The long-deserted monastery stands alone in the vast snow, in the forest.

Snow-covered pine needles surrounded the towering greystone wall, silent and silent. The stone walls were covered with cracks from wind and rain, and withered vines grew from it, like ancient tree beards, hanging densely on the ground, rooted in the snow-covered soil.

The three of them walked closer, one step deep and one step shallow, stopped and looked up at the bleak scene. There was no communication between them, and continued to walk forward, bypassing the stone wall, passing through the gate, and entering the courtyard.

The gate of the monastery was once used to guard against robbers and beasts in the wild, but now there is only an empty stone arch beam. Half of the gate fell in the snow and half disappeared. The courtyard was surrounded by trees and was silent. Through the silver-white square, a tall temple that lacked renovation reflected the three people's vision.

The ancient building has almost collapsed halfway, with weeds growing on it, but the tall and thick wooden door still stood on the door frame, half-closed. When you push it with your hand, the door opened in response to the sound and let out a long sigh. In the silent environment, it seems quite insane.

The snow fell from the door lintel. Fang Zhu subconsciously took a step back and stepped down the steps. The dust in the door filled the door and a smell of old aura came to his face.

Inside the door is a quiet hall. A corner to the north has collapsed. The sunlight shines through the gap, falling on stones and snow. But the pale sunlight not only cannot illuminate the hall, but instead makes the hall look deeper and darker against its backdrop.

This was once a place where monks meditated on serving the gods, which seemed simple and solemn, but they still laid a carpet on the stone slab, but the carpet had faded, the background seemed pitch black, like dried blood, covered with a thick layer of gray.

The traces left by the fire were still visible in the hall. The pillars and vaults were charred black, and the carpet was burned one after another, covered with scorch and dark spots. The vessels in the hall were either crooked or burned into a piece of coke.

Fang Yu looked at the scene inside silently, and while opening the system, he sent a text to Luo Hao, asking about what happened here a few months ago.

He actually knew what adventurers had experienced here before he came, but now he could recreate the situation at that time, perhaps it would be more helpful to discover some details that they had not noticed before.

Luo Hao sent him a video directly.

Fang Yu opened the video and showed a battle, but the picture moved quickly and trembled continuously. With a darkness, it was almost difficult to see what was happening.

I only heard someone shouting inside, roughly pointing out the location of something, and the other party was not moving quickly. There should be many people in the picture, occasionally seeing a blurred face flashing, sometimes with a low moan of magic and a sound of fighting.

It seemed that someone called the master of the picture. He turned around and saw a flashing light covering the picture. After a moment, everything darkened.

Fang Yu only remembered the somewhat moving bright purple light, like a spell or a flashing ball of bright flame. He looked familiar, but as the picture was reconstructed little by little in his mind, he gradually outlined the scene in the picture, and looked up at the silent hall again - the battle gradually coincided with it.

‘They were attacked by more than one shadow man, and it proved that afterwards.’

‘That’s the filmmaker?’

Fang Yu slowly played the last video back and forth many times, but there was only a blurry purple light, and he couldn't see the appearance of the shadow man clearly.

He asked a question that seemed a bit unnecessary: ​​‘Did they be resurrected later?’

'certainly.'

‘They are back here after that?’

‘I’ve been back, but I’ve found nothing.’

After hesitating for a moment, Luo Hao sent another text: 'There were actually other people who came to this place after that because it was rumored that it was haunted.'

‘Haunted?’

Fang Ling was stunned for a moment. What is the saying of haunted in Aitalia? Is it a dead soul?

At this time, the dust in the hall had settled, and he took a step inside, and at that moment, a whispering sound suddenly sounded in the dark hall. The sound was sometimes low and sometimes high, as if many people were talking, and as if a low sigh. After a while, it turned into a dispute or shouting.

"Who is in that place?" Fang Yu was shocked.

He subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, but the direction of the sound changed, as if it was coming from all directions. He could at least distinguish two or three sound sources from it, and even more. The sounds became low for a moment, but after a moment, they became louder again.

After repeating this many times, Fang Yu gradually calmed down, and then he recorded a sound and made it past.

After a while, Luo Hao replied:

‘That’s why this place is haunted.’

‘Those voices?’

‘Yes, the sounds came from the hall, but no one could figure out why they were made.’

Fang Zhu noticed that Miss Knight raised her hand behind her and whispered to the holy name of the Lord of Light. A bright golden rune flashed in her small palm.

But she quickly frowned, with a look of confusion in her eyes.

"Have you found anything?" Fang Yu asked.

May shook his head: "There is some darkness in the hall, but not much."

It is normal for the aura of darkness to breed in the abandoned ruins. They will gradually gather together and breed some low-level dark creatures, such as the undead.

But these undead are not the souls of the real dead. They appear to have entities on the surface, such as skeletons, zombies and ghouls, but in fact they are just energy bodies driven by the power of darkness.

On the contrary, ghosts, earth-bound spirits and other undead spirits are the real souls of the living.

But the dark aura gathered here is obviously still of a relatively weak category, and is not enough to form undead creatures, let alone the latter.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! I can only say that it is Milera's temple. Even though it has been abandoned for decades, it still retains the weak power of the holy light, which is enough to suppress the breeding of dark power here.

But since the sound in the hall was not from the undead, it seemed a little strange. Fang Yu listened for a moment, but still couldn't tell the mixed sounds, as if they were the murmurs of a sleepwalker, messy and illogical.

He stopped and asked Luo Hao, "What are these sounds?"

Luo Hao replied: ‘No one can understand?’

‘No one can understand?’ Fang Yu was stunned.

It’s fine to indigenous adventurers, but the callers are not just adventurers in this world. Behind them are the technical support of another world. It should not be difficult to record the sounds, analyze the voice patterns, and extract the desired content from them, right?

Such examples are not uncommon. Many sound laboratories have cooperated with the top teams in Aitalia, and there are several more famous incidents that are solved by such means.

Haunted for several months, there will be no adventurers who have ever thought about this?

However, Luo Hao said again: "The recorded sound is very strange. Whether it is through the system or the recording crystal, the recorded sound will always be missing. The remaining part will become blurred, and the extracted only some noises of unknown significance."

Is there something like this?

No wonder this place is called "haunted". Fang Yu has never seen such a case in his memory.

However, while he was thinking, Luo Yu suddenly spoke with certainty on the side: "This is the power of magic."

"What?" Fang Yu turned around.

Luo Yu shook his head, "Some kind of force interferes with the recording crystal. It is not that the sound is missing, but that the power that lingers on it during recording changes the content of the sound?"

"Are you sure?" Fang Yu turned around and asked a little serious: "Is there any way to remove that spell?"

Luo Yu thought for a moment and spoke, "That is the power of magic, but it is not necessarily a fixed spell. Naturally, such power will also be produced. It may be difficult to solve this problem in the direction of eliminating spells... But there may be a simple solution here."

Fang Yu looked at the other party unexpectedly, "What do you say?"

"We can hear the original 'look' of this sound," Luo Yu looked up at the hall, "but the sound recorded by the crystal and the system will be offset. I guess it is because the recording crystal and the system actually apply the same principle, and use a recording spell to store the sound."

Fang Yu reacted: "Luo Yu, are you saying that power will react to this spell and change the content of the sound?"

Luo Yu nodded.

"What should we do?" May also asked at this time.

"Just use a shielding array to block the casting fluctuations."

"That's so simple?"

"It's that simple." Luo Yu nodded affirmatively.

But Fang Yu thought about it carefully and realized that this matter was probably not as simple as Luo Yu said.

The simple one is just a solution to the problem, but it is probably not easy for ordinary people to realize that there is a certain force that changes the sound, rather than the lack of sound during recording.

As Luo Hao said, most people in the community think that the sound was missing during recording, but Luo Yu could see through its essence at a glance. This thing has nothing to do with the talent of the summoner. I am afraid it is simply because the other party and Jita received more than a month of teaching in Karatu.

This kind of thinking about the essence of magic is actually what most candidates lack.

Luo Yu began to arrange a shielding array, but Fang Yu remembered another thing.

"Where do we take the recorded audio to analyze?" Fang Yu couldn't help asking. They didn't have any high-level laboratory they knew. They couldn't send it to the community for others to analyze, right?

Or throw it to the military?

However, Luo Hao sent a message soon:

‘Miss Tata said it was not necessary. If you could record the sound, there were several spells from the sub-school schools that could extract what we wanted from it. Even if the magician couldn’t do it, the bard would definitely be able to do it.’

He even whispered: 'Technology has the power of technology, but it also has its own solution in the magic world.'

Fang Rong knew at a glance that this was definitely said by Miss Tata. Even if it was not the original words, it was modified by Luo Hao.

But he had already caught the strong man in his heart, "It's you, Tianlan."

The low whispers in the hall lasted for nearly a Taria car, and finally gradually subsided. Luo Yu also recorded the sound there. Fang Yu took the record crystal and put it on it, and found that it was exactly the same as what he heard, which proved that the other party's guess was correct.

He couldn't help but give the other person a thumbs up.

The three of them then walked through the hall and continued on.

Behind the hall is the place where the monks lived and lived in the past. In theory, the battle a few months ago did not affect these places - the adventurers spent the night in the hall, and were attacked by the sudden appearance of shadow men, and did not enter a deeper place from beginning to end.

However, since there is a shadow man here, Fang Yu still wants to see if there is any secret hidden inside.

‘I’m afraid it’s hard to find anything,’ Luo Hao sent him a message: ‘In the past few months, the adventurers have traveled all over the monastery, but the shadow man has never appeared again except that night.’

‘Are you sure that was the first time Shadowman appeared near Gray Owl Town?’

‘At least no earlier sighting information was found.’

"Then it's better to see it than not." Fang Yu thought.

There will always be a reason why filmmakers appear here.
To be continued...