The black mist filled the sight, making people unable to see everything in front of them.

The dilapidated ground and buildings seem to describe the terrible past in this ruins.

Some rapid wind blew by, and it was impossible to blow away the gathering black fog. The fog seemed to have life, wandering and drifting constantly.

The faint blue light kept flashing through the ruins, like ghost fire, so gloomy and weird.

The wind continued to blow, blowing through the dilapidated streets, and blowing through this desolate town that was ever-degenerating.

A figure flashed by, and it was extremely fast. I saw this figure swept across the street and turned into a dilapidated building. Most of the building had collapsed, but it still retained a small and half-intact area. The figure flashed into the walls that broke through the intact area and disappeared into the darkness.

The rustling sound of words came from the big hole that broke through the wall. Looking down the darkness, it was a figure wrapped in a black cloak, and standing in front of him was a small figure as if it was a child.

"Father, why are you back?"

The short figure in the darkness looked at the figure coming back and asked in confusion.

However, the figure, whom he called his father, did not answer, but first sealed the broken hole with a large piece of dilapidated wooden board, and then pulled him to hide in the depths of this dilapidated building.

The child was tightly held by his father, and some dim light was slightly revealed from the exposed gaps of the collapsed building. The man's nervous expression and trembling body were still unable to stop even if he was holding his child.

"Father, what's wrong?"

"Don't make a sound!"

The man's nervous words revealed his fear and fear. He even covered the mouth of the child in his arms with his own hands, so that the child could never say the next words.

The trembling and fear of the man's body can be revealed extremely clearly even if he is wrapped in a cloak.

I saw him leaning against the dilapidated wall, looking nervously towards the street outside through a translucent crack.

The child in his arms was obviously shocked by his father's behavior. It was obvious that the child seemed to remember something, remembering what his father had been saying in his ear, an existence that made them extremely frightened and terrified.

A rich black mist enveloped the city ruins, and on the empty street, a crisp sound of metal intersecting sound suddenly sounded at this moment.

This kind of collision sound is very strange. A feeling of ethereality comes from the intersection of gold and iron, and it is mixed with some friction sounds, just like the sound of human teeth rubbing.

Then a low footsteps came slowly, and an extremely strange figure slowly walked towards the only street in the ruined city.

A faint blue light emerged from the figure, like a blue flame constantly burning, wrapping the upper half of the figure, revealing an extremely terrifying and weird aura.

A lantern with a faint blue light was lifted by him in his hand, and on the other side was a thick iron chain, which was hanging on the ground by him. The harsh friction sound was the crisp sound of the iron chain and the sickle at the end of the iron chain, dragging it to the ground.

The man in the dilapidated building held the child in his arms, the tighter he tightened, the shaking of his body was as if he had seen the most terrifying scene in the world.

This extremely strange figure slowly walked forward on the street, like a soul-catching messenger from hell, and also like a Shura Yasha who made people reborn.

He walked slowly and quickly across the street and finally disappeared into the scene where the man looked through the gap, which made the man's tense body slowly lower.

The child in his arms was also very nervous. He leaned against his father's arms and asked, "Father, why did he come out?"

The man shook his head, but then two blue flames suddenly lit up on his head wrapped in a cloak, and the man's voice then rang: "It's a soul, a large number of souls, hundreds, and even a fiery soul that I can feel!"

The orchid light flashed on him, and even the child in his arms shone blue light.

And in this blue light, you can see their non-human appearance and their strange and ferocious appearance as if they were like ghosts.

....

....

In the dim room, there was only a lit lamp swaying with a lighted fire.

The quiet room is simple and clean, with a bed and a cabinet, a table and a chair, and that's all.

At this time, a man was sitting on a chair, leaning against the table in front of him, with a unclear light, using a clean white cloth to wipe a beautifully shaped gun in his hand.

Serious, focused, and devoted, the man seemed to be doing the work he thought was extremely important. The wiping action was meticulous, and even contained an incomparable enthusiasm and love.

Finally, he wiped the pistol, and then he gently placed the pistol on one side of the table, then grabbed another long pistol of the same shape and continued to wipe it.

Men also seem to like this atmosphere, quiet and secret without anyone disturbing them.

But obviously his passionate atmosphere was destroyed at this moment, because the crisp knock on the door sounded, causing the movements in his hands to stop unconsciously.

The man didn't say anything, as if he was waiting to disturb him, and the person who knocked on his door spoke first.

"Man, we have work to do!"

Sure enough, a few seconds later, a man's deep voice came from outside the door.

The man continued to wipe his pistol again, but he also listened to what was outside the door and asked, "What?"

"In the Noxus area, a large number of killings appeared, and some undead and evil spirits began to pour in there."

"Haha, a foolish and only advocates conquering and killing kingdoms, just like the god of war they worship, is an immortal soul!"

The man who was wiping the pistol answered, and a trace of disdain and an inexplicable resentment appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, we're going to take action, you can prepare quickly!"

There was another sound of words outside the door, and then the sound of footsteps that grew farther and farther away.

The room became quiet again, but the dim light began to sway rapidly, as if the wind was blowing it.

The man who wiped the pistol stopped in an instant, but he held the pistol's right hand and actually grabbed the pistol tightly. The blue veins on his joints could tell how much power he was using at this moment.

"Are you here too?"

"You tyrannical and cunning cruel undead!"

"This time, I will definitely let you die under my gun. I will kill you for my wife Sena and for my identity as a necromancer!"

The man stood up, his silver-white and neat long gown, his slender and neat dreadlocks, his dark face, his deep eyes, and the two spears tightly held in his hands.

A silent aura instantly extinguished the violently swaying lights on the table, and everything returned to darkness, and darkness was about to disappear.
Chapter completed!