The air of the swamp is filled with a rotten smell, which is even more obvious under the scorching sun. Lyle is wearing his beak mask. William has a better way. His side is wrapped in the whirling breeze,

It not only makes the body lighter, but also purifies the surrounding air.

The swamp is not a dead land. There are countless microorganisms decomposing decaying matter under the black mud. The buzz of insects in the reeds also indicates the popularity of this place for insects.

As you go deeper, the swamp becomes like a boiling soup pot, with bubbles bursting one after another, and the pungent smell inside sprays into the surrounding air.

Just when the two of them were wondering whether they had lost their way, a small clump of reeds in the distance attracted their attention.

A thin mist persisted. This strange phenomenon was unusual. Lyle glanced at the sun above his head. As time passed, it had begun to set westward, but the heat remained the same.

Clouds and fog will not form under high temperatures because the heat will evaporate the hazy water vapor.

Facing this abnormality, the two of them looked at each other and headed towards the mist-wrapped reeds.

Passing through the reeds as tall as a person, there is a large swamp shrouded in fog. At the end of the visual range, there is a huge shadow in the fog, which cannot be seen clearly.

Lyle guessed that it was the shadow of the house, wider than the trees.

"Rafelin is here." When Lyle was stunned, William's voice came from behind.

How did he determine that it was Raffaelein?

Lyle turned his head, and his doubts were answered. Following the direction of William's finger, Lyle saw an object that he was familiar with but had never actually seen before.

A severed human arm.

The skin and flesh on the palm were torn, and the joints of the thumb and index finger were missing. The rotten flesh attached to the bones attracted mosquitoes and flies around, and the other end of the arm was stuck in the mud.

Surrounded by fallen reeds, they were crushed to form a huge area of ​​three square meters. In the center was the severed hand, which was squeezed into the mud by the pressure.

"It's probably the farmer's broken hand." The only human settlement in the surrounding area is the small town of Lavren. If it had happened a long time ago, even the bones must have been decomposed.

"Take it back?" Lyle suggested, but felt it was unrealistic. This severed hand hindered movement, and the Chimera leather bag given by Mr. Dragon could not be exposed. If he wanted to bring back Mr. Mirren's body, Lyle could only

Can save the magical classmate William.

"No, our target is Raphaelin. Bringing this severed hand will only get in the way. Do you plan to give that giant wolf extra food? Buy one, get one free."

William predictably refused.

Lyle didn't mention it again.

Look closely at the details around you.

"William, do you think this three-square-meter place looks a lot like..."

"What does it look like?"

"I mean, footprints." Lyle made a mental gesture of size, estimating how big Chai Chai's actual size would be.

"Terrible." William also saw it, and his speculation about the monster made him feel a little chilly.

"Shall we go directly to Raffaelein?" William pointed to the shadow in the fog.

Lyle looked at the sky. Although it was covered with mist, the sun's rays still produced a small spot on the fog screen. It was about four o'clock in the afternoon. Considering that the days are longer in summer, there is still enough time before dusk arrives.

time.

"William, your suggestion is to go directly to Raffaelein?"

"Yes, Lyle, don't you think this fog is unusual? All abnormalities have their reasons. I have read in books that places where fog lingers all day long are either cold places or undead.

The realm of Lyle and La Feiling may not be a simple abandoned site, it may be a ghost land, that is, a place where only the dead live."

"You mean, Ralph will be in danger?"

"I'm not sure. Compared with the recorded ghost areas, the fog here is too thin. According to the rules, this place should only breed some dirty things that scare people. It should be harmless to a peace officer like Mr. Ralph, but...

…”

"But what?"

"Logically speaking, it is impossible for such a shallow aura place to produce large monsters like the Raphaelin Wolf described in the description. I doubt the reference of the books I read."

So that's it. As the saying goes, where the soil and water support the people, William felt strange about the emergence of Chai Chai. He never thought that Chai Chai was a product of necromancy and an artificial monster. This makes sense. Raffaelin's only threat

It's Chai Chai. It seems that Ralph won't have any other accidents.

"Such an environment may not produce monsters, but it will also spawn some plants with corresponding death auras, which will be good casting materials." William's eyes glowed green, "Rafelin must have precious treasures."

Of course, there is also the ghost moss I want in Chai Chai's cave. There are naturally many mysterious plants here, so Lyle decided to play it safe.

"Let's move on the edge of the mist first, confirm the danger, look for the required materials, and then slowly approach Raffelin."

William agreed. He suppressed his desire for precious materials and chose to support Lyle's caution. You need to be cautious when moving towards mystery.

The two of them walked in a big circle around Raffaelein's huge shadow. They were a little impatient at first, but as they went deeper, they were surprised by the strange plants they kept discovering.

"It's the dream flower!"

"This is Shock Daisy!"

"And the Undead Root!"

William transformed with excitement. He took out a small dagger and began to cut the grass leaves, just like a farmer who had a good harvest. Obviously he was much happier, because he did not plant these, and the fruits obtained without labor were even sweeter.

Lyle also started picking some plants.

"Lyle, do you want these too? But these are of no use to you. Do you know them? If you use them carelessly, something will happen."

"Since it's so precious, it's okay if I take some back to support my family. If not, I can still buy it for you after I pick it."

When William thought about it, there was nothing wrong with it. The contribution of two people was better than that of one person. Afterwards, he only needed to give some Yule to get it back. So why not be happy about it? William even taught Lyle how to pick without losing the medicinal properties.

While Lyle was studying, he thought, stupid William, I don’t know the goods, how can Mr. Dragon not know the goods? Sell it to you? I don’t know how many Ouliu I can get in exchange for it to Mr. Dragon. It’s a small change, I’m happy.

"What is this? Mutated nightshade? No matter what, I want it." Lyle heard William's words and turned his head, just in time to see William's knife facing several enchanting flowers.

It’s the five-petal nightshade of death!

Seeing this useful plant, the only one he knew, Lyle felt tears well up in his eyes.

"No, you don't want it. These are mine. I'll trade them with you. I'll give you that ring and that piece. I want these."

Lyle used strong persuasion.

"It's okay, Lyle, have you ever seen this mutant nightshade?"

"I haven't seen them before, but they are so beautiful. I want to take them home and put them in a vase."

William was speechless, but let him go. As he said, plants he didn't understand were of no use to him.

The two little gardeners continued their work.

They found a small depression.

The plants above are much denser than those around it, but there is a palm-sized hole in the middle, which looks like a rabbit hole.

William immediately rushed to the plant, but Lyle stayed in place because of his inner uneasiness.

He looked at the dark hole and seemed to have forgotten something.

Unknowingly, they had gone quite deep, but they were still quite far away from Raffaelein's shadow. What was the reason for this creepy intuition? This feeling of déjà vu.

Yes, a feeling of being spied on.

As the temperature continued to drop, his body began to tremble, and Lyle finally remembered.

The fear of being stared at by Arianna's ghost, being stared at by the ghost herself.

Lyle finally understood.

Why do exotic plants grow so luxuriantly here?

Who stipulated that the wolf of Raffaelein must live in the ruins of Raffaelein.

Whoever stipulated that giant wolves must live in huge dens.

Chai Chai is a ghost dog. The size of the hole is just a decoration for him. He can pass through any material at will, just like now.

Two eyes the size of light bulbs shone with cold light, and a shadow the size of a house squeezed out of the rabbit hole.

A cold wind blew.

William's hand holding the small dagger began to tremble, and he staggered back.
Chapter completed!