"Is your wound important?" Kasha pointed to the scratch on Sena's arm, which was already pale as if dead.

"After you left, Threstone came to us. After losing, we fled to the library, but were attacked by the ambushed undead on the road. Sena was grabbed by the claws." Lucian explained, anxious.

This is not an ordinary wound. If not treated in time, it may be life-threatening.

"The wound is constantly losing vitality, so it is best to leave the area of ​​the black fog to cultivate." Kahn noticed it early in the morning and immediately gave advice.

Although Kahn gave the lantern to Sena, she was shrouded in the light range and not attacked by black fog. However, the dark magic of Shadow Island has always existed and is constantly absorbing Sena's vitality.

Thanks to her natural vitality, she can persist until now.

"Let's go, stop the wound from getting worse," said Lucian.

Senna actually didn't want to implicate Kahn and the others, but there was nothing she could do now, so she could only agree to Lucian.

Leaving the library, the group walked towards the coast.

On the way, Lucian supported Sena, and Sena looked at Kahn and others, and wanted to speak but stopped.

"Say whatever you want."

Senna glanced at him and said to Kahn, "Wait."

"What's wrong?" The three of them turned around and looked at the couple at the same time.

"You have interrupted Thresh's good things twice and twice. This sadistic warden must have set his sights on you, especially Kasha and Kahn. You must pay attention." This is what Senna wants to say. She knows what kind of soul Thresh likes to torture the most.

"Don't worry, we haven't shown half of our strength yet," Kahn said. He also knew Thresh's nature. Since saving the couple, he had never thought of staying out of Shadow Island.

"Where are you going to take us?" Lucian asked.

"A tavern built outside the black fog, where Senna will heal her wounds first."

"The tavern? In such a dangerous place?"

"The treasures are of infinite appeal, and some people have learned to survive on the brink of corruption and have found a safe and feasible set of guidelines for action."

"I'm afraid of bringing the undead to them..."

Before he could speak, Senna saw Kahn and the others suddenly running forward and coming to a black beach.

The three of them surrounded a hull and opened their helmets, their faces not very good-looking.

Senna glanced at the broken wood and immediately understood what was going on.

"Your ship was destroyed," she said.

"I don't know if it was destroyed by Thresh or other treasure hunters."

"Why do you doubt other hunters?"

"If you have less competitors, you can get one more treasure, and people's hearts are sinister." Kahn replied, all the hunters were ulterior motives, and there was a Vladimir in the tavern. He was very sure that the other party came for the treasure in the secret library, but he was still waiting for a chance to take action.

"So you can't go back?"

"No, we can swim back, but we will be suspected, and we can't take you with you." Kahn thought for a while and looked at Sarah.

"Sarah, now you quietly go to the Siren to get some medicines. Sena's wound can't be dragged back."

"Okay." Sarah looked at Senna's trembling lips, probably understanding what a cold thing it would be like to be caught by the undead. She covered her skin armor and plunged into the black sea water, and soon disappeared.

Lucian put the weak Senna on the hull, and was a little surprised to see this scene.

"Aren't she afraid of danger in the water?"

"Don't worry, as long as you don't encounter a dead soul of Thresh, you can deal with it." Kahn sat up on the beach, inside the light of the light, staring at the thick black fog not far away.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you again."

"No need to thank you. You can kill a few more undeads to repay us."

Hearing Kahn say this, the relaxed smiles on both sides, fighting against the undead was their duty.

Kasha sat behind Kahn, and when she saw this, she lowered her head and fiddled with the sand under her.

She knew what Kahn was thinking - then Soul Erosion Night will have enough souls to kill you.

The waiting time was boring. Kahn took the initiative to find a topic to communicate with the couple, but after saying a few words, he didn't have any further details.

Senna is not a talkative person, and Lucian has become absent-minded because of Senna's injuries, so Kahn doesn't intend to make himself bored.

He wanted to ask about Demacia's situation, but the result was that the couple left Demacia after completing Urias's wake ceremony and began to travel around to find a way to unravel the curse on Senna.

They are all heavy things that make people not happy.

He didn't want to talk anything anymore, so he turned to look at Kasha.

"What are you doing?"

"I didn't do anything, I was just bored." Kasha didn't know what she was doing, just kept fiddling with the sand under her feet with her paws, occasionally drawing abstract patterns, and occasionally writing her own or Kahn's name.

"Sorry, I neglect you." Kahn smiled embarrassedly, moved to the front of Kasha, and saw her spread her legs and lowering her head to play with the sand.

Sand, beach... I was stunned and Kahn suddenly realized that his idea of ​​taking Kahsha to the beach in Bilgewater was actually realized on Shadow Island!

Although the sand here is not the golden color of sunshine, it is strange black; although the sea here is not the ebb and flowing, it is the silence of death; although it is not full of vitality, it is lifeless.

But its essence is still a beach, and Kasha doesn't mind these environments and atmosphere factors. If an ordinary girl is here, how can she have the heart to play with the sand?

"Let's do it, let's build the castle."

"castle?"

"Look at how I do it."

Kahn piled the wet sand in front of Kasha, then pressed it hard, then used his claws to shave it and scrape it until the prototype of a castle appeared in front of Kasha.

"Look!"

"Is this an evil spirit castle?" Kasha didn't move, fearing that her legs would knock down the fragile castle.

Kahn felt like he was so angry that it seemed that the atmosphere and environment still had an impact. He wanted to build a dreamy castle, but in Kahsha's eyes it turned into an evil spirit castle.

"Then you can pile one too." He was dissatisfied.

"It doesn't seem difficult to wait." Kasha started to move, thinking about how to shape a sand castle while comparing Kahn's works.

But she forgot to compact the sand and kept falling, but after Kahn joined, the situation got much better.

They worked together to build a castle that was twisted and twisted and seemed to collapse at any time. Although it was ugly, she really felt the fun of creation and filled the gap in her childhood.

Wiping off the sand on his face, taking the time to look at Kahn, Kasha suddenly saw the shadow of the little boy.
Chapter completed!