"Sivare's information?" Lance narrowed his eyes and asked, "What do you know?"

Dora also looked at her coldly. Although she did not show any special desire on the surface, she could still see the keenness in her eyes.

Among the five people in the group, she was also the only one who took the adventure this time for profit.

The old ghost laughed and said, "I know a lot. I think there are at least two pieces of information that you need urgently at the moment. One is about Sivare and the other is about other things."

"What we need so much? Do you know what we want to do?"

Lance asked back with a frown.

His intuition told him that the old ghost woman in front of him was probably not deceiving her. There must be some reason for her being imprisoned here. However, this creature has always been cunning and changeable. God knows whether the words they say are true. We must judge carefully and carefully, not believe them all, but we must not believe them.

"A hundred years ago, a man passed by here and he chatted with me for a while." The old ghost said in a silly manner: "So I know something. Obviously, what he wanted to do at the beginning was what you want now-or are about to do."

"A hundred years ago?" Dora's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and her face turned red: "Are you talking about a hundred years ago?"

"That's right." The old ghost looked at Dora up and down, and suddenly smiled strangely: "I think that man should have left behind his descendants before coming here, right?"

Lance stretched out his hand and quietly pulled Dora back.

"You are so excited. This will make us passive." He whispered in Dora's ear.

The latter took a few deep breaths and calmed down his emotions, and a calm expression appeared on his face again.

"Where did that man go later?" Lance asked.

"That man...wait, do I think we've got something wrong?"

The old ghost said cunningly: "I am indeed a prisoner under the ranks, but not your prisoner. What do you always need to pay if you want to obtain information from me?"

"What do you want?" Dora asked coldly.

"I have been sleepy in this place for hundreds of years, cold and hungry, and have no companions. I am a very pitiful person. If you are willing to provide me with some food, I may tell you some useful information." The old ghost laughed, with a greedy look in his eyes.

"Food? Do you eat bread or jerky?" Landry said in surprise.

"You guessed it very accurately. I have a good appetite. But at the same time I am very picky. Only the best soul can catch my eyes."

The old ghost woman pointed at Landry and said, "I can barely get into the mouth of a soul like you."

"Are you kidding? Where can we find you a good soul?" Landry said with some annoyance.

"Aren't you all?" The old ghost lady smiled and said, "If your companions are willing to contribute you to me, I am willing to help them. Young people must have the spirit of sacrifice."

As soon as these words were spoken, Landry suddenly felt cold all over and looked at Lance and Dora. Valerie's face also changed suddenly, only Sacra was calm.

"What do I do? Will we still give your soul to this old woman?" Dora said angrily.

"That's a pity." The old ghost shrugged: "If you don't want to make sacrifices, how can I give you precious information for free?"

"It's better to die one person now than to die all the others afterwards? What do you think?"

"Nonsense." Dora yelled coldly: "If you make some normal requests, maybe we will satisfy you. Since your information is so precious, let it rot in your stomach forever?"

"Let's go!"

After saying that, she was about to take everyone around the old ghost and walk deep into the nightmare tunnel.

But she walked out a few feet and saw Lance standing still, thinking about something.

"Lance?"

She shouted.

Instead of looking at Dora, Lance said to the old ghost woman in a deep voice: "Are you sure your information is very useful to us?"

The old ghost woman smiled and said, "Of course. Finally, there is a courageous man in your team. Give me a person's soul and I will tell you the precious information."

"Lance? What are you going to do?" Dora asked with a frown. "Do you want to agree to her request?"

"Since there is information, we can't let it go easily."

He pondered for a moment: "I can provide you with some good souls, but you must first tell me half of the information."

"How do I know you're not playing tricks?" said the old ghost. "You can tell that you are a very independent young man, but you're still too young to play tricks in front of me."

Lance silently removed the removable pale dragon crystal from the bow of Hiltings in the amber ring.

Soon, a white stone appeared in his hand. There were countless souls wandering wildly.

Everyone's eyes immediately gathered on his palms.

The old ghost woman even showed an extremely greedy look. She stood up suddenly and rushed towards Lance.

Lance was prepared for a long time, and the sword of Macon suddenly opened and was about to chant spells.

At this moment, a bright yellow lightning flashed through the magic chain, and the lightning flashed instantly to the old ghost woman, making her body tremble!

"ah……"

The shrill screams echoed in the Nightmare Tunnel, making people feel cold behind them.

Lance breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the old ghost was indeed sealed. As long as you don’t get too close, there should be no big problem.

After the lightning, the old ghost with disheveled hair lay on the ground in pain and said with great resentment: "I want those souls, give me those souls."

Lance smiled slightly: "I need to listen to the information first."

The old ghost roared: "This is impossible!"

Lance shrugged: "I'm sorry then."

After saying that, he weighed the pale dragon crystal on his hand and prepared to walk towards Dora and the others.

"Wait!" the old ghost shouted angrily: "You can't just leave like that."

"That depends on your sincerity." Lance smiled.

The old ghost wives tidied up his hair, got up from the ground, and walked back and forth along the magic chain.

"Well, I'll tell you some of the information in the first intelligence... After that, you have to give me those souls."

"Trade." Lance said readily.

Hearing that the two of them had temporarily reached an agreement, Dora and the other two came over, but under Lance's hint, the two sides still maintained a certain distance.

"The first information is about the group of people you had before."

The old ghost woman rolled her eyes and laughed: "Do you think you are the first people to visit recently? That's a big mistake. Two days ago, a group of wizards came here. Their destinations are the Sivare Castle of the Quinn family, just like you."

"What? There is still a group of people?"

Lance and Dora looked at each other, and both saw a look of shock in each other's eyes.

The place of Sivare Castle is so secretive. How could other wizards visit?

If it weren't for Dora's Revelation, who would have known that there was a mysterious castle of an ancient family hidden here?

"Are you lying?!" Dora angrily scolded.

"I don't!" The old ghost woman also had no good expression: "Do you think I like to eat these damn crawlers? This is what those bastards left for me. They wanted to get some information out of me, but they failed. But then again, they are much better than you."

Lance's eyes gathered on the vines on the ground, and his face became much more serious.

“I need to know the specific information about those people.”

Lance said coldly.

The old ghost shook his head: "You should give me the things."

Lance pondered for a moment and used his mental power to draw out a soul mist from the pale dragon crystal. This was one of the six higher apprentices killed by Lance in the Ember Mountains.

The soul fog struggled for a while, and was thrown by Lance.

The old ghost rushed up greedily and grabbed the soul fog. Under the latter's miserable screams, her sharp claws quickly swung, tearing the entire soul apart in just a few seconds and swallowing it into her belly.

"Ha...it's still delicious as always." She wiped her lips before continuing:

"I don't know how those people found this place, but they are stronger than you. They have ten people, three of whom are second-level wizards, two second-level mid-level , one second-level high-level , and the rest are advanced apprentices."

After hearing such an introduction to combat power, except for Lance and Dora, the rest of the faces were extremely gloomy.

Obviously, the strength of this other group of people is much stronger than theirs. If they face it head-on, there is absolutely no possibility of winning.

"For the sake of the delicious soul, I will give you another message." The old ghost woman looked in a good mood: "I heard what they called themselves [Flower Scorpion Club], which seemed to be a wizard organization..."

"Flower Scorpion Society?!" When he heard this word, Lance, who had been calm, couldn't help but feel shocked.

"Do you know this wizard organization?" Dora said in surprise.

He nodded and pondered, "We'll talk about this later, and we'll get more information from her."

Next, Lance used three souls of higher apprentices to exchange some information from the old ghost woman who didn't know the truth or the false.

According to the old ghost, the man who passed through the Nightmare Tunnel a hundred years ago - probably Dora's grandfather, never came back after leaving this place. In addition, she also knew some secrets of the Sivare Castle.

"Anyway, your trip is definitely full of dangers." The old ghost said nervously: "The wizard named Rodriguez is not so easy to die. It is a huge conspiracy or layout... Of course, Sivareri does have a lot of wealth and resources."

"Risk and opportunity coexist, this is a wonderful life, isn't it?"

"If you choose to open the red door, what comes to you may be infinite power or death. All of this is your own choice, but no one can change the established destiny and time." (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!