The violent dizziness always echoed in Charle's mind, everything in front of him was hazy. He tried to open his eyes wide and wanted to see clearly, but he could not do it.

At first he felt a gust of wind flowing through his ears, and then there were other sounds around him.

The sound of ticking water, the screams of mice, and the vaguely audible manic dog barking.

He seemed to be in a very closed place, the air was dull, the surroundings seemed cold and wet, and his hands should be locked in shackles, and the cold metal feeling was accompanied by the friction of rust, sand and gravel.

Everything is so real.

It was just a hazy sight that made him feel like he was in a dream.

What happened?

He recalled carefully.

I seemed to be standing on the midsummer voyage to watch the show, but the disaster fell from the sky. The man who fell from the photo suddenly "self-destructed". What about it?

The gray fog was shrouded in his head, and he was "wake up" again, and he was in this stage of blindness.

The man seemed to be taking Charles through the space and finally came to this place?

"Zarek, who cheated on his father!"

Shire cursed secretly.

It was so powerful that it could summon angels, but it actually made people plunder people from the ground!?

He vaguely remembered that not only him, but Connie beside him was also plundered, but he didn't know where he was now.

"I hope you are still alive."

I prayed secretly, and I don’t know how long it took, but some effect seemed to fade away. The blurred vision in front of me gradually faded away, and all the scenes around me became clearer and finally returned to normal.

Looking around, Charles found that this was a black prison with a narrow space, the soil was as solid as iron, and a pile of straw under his butt. Not far away, the end of the cell was blocked by wooden railings. The railings were quite old and had turned black and moldy.

Outside the railing is a corridor with dim light. There is also a cell across the corridor, but it is empty.

At this time, he was indeed bound to an iron handle on the wall, tightly imprisoned with black metal shackles covered with rust.

The cell has no windows, the walls are covered with black moss, and moist water vapor slowly overflows through the walls; it seems that the outside is not a normal place.

[A cell filled with the breath of death, its age is no less than 500 years old, it may be built at the bottom of the water]

The Eye of Real reminded me that I couldn't help but feel a little scared.

There was no one around, and Charles was thinking about how to escape from here.

Summon the shuttle door?

But entering and leaving the shuttle door is completely different. I can only take the initiative to drill and I can't suck him in...

Other ways?

Is there any other way?

However, before he could think about it, he was interrupted by a sudden person.

Or, it's not human.

She was wearing a cloak and wrapped in a dirty bandage, only a pair of lilac eyes were exposed. At this time, the pretty eyes were staring at Charles with a deep gaze.

If this were the only one, Charles would not make any comments, but when the man walked through the wooden railing without any obstacle, he was quite sure of it.

He is not a human, but a "ghost"

The prompts of the Eye of Truth also fully illustrate this point.

[Finex Caroling, a member of the Dulin royal family, a senior necromancer, he is in a special spiritual state, and his spirituality is very powerful]

【He has bad intentions to you】

...

"What are you going to do?" Seeing him stopping in front of him, Charles couldn't help asking.

"Sacrifice you to the great twisted gap so that I can reach the mysterious place of death." The "man" replied, stretching out his hand to look at Charles' face carefully, and finally nodding with satisfaction.

Then he laughed, "Don't worry, the necromancer rarely offers sacrifices, and there is never a lack of death in the places of death."

"But the result may be even worse than sacrifice."

As he said tsk, he squatted in front of Charles, holding a pitch-colored stone with his hands wrapped in bandages, and began to draw on the ground.

"Not a sacrifice? Then what are you going to do? Soul-sucking, practicing spells, or taking over the body?"

A necromancer or a necromancer in a spirit state has only so many demands when coming and going. Shir, who is also a necromancer, knows something about this.

"A pretty smart guy?"

The bandage man looked up at Charles in surprise, then bent his eyes maliciously, as if he was laughing, "Your body is mine in a while, of course, it's only temporary."

Maybe he felt that Charles was not threatening to him. The bandage man was busy and laughed: "Death plunder can temporarily control a new body in this state, and the birth ceremony can allow me to have a body again, unique, strange, thorough, full of potential, and no one knows it."

As he said that, he looked up at Charles, "The premise is that a man and a woman must have sex with each other, you are blessed."

"So you've plucked Connie here with me?"

"Is her name Connie? Very earthy name..." As she tsk, the bandage man kept moving, and a magic circle formed faintly on the ground.

"Are you not afraid of being found by the church?"

"Those bastards are not that fast." The bandage man looked at Charles with his light purple eyes and said, "Using the gap, I crossed the entire Dulin Kingdom, which is one month away from the Poison Dragon Sea."

Charles' heart sank.

Although he felt that he had a scapegoat and seemed not so easy to be taken over, the person in front of him was not taking over the body, but "being possessed".

Who knows how to attach this kind of possession?

"Why me?" he couldn't help asking.

There were so many people on the deck, why did you look for him? I was eating melons on the side, but the pot fell from the sky. This situation was simply inexplicable.

"If you don't look for those ugly monsters?" The bandage man looked at him in confusion, and then said for granted: "I don't want my new body to look ugly. You can only see the whole boat."

Shire was speechless.

So, is this the so-called "sarcastic face"?

Or is it wrong to be handsome?

"It seems that I have to pray for being ugly in the next life, so as not to encounter such a thing." Charles took a deep breath.

"Next life?" The bandage man said gloomyly: "Do you still expect to ascend to heaven? Ridiculous thoughts, after the birth ceremony, your spirituality, your body, everything about you will turn into nourishment for my new body growth, and you will only disappear completely. Boy, don't blame me, who made you a church member!"

He spoke with hatred when he said this. Charles wanted to say that we are actually comrades, but he probably wouldn't have given up on his current actions even if he said that.

In fact, after saying that, the bandage man had basically finished portraying the magic circle.

A semicircular magic array surrounding Charles, as well as a complete circular magic array.

This scene is somewhat familiar. In the world of ice and fire, the magic circle he "sacrificed" to the female savage was a bit similar to this one.

Unfortunately, my partner has been replaced by myself.

"Okay, boy, please admit that you are unlucky." After the last stroke, the bandage stood up and bent his eyes at Charles.

He was laughing again.

"If you remember correctly, are you Rhine's nephew? Oh, don't ask me why I know, in fact I just know. It's a pity that Rhine, she is old and is not useful at all."

"But after this matter, maybe I should go to her grave to "thank you" and crush her bones and ashes? No, no, this is not enough to relieve my hatred..."

He muttered to himself, and then before Charles could react, a gloomy spell squirmed out of his bandaged mouth. The spell was low and sneaky, like the undead in the dark surrounding the living and whispering.

It was another familiar scene. Charles didn't know what he would encounter next, but his mood was very complicated at this time.

When you use necromancers to play with others, it is very "pleasant". If you are played with necromancers, it doesn't feel very beautiful.

As the spells appeared one after another, the magic circle on the ground began to quietly bloom with gray light, and several candles placed at the tip of the edge suddenly ignited without fire, and the prompt of the Eye of Real floated past the eyes.

【Your body is imprisoned by a special magic array, you are trapped in a petrified state, and your spirituality is suppressed】

The prompt of the Eye of True was completely futile, because after this information floated, the bandage person standing opposite him suddenly took off his body, the cloak fell off, the bandage floated and accumulated on the ground, and a large amount of gray mist came to his face.

Shire wanted to turn his head to avoid it, but under the action of this magic circle, he couldn't move.

So he was wrapped in gray fog.

[Finex Carolin activates possession spell on you, your spirituality is wrapped, and your control over your body begins to decrease]

...

【Your control of your body begins to decrease】

...

The prompt sound floated by one after another, and Charles found that everything he could have felt was constantly weakening, whether it was the hindrance of his hands and the shackles, or the cold temperature coming from his body close to the wall, the tampered by his body, was getting weaker and weaker.

This made him feel a little confused and his heart kept sinking.

But within a while, Charle's heart, which was beating rapidly, slowly calmed down, and his face turned strange.

The prompt message in front of you floated by one after another.
To be continued...