Arad's crooked savior

Jig's body slowly sank. Under the earth was the entrance to the underworld, a forbidden place for the living.

"Don't even think about escaping, Jig..."

A cold, blue hand grasped Jig's wrist. The cold breath instantly froze half of the armor, and even the flames were frozen.

Sayar of Frost!

Little by little, Jig's body was dragged into the underworld. The cruel process that ordinary people could not imagine seemed trivial and even ridiculous to the former priest.

The dark realm is also slowly shrinking, and the breath of the underworld will also be isolated.

But Mavis suddenly stepped forward, Usiel's purple arms behind her were crystal clear, grabbing the dark realm that was about to disappear.

Click!

The moment Jig disappeared, there was a crisp sound in everyone's heart, as if something was separated and broken.

However, it is easy to guess that the connection point between Arad and the entrance to the underworld has been completely closed.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on everyone's face again, and warmth slowly fell.

Ye Lin touched his face, arms, and even his back and chest. Unexpectedly, they were all cold and there was no trace of heat at all.

"Ah sneeze!"

Feng Ling crossed his arms and felt a chill. Why didn't he notice how cold it was just now? He also felt a little dizzy. He must have caught a cold.

The only person who could survive touching the realm of death was the arm of Usiel's incarnation. Mavis used her extremely strong darkness manipulation ability to forcibly deprive part of the death power at the entrance to the underworld, condensing it into a black bead with a surface Glossy.

Two white holy leaves wrapped around the round bead, but the leaves, which had always been moist and never dried up, began to show signs of withering and weathering. After just a few minutes, they turned into a wisp of dust.

The two attributes were perfectly balanced. The internal energy of the Death Orb that could bombard a city gradually stabilized, becoming a safe item that could allow Guyu to absorb the breath.

At the place where Giger and the Dark Realm disappeared, there was still a medal necklace that seemed to be made of gold. There was a gem inlaid in the middle of the pendant, which was an ingenious structure of gold inlaid with jade.

"Huh? Such a big piece of gold?"

Feng Ying momentarily forgot that she might have a cold. She was extremely keen on rare metals. She immediately squatted down and poked it with a branch. It was about the size of an adult's palm and quite heavy in texture.

But why did Jig, who came from the underworld, leave this piece of gold as a reward?

And the shape is also very strange. Such a large piece of gold actually has a gold chain. Could it be that someone wants to use this thick piece of gold as a necklace and hang it on the chest?

It's too showy and tacky.

Finally, the knowledgeable curator recognized what it was and explained with a smile: "This, according to historical records, was the highest reward medal ever awarded by the Peruvian Empire, which was also the highest honor of Peruvian. , as Jige is the last loyal minister, it is normal to have this thing."

"Is that so, so he is planning to forget his identity as a former minister and only fight for himself in the future?" Feng Ying asked in surprise.

"Roughly the same."

Nodding, Ye Lin set his sights on Feng Ying, who was very interested in gold. It seemed that only she knew about the ruins of the Calamity Bank Kingdom in ancient times, and Xixue Zhiwu was also brought back from her.

"It's a pity, it's not easy to sell."

Feng Ying murmured in a low voice that she was very sorry. This was an item of great historical significance, especially if it was owned by the priest Jig. If it were sold to the public, it would be priceless.

But if I sell something like a Jig token to repay the money directly, I always feel like I'm losing money.

Slowly, the cold air in the courtyard dissipated, but the sun also completely disappeared behind the western mountains, losing its source of warmth.

"Master Moen, what do you think?" Ye Lin was also a little curious.

Moen had already become a semi-ghost before, but Jig forced him to suppress his ghostly aura and annihilated the coordinates. Now from the outside, he seems to be a bit more energetic.

The face that had always been dry and cold seemed to have a little more color.

"It's amazing. My whole body seems to have lost a few pounds, and my madness seems to have been suppressed."

Trying to clench his strong fist, Moen was naturally overjoyed, and his confused and delirious state seemed to be gone forever.

He has experienced life and death once. The entrance to the underworld was not far from him just now, and he even had close contact with the legendary priest Jig. Moen has let go of everything he can now.

"Master, you are still at risk of transforming into a ghost or god, but as long as you regain the trust of the shikigami, you can use their power to completely suppress your madness."

He bowed to Moen. Although the other party originally cooperated with his liberation state with the belief of death, the coincidence of summoning Bola Xiu was really too scary.

"Haha, you don't have to be polite. The so-called coincidence, isn't it exactly because of this that I have the opportunity to recover?"

After some polite greetings, Mo En took some of the money that Ye Lin forced him to hold, leaned on the Zen staff that had returned to normal, bowed his hands, and left slowly.

Those who kill living creatures will fall into hell forever!

This Zen saying symbolizes Moen's fate. I hope he will not mention it again in the future. If he goes crazy again, even Jigur will be helpless.

He said that he wanted to find another crazy monk, Karas, and bring him back to the Xuzu Anti-Magic Group to make up for some of his mistakes.

…

As night falls, the temperature at night is very low, and sometimes there will be frost.

"Ah, it's too cold. How about hot pot and barbecue tonight?"

Yuena hugged her arms hard, her chest and back still felt cold, as if she had placed a piece of ice on her.

The strength of Jiger just now is actually not as terrifying as imagined, but the reason is that he stepped on the entrance to the underworld and was backed by infinite dark power. This is why he has this kind of power that seems to dominate the entire field.

"Hmm, I want to eat something hot too." Siatt wrapped her shawl tightly, feeling that the only way to get rid of the cold was a hot meal and then a hot bath.

Guyu went to close the gate of the courtyard. There were not enough long tables in the dojo, so he put together a few tables, and then set up a few hot pots and barbecue grills.

After picking up a piece of evenly fat pork belly, Siatt chewed it happily and said, "Speaking of which, does it mean that everyone will go to the underworld after death? Then the underworld must not be crowded to death?"

The team seems to have seen a lot of things from the underworld, including the unwilling tyrant Barak, the first hero Rommel, the unyielding king Borodin, and today's Giger.

It gave the team an illusion, as if a person is not dead after death, but the body is gone, but the spirit still exists.

Handing a glass of sweet juice to Mailu who was so spicy that he stuck out his tongue, Yelin pondered for a while before nodding:

"It's possible that only ghosts know this, but it's unlikely. Just like ghosts and gods, only powerful souls can be called ghosts and gods."

…

The bathroom area of ​​Feng Ling's house is limited, and the pool can only accommodate three or four people, but fortunately the courtyard is large enough to accommodate the EX Dornier.

After being patted on the fat, the curator got the hint and excused himself to sort out what he had seen today while his memory was still fresh. He left the bathing time for the last one and locked the door of the library from the inside.

"There are too few historical records of the Bei'er Kingdom and the Calamity Coast Kingdom. The most well-known one may be Saya."

His breathing was a little quick, his curves were undulating, his cheeks were as red as sunset, and the tip of his tongue was numb from the slight pain just now.

On the table beside him, in addition to two glasses of warm water that he had not yet drank, there was also a purple protective cover that looked like a large ocean bowl, and the warmth had not dissipated.

"After all, it is an ancient kingdom, and Arad is constantly in chaos, so it is easy to create a gap in the history books."

He rubbed the same rosy earlobe lustfully. Because he was not moisturized by the water of life, and the membership fees were paid in place, the curator's mature charm already exuded an extremely dangerous and intoxicating aura.

"Director, let me wash two fruits for you and eat them."

"Oh, you washed it for me, but you did eat it yourself."

She rolled her eyes at him angrily. After working as a secretary for so long, she couldn't understand why she was washing cantaloupe with her hands.