"You have a keen sense." Buti patted Lake on the back, "Young man has a bright future!"

"Dad, stop making trouble. What are we going to do next? Are we going to find the mutated ghost dog?"

Taking off his coat and tying it around his waist, Lake eagerly looked at Buti.

"Why are you in a hurry? We haven't had dinner today yet. You have to fill your stomach first before making preparations." Buti rolled his eyes at him and said, "Come on, get in the car with me and make dinner."

After saying that, Buti walked to the Far Traveler not far away, got into the carriage at the back and started to get busy.

"That's okay. The day went by pretty quickly. There was still some sunset when we first arrived here, but now we're almost done."

Lake looked up at the sky. The evening sunset was beautiful. The blood-red skyline slowly moved back, replaced by the deep blue starry sky.

The moonlight was so bright that it even shone clearly through the muddy sand at the bottom of the bucket at my feet.

"etc!"

Lake suddenly realized something was wrong. He stared at the bucket at his feet with wide eyes. He clearly remembered that there was no such thing at his feet before he looked up at the sky.

Combined with his previous guesses, he couldn't help but become frightened. He shivered all over and felt a little cold on his back.

At this moment, a big hand suddenly touched Lake's back.

The horror adventure novels he had read since he was a child, the weird rumors he had heard, and almost all the tragedies Lake could think of came to mind.

He felt like he was getting hot from the inside out and breaking into a cold sweat.

The brain that was now forced to work very fast was a waking moment that he had never experienced before. The surrounding environment, the smell at the tip of his nose, the airflow passing through his fingertips, all the details occupied the vast majority of his consciousness.

In just over a second, Lake had already thought about how he should react if he really encountered a ghost.

With a bold idea, he rolled forward and closed his eyes, placed his right hand across his chest and unleashed a shimmer magic trick.

Although it is just a trick, as the light element with the most power of order, it can still play a role in dealing with negative energy such as the power of chaos.

This is the best solution that Lake can come up with at the moment, and he can't think of any more.

I feel that the shimmer technique in my hand is slowly consuming the power of order (mana) in my body. Ordinary people can use the power of order to guide the elements to release tricks and spells, but they cannot directly use the power of order without passing relevant training.

After that, he dared to slowly open his eyes.

A man in simple clothes, a man whose whole body is shrouded in the shade of trees.

Because there was a big tree next to the barn, Dad parked the car under the big tree, and Lake's current location was on the edge of the open space with the big tree.

Lake watched in horror as the man walked up to him step by step. Under the double illumination of the moonlight and the low-light spell, Lake could clearly see the face of the man in front of him. There was a pair of bright eyes on the rough face. This

Isn't it daddy? Lake then relaxed and let out a long sigh under Buti's strange eyes.

"Dad, you scared me to death! What are you doing standing in this dark place?"

Lake said with a trembling voice.

But the father in front of him didn't speak, he just stared at him blankly, neither speaking nor making any movement, he just stood there.

He couldn't help but become confused, and gently pushed Buti with his right hand that still had the shimmering technique.

With a "pop" Buti fell down in front of Lake's eyes, turning into a black mist and dissipating in the air.

This scared Lake. He sat down on the ground again, clutching his chest and breathing heavily. What was going on? He thought he was scaring himself just now, but he didn't expect that he actually saw some ghost.

of.

"Lake! What are you doing sitting on the floor?"

At this time, Lake saw the rear compartment of the Far Traveler not far away being opened, just like what he had seen in the square of Cali City. The window was held up by a slender stick.

He could see Buti cutting something through the window.

This time, Lake foolishly didn't go to see if the Buti was real. He frantically built a model of the shimmer magic in his mind.

The speed was much faster than what he had practiced at home before. Within a few seconds, Lake's upper body began to glow. Lake felt that the power of order in his body had been used for nearly half of the time before he stopped casting the spell.

"What are you doing, Lake? Why don't you bring the bucket of water next to you? Don't you want to have dinner?"

At this time, Buti, who was standing in the carriage, began to urge again.

Lake still didn't respond, he just stood up and thought:

Although the father in the carriage looked similar to the father he saw just now, the one who disappeared just now couldn't speak and could only look at him longingly.

The look in the eyes of the father who just disappeared, longing? Yes! It was longing, as if he wanted something.

What I see now is that the father in the carriage can speak, and his tone sounds very natural, and there is nothing unusual about him.

Lake mustered up the courage, bent down, and lowered his head to reach out and touch the handle of the bucket. When he reached out and touched the handle of the bucket, the shimmer technique released on his body flickered dimly, as if he had been stimulated by something.

It took seconds to return to normal.

Lake hesitated. He didn't dare to try it. Although the fake father who didn't know what he was before didn't cause any harm to him, he was still wary of it.

Who knows what happened to the bucket that suddenly appeared next to him, and the shimmer magic on it was also flickering, as if something was interfering with the shimmer magic model.

"Lake, come here quickly,"

Buti's voice came from the Far Traveler's carriage again.

In fact, Lake didn't think for too long. He gritted his teeth and reached out to grab the handle of the bucket as if he had made some important decision.

It didn't seem difficult to grab and lift it. Lake then used the left hand that was holding the bucket to weigh the bucket. It was a bit heavy but it was still a weight he could bear. The water in the bucket was shaking violently and splashing as Lake's arm moved up and down.

There were some water stains and fell on the ground.

Lake felt relieved when he saw that the water stains splashed on his clothes had no impact on the shimmering magic model. He just pretended that he was really scaring himself. The flicker just now was probably because he was nervous.

As a result, there may be a problem with the casting of the spell, probably like this.

Lake comforted himself while carrying the barrel and walked to the Farstrider.

"Why so slow?"

Buti was not angry because Lake came so slowly, he just asked casually.

Lake hesitated for a moment and then told Buti what he had just experienced. Buti did not stop what he was doing while listening to Lake's story, and chopping on the cutting board.

Meat.

"You carry the bucket to the carriage first."

Buti waited for Lake to finish speaking, wiped his apron, and gave instructions to Lake under the car window. After speaking, he turned and walked to the car door behind him, opened the door, and waited for Lake to come over and hand the bucket to him.
Chapter completed!