As Bryan approached the top of the tower, the air began to become cold and mixed with the smell of corruption.

He saw a bedroom that was once elegant and refined in the past, which had been stained and destroyed, and the Shuni murals on the walls on both sides were covered with dirt and filth.

Three beds were covered with moldy blankets and animal skins, one of which was covered with huge bones and stinky raw skins.

Empty boxes scattered like furniture on the floor of the room, filled with broken weapons, rotten clothes and other weird things.

He was not surprised by this.

After all, the ghost woman's residence is dominated by twisted woods, desolate wilderness, stormy beaches, or dark swamps.

When they settle down in a building, the surrounding landscape will change as they see over time.

Because this is their dirty nature, they like colored decorations with the breath of death, such as bones, minced meat and various filthy items.

They are disgusted with worldly beauty and always like to ‘help’ other creatures to destroy or change their beautiful appearance, especially places like the temple of the goddess of love, which are mainly beautiful.

These uneasiness and disgust will also accompany all aspects of the ghost's life.

The ghost may sit on a magical giant skull and land on an old tree like a slaughtered corpse, or travel around with a group of animals and slaves locked in a cage, and use illusions to attract careless creatures to approach.

They even like to sharpen their teeth with whetstones, weave clothes with the victim's intestines, and entertain themselves with these horrific and weird behaviors.

Before Brian stepped into the room, he saw two bodies lying at the door.

Their skin is dark red, with striking long horns, tails and bat wings, showing that they belong to otherworldly bloodlines, which are the so-called descendants of demons, demons and humans.

He carefully examined the bodies and found that all the causes of their deaths were caused by a palm hitting the center of the mouth, and a terrible internal force that broke the heart and lungs and died.

Obviously, this is definitely from the hands of the half-elf monk Leseno.

In the dim room, there was a dejected atmosphere.

A dog-headed man with white scales and purple eyes paced impatiently, wearing a pieced together skirt, cursing and cursing as he walked.

In the corner, there was a dragon-born warrior sitting on the ground against the corner of the wall. From his dim scales, it was a golden dragon-born.

However, after seeing this dragon descended, a trace of shock appeared in Brian's eyes.

Because this is the weakest dragon descendant he has ever seen so far.

In his impression, the dragon-born warrior who was originally taller and taller than humans was now inferior to an old human being in his eyes.

If it weren't for his rising and falling chests, Brian even thought he was dead.

On another corner of the room was a little goblin, wearing a robe that was extremely dissatisfied with its body shape, leaning against the wall, and his little face was filled with sadness.

When Brian looked at the little goblin carefully, he suddenly found that its wide round eyes were like two bottomless voids, emitting the purest fear.

Recalling the demise of Arab City, the girl who gradually became stronger under the comfort of the female lord and finally carried the banner of reconstruction of Arab City, Brian subconsciously expressed his guess: "You are Sissi?"

After saying that, he took the initiative to remove his invisibility spell and appeared in everyone's sight.

The half-elf monk who was worried about the painting curl was the first to turn his eyes on Brian, followed by the little goblin who was named by him.

Finally, there were the dog-headed guys who stopped to pace and the dragon descendants who were struggling to raise their heads.

"You...how did you recognize me?" The little goblin raised his head and looked at Brian with disbelief.

The half-elf monk also looked at the lord from Mokou Town at the door curiously.

After all, when he rescued the girl named Xixi, he chatted with her for a long time and learned that the other party and the lord had never met each other.

But the other party instantly recognized the girl who had become a goblin, which was simply incredible.

"From your eyes."

Brian handed her a comforting look and said to her with a smile, "I came to save you by your father. Of course I have seen your portrait, so from the eyes in your portrait, you can recognize your identity at a glance. As usual, your eyes are as gentle as a doe."

The little goblin lowered his head embarrassedly, and his sad mood seemed to relieve a lot.

"Okay, it's not the time to chat about these things."

In order not to make everyone get too confused on this topic, Brian forced the topic to divert their attention, "Tell me what the hell is going on, Mr. Erlanze."

The half-elf monk suppressed his doubts and looked upright, saying to him, "They are ghost wives who are stinky and staring at the gathering, and they are performing a dark transaction and curse painting that is exclusive to the ghost wives."

"Of course I know these." Brian frowned, "I mean, since the curse painting has been found, why can't it be restored."

The ghost woman is selfish by nature, and once they need to work together, they will call the ghost woman to gather.

A gathering consists of various types of ghost wives, and all ghost wives have equal status in the gathering.

Despite this, each of them actually wants to gain more personal power from it. After all, internal fighting is a tradition of chaotic evil camps.

A gathering consists of three ghosts, so that if two of them have different opinions, the third one can vote.

If more than three ghosts are together, it will be like two ghosts gathering to confront each other, and the result will be in chaos.

The process of creating curse paintings is a sign of a foul-stenched gaze assembly.

This process comes from a ghost girl’s grandmother whom he dared not mention her name.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The method is still a secret, and every member of the foul-smelling rallies only knows some of it.

Every ghost woman keeps her secrets strictly, worried that she will be abandoned by other ghosts after it is leaked.

These ghost wives disguised as elves lure their guests into magical transformations.

What they call magical service rituals seem to be entirely beneficial on the surface, while the ghosts are proficient in making guests think the benefits are far outweigh the prices they pay.

The price of these special rituals is said to be "a little thing" by the sisters, and they will charge them within one year.

Any creature that accepts the transaction will be taken to the studio where Brian has visited before, where the ghost will draw a beautiful portrait of the creature within an hour.

Because the ghost woman would tell them that when the portrait is finished, they will become what they look like in the portrait.

After the painting is over, the magic of the portrait changes the creatures that accept the transaction as they wish.

The benefits of this exchange usually last for a year.

But what makes these traders despair is that the benefactors will experience the opposite effect of their expected ritual, which will transform the creature into a dark reflection of original desire.

For example, those who pursue strength will fall into weakness and helplessness, while those who pursue beauty will become ugly.

If a creature gives up the Ghost Woman’s gift before the end of a year, the curse will take effect immediately.

If Brian asked Horror Mogan to draw an ideal painting for himself while in the studio, he would inevitably suffer this curse.

"I can't destroy these paintings at all." The half-elf monk pointed to the paintings on the table and said helplessly:

"You also see that even if the ghosts are killed, the magic of the painting will still exist, and only by destroying the painting can it end the curse it brings. But if you want to relieve their curse, unless these paintings are torn apart in an instant, the painting will not be harmed."

"That is to say, even you don't have the ability to destroy these paintings in an instant." Brian looked at the monk, walked to the table, and observed several paintings on it.

Everyone came over like a curious baby.

The first thing that caught Brian's eyes was a strong golden dragon descendant who was struggling to kill the enemy on the battlefield, with a stance of being a one-man who could not escape from the obstacles.

Brian looked at the thin dragon descendants, and it was obvious that his ideal appearance had a counterproductive effect.

Then he looked at the second painting, a tall male Tifflin, who had brilliant violet eyes and was covered with luxurious jewelry.

"My name is Shin Guang. I am from the Jewelry Guild in Deepwater City and an informant of the masked lord of Deepwater City." Before Brian could speak, the dog-headed man with white scales quickly explained:

"I came here because I wanted to grow a few inches taller. After all, the extra height can make me more beneficial when doing business. If you help me lift the curse, when I return to Deep Water City, I will definitely recommend a powerful ally to you."

Brian glanced at him thoughtfully, thinking that among the many masked lords in Deep Water City, no lord's informant was a Tifflin named Shining.

He realized that this guy was probably dead here.

He looked at the third painting; this was a radiant golden elf, with a charming smile in the portrait, staring at his reflection in the mirror.

Obviously, this is undoubtedly the Golden Elf Lirion.

He glanced at Sissi who had become a little goblin, curious about what she would look like in her ideal, so he looked at the fourth painting:

The young girl in the picture is wearing a long skirt made of the most exquisite silk, a golden crown inlaid with gems, and holding a staff of sparkling light, looking like a great arcane.

Brian was amused by this painting, looking at the little goblin, he looked like a cat with a dragon's heart.

"Is there a way?" asked the half-elf monk.

"The method is very simple." Brian stacked the scrolls together, "find a paladin, asked him to do a "Evil-breaking Slash" and it will be done directly..."

"This is simple, I will bring these paintings to Silver Moon City." The half-elf monk relaxed his expression and said with a smile, "I happened to know a paladin from the Silver Knights of Silver Moon City."

"I haven't finished speaking yet."

Brian glanced at the monk who interrupted his words, and the latter looked away embarrassedly.

He added: "These curses are curses condensed from the purest dark energy. If a creature in heaven can be summoned from the mountain of heaven, they can easily use the power of holiness to completely purify the scroll."

"After saying so much, the first method is not as effective as the first method." The half-elf monk was about to pack up the scroll and run away, "Where can I find any creatures in the heavens at this time."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a summoning magic array appearing on the cold and corrupt ground.

As the golden light gradually converged, a Wei Xu divine envoy who looked like a panda man appeared in everyone's sight.

The half-elf monk looked at the giant creature in disbelief and was stunned. He didn't expect that the lord of Mokou Town could actually summon the creatures in the heavens.

Moreover, he could see from the fluctuations of the light emitted by the teleportation array that it was obviously voluntary by the other party, rather than through forced or transactional means.

This immediately raised an idea and prepared to write Brian's name on a small notebook he regarded as the highest-level object of observation.
To be continued...