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The remaining zombie demons were killed one by one, leaving only a mess on the beach.

The adventurers gathered again, and the Archmage performed a simple divination. Following the traces left by the vampire, Lynch returned to the rainforest from the north along the coast.

The moonlight streamed onto the warriors and bounced off Lynch's scepter and the pendant on his right hand.

Except for the occasional cold light reflected from the silver holy emblem, the pendant no longer looked magical.

Lynch did not abandon the Holy Emblem because of this, and it was a nice souvenir.

It doesn't look like a cold-blooded creation, but more like it was made by an elf.

Perhaps the Archmage knew its origin, but Teclis never paid attention to it, as if it was just an ornament.

Lynch did not take the initiative to ask what the symbols on the pendant meant in elven culture.

He hopes to retain this curiosity, and more importantly, the Archmage may not know its origin.

This Holy Emblem is definitely not a mortal thing, and the changes that Lin Qi encountered are enough to prove this.

The march became boring, and the dwarves occasionally glanced at the gold pendant on Lynch's back. The humans became surprisingly quiet.

Lin Qi actually liked the way they chattered. The silence in the dark was too boring.

Fortunately, this tranquility was soon broken by the strange jungle.

There were more headless figures in the bushes, like puddles of mud, nestled against the low tree trunks.

Lynch approached these headless corpses, they must be the missing townspeople.

All the townspeople are like molluscs, placed in any desired position.

It is obvious that none of them have skeletons.

Glenn nauseated at the bloody scene, and in a daze, the witch hunter saw the corpse move.

He blinked, only to realize that it was just an illusion.

The lizard man didn't react, and the Archmage didn't warn. These beings who were far more powerful than him confirmed the safety of this place.

The human watched the corpse nervously, and as his gaze lingered, he once again saw, as if in an illusion, that the corpse had changed its posture.

A chill hit Glenn's brain. He tried to open his mouth to ask his teammates if they noticed anything unusual, but found that he couldn't move.

Faintly, Glenn heard his parents calling.

Glenn Wendel~

Glenn could even hear the concern in his mother's words and the rebuke in his father's tone.

The call sounded again, but the warm words made the hair on the witch hunter's body stand up.

His parents disappeared twenty years ago. Even if they had not died, they should not have appeared in the crisis-ridden rainforest of the new world.

Glenn followed the team like a machine. He tried to speed up or slow down to let his teammates notice his abnormality, but no matter how he called his body, the body did not respond.

It was as if another soul had taken over his body, and he himself could only be an outsider, watching the body he had used for nearly thirty years.

Glenn Wendell~ Have you seen me? I'm here, stop being naughty and come back quickly!

The call came from the depths of the jungle, but in Glenn's sight, there were only more and more headless corpses in the depths of the jungle.

Glenn didn't dwell on the familiar voice; in fact, his parents were more accustomed to calling him by his nickname than calling him by his full name.

The long-lost voice did not bring any warmth to Glenn, but only gave him a lingering biting chill.

He prayed eagerly to Sigma, praying that his teammates would discover his abnormality, but for him, the torturous half-day was only a few blinks of time in the outside world.

Slowly, Glenn felt the gaze of his parents.

Two eyes, dead and empty, emerged from the north, piercing Glenn's skin deeply.

Glenn Wendell.

The familiar voice appeared again, but slightly distorted, like an impatient diner praying for a sumptuous dinner.

Then, Glenn's eyes crossed the layers of leaves and saw a presence calling him that he shouldn't have seen.

Those were two emaciated human heads. They were indeed Glenn's parents, just part of them.

In the blink of an eye, the head disappeared again.

Terrifying gazes appeared from all directions, like two human heads speeding through the jungle, not forgetting to keep an eye on his son.

The call came again, but Glenn could no longer determine their bearing.

While Glenn was praying hurriedly, a moist hot breath licked his left ear. Then, a low cry accompanied by the hot breath made Glenn's heart stop.

Glenn.

A terrifying sound broke through the air, deafening his left ear.

The lizard man's scepter stabbed accurately into the void above his left shoulder, as if it had hit an invisible object.

Glenn suddenly woke up and regained control of his body. Only then did he realize that sweat had soaked his leather armor.

The witch hunter took out his pocket watch. Although the pocket watch had long lost its accuracy, he still judged that the abnormality occurred in the blink of an eye, and he felt like he had spent the whole night in that state.

He got close to the lizard man, huddled between the lizard man and the archmage, and smiled ingratiatingly under the strange gazes of the two.

Just a wraith.

Teclis shrugged at him, and Glenn gradually relaxed. It seemed that everything was under the control of the mage, and there would be no danger beyond expectation.

Lin Qi was just surprised that this resentful spirit suddenly appeared on the witch hunter's shoulder.

The next second, a cold gaze appeared from behind the human, causing Glenn's soothing body to stiffen again.

Something's coming. Glenn tried to warn his teammates.

The Archmage stood silently, carefully sensing the flow of magic power, frowned, and said with relief:

I don't think so! Don't be too nervous. Fear will bring deeper fear.

Lin Qi was curious about how human beings were surrounded by plants and trees, and subconsciously searched the rainforest again.

There were no enemies, just headless corpses lying limp on the ground.

These headless corpses did not show their mystery. To be cautious, Lynch led the hot-blooded species to stop at the edge of the forest.

If they don't jump up and fight, let the Archmage's magic ritual grant them complete sleep.

The witch hunter's fearful posture did not seem to be fake. Lynch looked at the surrounding environment again, but still did not notice the physical enemy.

Of course, it wouldn't be a wraith, Lynch could see a wraith.

Until the Archmage drew the magic circle, no abnormalities appeared.

It turns out that Glenn was just scaring himself because Lynch never got the surprise he wanted.

No enemy appeared, but the witch hunter looked more nervous. His fear was strong enough to overwhelm the emotions of other hot-blooded species.

During the preparation for the ceremony, the soft corpses scattered in the jungle seemed to have souls again, jumping like rat men.

They are like the most dexterous assassins, fleeing into the shadows one after another.

Lin Qi became excited, he liked this kind of visible and tangible enemy.

Strangely, Hunting Sense marked no enemies for him.