Fairyland, big problem

"Elfland, something is wrong ()"

Pushing open the heavy rosewood door, a scent of books rushes towards you. From the outside, there are several corners of the eaves on the top of the book collection tower are missing, but the internal floors are intact.

[Director, go to the last row. 】

"Um."

The cursed doll sitting on his shoulder pointed to the back of the bookshelf with a clear goal.

[Director, you might run into a gui later. 】

"How to say?"

[There are too many broken souls in the ancient ruins on the island in the middle of the lake, and some of them have deep obsessions, which happen to be combined with evil spirits, which may cause trouble in the traditional sense. 】

"Eh? Can they become evil?"

What Wen Jiu really cares about is evil. After all, normal ghosts in horror movies are pitifully weak in a world where evil exists.

What Sadako vs. Marshal Feipeng, what do you let the little girl do.

As for the formation of evil things, cursing the doll indicated that it was more difficult.

The evil thing may be a single soul, or a hybrid soul, but there must be a main soul.

The scattered soul fragments here do not meet the requirements, and the amount of evil psionic energy is too small, which is barely equivalent to the severed fingers of the two evil ghosts just now.

Of course, if no one cares about it after a few hundred years, a certain soul fragment will grow slowly, that's another matter.

click.

Take down a thread-bound book as thick as a dictionary on the last shelf, and the book next to it is empty.

A thin back with long hair reaching to the waist was revealed.

A very old-fashioned ghost story, the last row of the bookshelf is against the wall, but after picking up the book, I see someone behind the shelf.

The woman turned around abruptly, her facial features were hollow, and she swooped outward like a snake, as if she wanted to pass through the gap and bite on someone's face.

quiet…

The white shadow that was about to pass through the bookshelf froze, and through the gap in the bookshelf, it saw a black doll grinning ferociously.

The doll's mouth was a dark golden zipper, which was gently pulled open, and endless resentment poured out.

[Oh ~~ Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 】

Cursing the doll is still full of ideas, 【It's a little better than that Mu Xiaoshuang. 】

"That's Mu Fengshuang, you can't compare a girl with a gui."

The cursed doll looked around, [No more, let's go to other places to see. 】

Anyway, if you want to check the hidden dangers of the island in the middle of the lake, you might as well walk more.

After leaving the Dian Pavilion, Mu Xinghe came up to inquire about the situation, and Wen Jiu only said that he had discovered the remaining tyrannical toxin.

"Oh? Maybe the wind blows into the house."

Mu Xinghe knew very well that Dian Pavilion still had wooden windows, with more or less cracks, and had to be cleaned every one or two months.

Continuing the journey, the middle section of the building complex is naturally an enchantment area.

The seal was much bigger than Wen Jiu imagined, it was a circle with a diameter of ten meters, surrounded by a lot of incomprehensible symbols.

The outside is covered with a very light barrier, which is visually thin, and Wen Jiu can feel the subtle thickness at close range.

All the evil spirits in the tyrannical forest have come out, and a few hours of hard work may break the boundary.

There are cameras and sensor posts near the seal, so there is no need to get close.

The cursed doll confirmed that the surroundings were correct, and only the rear area of ​​the building complex was left.

"Shenbingfang, this is a place related to the forging of spiritual equipment." Mu Xinghe introduced.

I don't know what kind of material was used as the dye for the golden font carved on the stone tablet. Under the soft light of the camping lamp, the font of "Shenbingfang" is shining golden and mighty.

Wen Jiu looked behind the stele, and saw several buildings with similar architectural styles neatly arranged, from forging to storage, small in scale.

【Director! 】

"What's wrong?"

Listening to the tone of the cursing doll, it is definitely not a snack, it means taking it seriously.

It is level 45, and the opponent worthy of seriousness must be an upper-level evil spirit.

Taking out the cursed shovel, Wen Jiu reminded Mu Xinghe to be on guard, only to find that the cursed doll was missing.

"What did you find?"

[It's strange, a little familiar, and very thin. 】

"It's thin again?"

The tyrannical toxin in the Dian Pavilion was diluted before, so what is diluted here?

[Blue-black mist.

】

"Huh...huh?!" Wen Jiu was stunned.

During the Battle of Feipengguan, the cursed doll was not there. He had never been in contact with lizards or flying butterflies, so he had not eaten the blue-black mist on the battlefield.

The reason why I have this experience is from Marshal Feipeng's sword ten thousand miles.

The thing was tightly sealed, and it had to be cleaned up before it was handed over to Mu Shenzhou to send it to the Clothes Tomb, so the cursed dolls online would come out to have a feast.

It can't finish it at all, and the rest of the evil-type psionic energy has to be cleaned up with the purification talisman.

At that time, the Coffin of the God of Death was present, and it was obvious that there was some blue-black mist on the Zhan Dao Wanli.

The quantity is not much, but let the cursed doll eat it, and there will be a recognition and tracking cognition in the future.

However, what does the blue-black mist have to do with Yanling Lake and the island in the middle of the lake?

Ding... Ding... Ding...

A sound of metal hitting came from a distance.

Ding... Ding... Ding...

The sound is continuous, the rhythm is gentle, and the interval between each sound is almost the same.

"It's...the sound of a blacksmith striking iron."

Mu Xinghe gave it with a puzzled expression. The sound of iron forging is rarely heard in modern times. There are professional equipment for smelting steel equipment, and the steps of manual tempering for Bie Ling system equipment have also been greatly reduced.

Wen Jiu was also puzzled. It is normal for Yan Lingzong to have smelting skills, and it makes sense to forge spiritual equipment by hand.

But the time is wrong, the island in the middle of the lake is uninhabited, and the remnant soul mentioned by the curse doll should not have such high hands-on ability.

The lights of the two-story building were on, and the sound of iron hammering came from inside.

The light projected the silhouette of a man on the curtain, holding a long-handled object in one hand and a big hammer in the other, repeatedly doing hammering movements.

"It looks so old, and it's candlelight, and it's flickering."

Wen Jiu was analyzing the information, when he turned his head and saw Mu Xinghe clutching his chest, looking uncomfortable, he hurriedly asked what was wrong.

"Wen Banxian, I feel my heart beating very hard, my body is very excited, and my blood vessels are swollen..."

[Director, it smells like tyrannical poison! And the feeling of being mixed with some blue-black mist, the proportion is very low. 】

"Brutal toxin..."

Wen Jiu carefully perceived that there are indeed, very rare, such as the outskirts of the tyrannical forest, and the occasional metering in the lakeside area, which should not threaten Mu Xinghe.

It can be guessed that it has something to do with the so-called thin blue-black fog.

"Curse the doll, eat part of the evil psionic energy, we have to withdraw, and come back to track it down next time!"

【Hi, I'm already full, this is much more delicious. 】

Physically uncomfortable, Mu Xinghe did not panic and put on a protective mask.

He straightened up, his eyes sparkling, as if he was in excellent condition and high-spirited.

"I feel really...something is wrong, and I want to find someone to fight."

"Stop talking, just withdraw."

Jump out of the wall and board the inflatable boat.

Mu Xinghe started the engine, "Wen Banxian, can I bother you to drive, I want to practice exercises to suppress the toxins in my body."

"no problem."

Seeing that Mu Xinghe had a clear mind, Wen Jiu relaxed a little, and drove the inflatable boat away.

When the sailing was stable, Wen Jiu looked back at the island in the middle of the lake, which was two to three hundred meters away.

It was so brightly lit!

After watching carefully for ten seconds, the wind direction turned, and suddenly the building complex was the same as when it came, and the dilapidated parts of the front area were sunk in the night...