then plunged down like a plane crash.

"I'll go see what's going on." Clown changed his left hand to hold the gun and drew out the star steel sword he made with his right hand.

This weapon was made by melting two standard weapons distributed by the church. The length, width and thickness of the blade were increased a lot, making it more like a small two-handed sword. However, compared to his current strength, it was just right.

"Jason, you two go together, and the others stay on guard," Nick ordered.

"Okay, Captain."

. . . .

Clown's hands flashed, and he cast the Heart Cleansing Mantra and Golden Light to protect himself.

He went around the bushes, but when he couldn't get around them he cut down the branches with his sword and headed towards where Fukuin had fallen.

Jason followed behind him, his eyes scanning like a radar, looking vigilantly to both sides.

"How long have you been a Crusader? Have you seen much combat?"

"Me?" Clown squatted down and swung his sword horizontally, cutting off a clump of oleander that was blocking his way in a few strokes. "I've only been a Crusader for about half a year, and strictly speaking, I've only fought three or four battles."

He stood up, turned around and asked, "Are you disappointed?"

After a day of getting along, he basically understood what kind of person this teammate was. He was the kind of person who didn't want to be bothered.

Some people play games and don't like to play with people who are not good at playing. Jason is one of them. He is only willing to cooperate with experts. This question is a roundabout way to find out his strength.

"To be honest, I am a little disappointed. However, your archery and spear skills are pretty good. You can barely be considered a qualified team member. Damn, you are good."

I saw Klauen gently leaning the sword on the ground, and the orange-red flame halo flickered on the sword.

Jason's attitude immediately improved. After the gray fog descended, the concentration of spirituality in the world gradually increased. The difficulty for extraordinary people to advance decreased a lot, but becoming a fire warrior within half a year was still a terrifying growth rate.

Strength includes many parts, extraordinary rank, skill proficiency, combat reaction, on-the-spot performance, resilience in adversity, and the bonuses of various equipment and potions, etc. All these factors combined can evaluate a person's true strength, but the proportion of extraordinary rank accounts for a large part.

I wonder what his expression would be if he knew that the other party had become a fire warrior a few months ago.

Crown continued forward, looking for Fukin.

"Meow," Buster growled lowly towards the front.

The branches in front of me were shaking, and that kind of shaking was definitely not caused by wind.

Through the gaps between the dense bushes, Crown saw a shadow passing by.

"Something's going on," he whispered and quickly followed.

He squeezed through the overgrown branches and came to a slightly empty meadow.

Opposite him stood a man in a ragged red shirt and fat grey pants.

Hearing the noise, the man turned around and looked.

Crown saw a scarecrow made of grass leaves and twigs, with an eyeball embedded in its face that was still rolling around.

It has a large, serrated mouth with dark red stains around its mouth that look like dried blood.

Poor Fukuin was being held in the straw man's hand and was about to be put into his mouth.

"Bang, bang"

The moment it turned its head, Crown fired two bullets and rushed forward.

The crow is his only flying pet at present and it plays a very important role. It cannot just die like this.

As for the scarecrow, it is nothing more than a monster possessed by an evil spirit.

Evil spirits usually gain power by creating various strange phenomena and stirring up negative emotions such as fear and despair in living beings.

They are tangible and can pass through objects, but exposure to sunlight will cause some damage to them.

They can attach themselves not only to living things, but also to objects.

After being possessed, they gain the power to be fearless of the sun, but they will also be bound and cannot leave easily.

"Meow," Buster roared to cheer for his owner, and he also ran forward, but his speed was much slower than when he was playing normally.

One bullet hit the scarecrow's forehead, and the other hit the spinning eyeball.

The straw man's movements were not fast, and the distance was quite close, so he was unable to avoid the oncoming bullets.

The bullet did not pass through the straw man but embedded itself into its body. Its eyeball was also shot out, leaving two black holes on its face with golden flames rising from them. There were even traces of bright red blood at the holes.

The scarecrow opened its mouth and let out a silent scream. It threw the crow in its hand aside and ran towards the person who hurt it with its arms open.

When Crown rushed out, Jason did not step forward. Firstly, he needed to be alert to his surroundings to see if there were any potential enemies, and secondly, he wanted to see the strength of his teammates.

A glimpse of the whole picture can tell a person's whole picture. He can infer part of a person's strength from a simple contact battle.

Crown injected the source of life into the weapon, and in the brilliant orange-red light and shadow, he passed by the scarecrow.

He ran forward a few steps and came to a steady stop. The straw man also ran forward a few steps and disintegrated in the process of movement.

A sword mark cut into its neck and slashed diagonally downward from the waist.

A large amount of blood flowed from the wound, but it could not extinguish the rising flames.

Black smoke came out, with a faint foul smell.

“Pah.”

Jason clapped softly. "Clean and neat. Great! I think we will be good teammates."

Without a fight, he didn't know the strength of the straw man, but he could see the swift speed of his teammates and the sword shadow that swept past quickly.

Based on these alone, he could judge that this new teammate was not the worst among the second-level transcendents.

Crown smiled and nodded, picking up the crow from the ground.

He touched the bird's chest, feeling its slightly rising and falling body, and breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like it wasn't dead yet, but rather like it had fainted from some mental attack.

"Meow," Buster ran over and rubbed against his legs affectionately.

The fire on the straw man quickly went out. Klauen squatted down and dug around in it with his sword, finding two pieces of gray spiritual energy.

He put the Linghua into a small gray leather bag and said, "Two bullets are a bit wasted."

Jason pondered for a few seconds and said, "Does your bullet have any special effect? ​​I saw golden flames rising from the body of the straw man when it was shot."

"Something special about evil spirits."

"I saw your operation last night. Is this a special enchantment method?"

"You could say that," Crown nodded.

Jason asked in a negotiating tone: "Can you give me a few of these bullets in the future so I can try out the effects. Of course, I will pay the corresponding price."

"No problem, I'll give you a few for experiments."

. . . .

When the gunshots rang out, Nick turned suddenly and looked in the direction where his two teammates left.

"Father, shall we go and take a look?" Del asked anxiously.

"Not yet, they can handle it," Nick shook his head and refused. In his opinion, if two second-level transcendents appeared in this castle during the day and could not handle the situation, they could just go back home.

Whether it is evil spirits or vampires, their fighting power at night is much stronger than during the day.

After a while, accompanied by rustling sounds and "meow", Crown and his companion came back.

Nick smiled and asked, "What happened?"

"A scarecrow possessed by an evil spirit. This thing bleeds when it's killed."

"How strong is it?"

Clown was slightly stunned: "I don't feel anything. I killed him with one sword."

Nick laughed: "It seems that he is not very strong."

He turned around and asked, "Captain Liya, how is Luo Lin doing? Is it affecting our progress?"

"I'm fine now, I can continue."

"Let's go," Nick waved his hand and said in high spirits, "Let's see how strong the evil forces here are."

A smaller wolf crouched in the bushes on the high wall. It looked at the people advancing in the "jungle", stood up and ran along the high wall. Finally, it came to a gap and jumped down from the wall on the stone bricks.

. . . .

The few of them continued forward and soon arrived in front of the stone fortress.

Unknown grasses and mosses stubbornly grew in the cracks of the fortress walls, and the lime paint on the walls had completely fallen off.

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

A breeze blew, and a piece of gravel fell from the mottled wall and landed in the grass. The dilapidated door creaked under the weight.

Not far from the stone fortress, there was a decorative fountain. Crown took a quick look and saw only fallen leaves and dead branches inside.

There is a statue in the center of the fountain, covered with moss, and it is vaguely visible that it is a bust.

Next to the fountain, there are traces of camping.

An iron pot was lying on the ground, with the embers of the campfire and unburned sticks scattered all over the place.

The ground was littered with overturned tents, tattered brown blankets, white sheets stained with blood and mud, as well as black and red bloodstains and fragments of clothing and armor.

At this moment, a thick dark cloud floated in the sky, blocking the sun's rays.

A strong wind blew up from an unknown place, making the tents and other things scattered on the ground rustle.

The white bed sheet was rolled up and blown to one side, but was blocked by an unknown object, and the shape of a human body was printed on the bed sheet.

Buster growled low at the sheets, and all his hair stood on end.

Pretending to be mysterious, Crown raised his hand and fired without thinking.

"Bang", "Bang"

Lucas also fired, and two bullets hit the shadow on the sheet at indistinguishable order, leaving two similar holes.

With a short whistle, the resistance behind the sheet disappeared and the sheet was blown high into the sky.

Crown raised his head, his eyes following the bed sheet upwards.

At this moment, he saw a black shadow standing in front of a stone window, with only one side of the wooden frame left.

Without thinking, he raised the pistol again and pulled the trigger.

"Bang", the golden bullet flew towards the window.

"Hahaha"

Wild laughter echoed over the castle courtyard, and the black shadows dispersed into a mist, disappearing into the depths of the room.

The dark clouds soon passed, the sun shone again, and the white sheets fluttered down, covering the stone statues in the fountain.

"Did you see the dark figure hiding in the room?" Crown asked.

"No."

"No."

Everyone shook their heads.

"I saw it," Lorraine said softly, "and I saw a body in white pajamas hanging behind the shadow."

"The evil creature that occupies the castle regards itself as the master here. Today, we have to be the evil guest who comes to collect debts. After all, we need to investigate the situation in the castle." Nick turned his head and looked at the sun: "What time is it now?"

"Nine fifty-two," Crown blurted out.

Luo Lin took out her pocket watch and checked it. She was surprised. It was exactly 9:52.

The priest asked, "Captain Leah, shall we go in?"

At this moment, a scarecrow wearing a funny cloth hat poked its head out of the castle door. There were a few sparse teeth in its jagged mouth, and a rotating eyeball embedded in its forehead.

The scarecrow came out and stood at the door, holding a thick bone stick in his hand.

A long tongue stretched out of its mouth and licked the eyeballs on its forehead, as if to brighten its own world.

"Del, go up and try the monster's strength. Don't worry, we are all here. We will definitely protect you if you are defeated."

Nick gave the order, and since Crown was unable to provide information about the straw man, he had to let the weakest person in the team try.

"Okay," Del picked up his hammer and rushed over. The scarecrow was not to be outdone and came forward waving his mallet.

Del swung the hammer with both hands and smashed the bone stick that the straw man had thrown down. The hammer continued to move forward and hit the straw man's chest.

The straw man flew out and flew back into the door at a speed faster than he rushed over.

"Bang", a loud impact sound was heard, and a cloud of dust was raised inside.

Dirt and rubble fell from the castle's outer walls.

Is that the end? Del was stunned, and so were the others.

The scarecrow's fighting ability was so weak, no wonder he was killed by a single sword.

Crown saw more dust rising from the door, and the Scarecrow stumbled out into the sunlight again.

The cloth hat blocked its head, and it waved its arms for a while before taking off the hat.

The scarecrow angrily threw his hat to the ground and stomped on it hard. This silly action caused some laughter.

At this moment, the scarecrow suddenly looked up, as if he had just remembered that his opponent was standing in front of him.

Crown saw that the scarecrow's chest seemed to have not suffered any damage and it was still alive and kicking.

"Bah," Del spat into his own palm, raised the hammer again and rushed towards the scarecrow.

The straw man opened his mouth and made a "woooo" sound, somewhat like a dog's growl.

Then it rushed forward as well.

Del learned his lesson and this time attacked from above, raising his hammer and smashing it on the scarecrow's head.

The Scarecrow was knocked to the ground, and then enjoyed a sledgehammer massage package.

Del smashed the scarecrow hard for several minutes, and red blood oozed out of the scarecrow.

When the scarecrow was hit and unable to move for a long time, he gasped and took a few steps back and returned to the crowd.

Within two seconds, the Scarecrow struggled to stand up again.

Del opened his eyes wide and raised the sledgehammer again, trying to rush forward.

"Back off," Leah shouted, "Physical attacks cause little damage to evil spirits. This straw seems to have a great buffering effect on your attacks."

Del turned around and looked at the priest.

Nick nodded and said, "Come back. I knew it was difficult for a first-level warrior to cause damage to evil spirits, but I didn't expect it to be this difficult."

The scarecrow rushed over again, and Del swung the sledgehammer and sent it into the door again, and it was instantly reduced to dust.

"Maybe this has a lot to do with the choice of weapons. The power of the hammer attack is dispersed. Lucas, try using a dagger. This scarecrow possessed by an evil spirit is not fast," Leah explained and replaced the team members.

She wanted to try out the strength of the scarecrow possessed by the evil spirit, as she had never seen such an evil spirit possessed creature before.

"Okay, captain, watch this," Lucas' voice sounded a little crazy. He pulled out a dagger from his waist and performed all kinds of dazzling tricks.

After playing with it for two or three seconds, he took out a bottle and quickly smeared a layer of grease on the dagger.

The Scarecrow stumbled out again, and Lucas stepped forward to meet him.

It was obvious that Lucas was a man of speed. He rushed to the scarecrow, dodged the enemy's attacks left and right, and continuously stabbed the dagger into the scarecrow's body.

Blood continued to flow out from the wounds on the scarecrow, and white smoke came out of the wounds, making sizzling sounds, as if they were being corroded by sulfuric acid.

Leah explained: "Lucas's dagger is coated with a layer of sword oil. This is a magic potion originally developed by the Warlock Organization for demon hunters. This sword oil has a special killing effect on spiritual evil creatures."

The scarecrow's body was bleeding more and more, and black wounds were corroded on it.

There were already beads of sweat on Lucas' forehead, but the scarecrow showed no signs of falling.

Another five minutes passed and the scarecrow was still standing.

"Lucas, step back. Mara, you go ahead and finish this quickly," Leah ordered, with an embarrassed look on her face.

"Okay, Captain," a black-haired woman responded. She raised her sword and also took out a bottle and applied a layer of grease on it.

Mara walked forward, raised her sword and slashed it horizontally. A flash of silver light with a murderous aura flashed, and the scarecrow's head was cut off in one stroke.

But the wound did not seem fatal. Some blood seeped out of the wound, but the scarecrow was still waving his arms and scratching.

Mara took a deep breath, grasped the sword with both hands, then she jumped high and slashed the sword from the center of the wound on her neck, but stopped after slashing her belly.

"It's stuck. I feel like this scarecrow is much tougher than the werewolf's body."

"Ah", a faint wailing sound was heard, and Clown saw a white, almost transparent shadow floating out from the scarecrow.

Mara hurriedly kicked the scarecrow, drew out her sword, and cut the shadow several times with force.

A wisp of gray smoke dispersed, and the transparent shadow completely disappeared.

Leah turned around and said to the priest seriously:

"Mara became a second-level extraordinary last month. It took her so long to deal with this scarecrow, but your man was able to kill him with one sword. Captain Nick is surrounded by many capable people."

There is another 4K, but it will probably be late. . I always thought that I had more time to write on weekends, but I finally realized that this was an illusion in life.

(End of this chapter)