The long-abandoned monastery stands alone in the snow and in the forest.
Snow-covered pine needles surround the towering gray stone wall, silent and silent. The stone wall is covered with cracks caused by wind and rain, from which withered vines grow wildly, like ancient tree whiskers, hanging densely to the ground and taking root in the soil.
Under the snow cover, in the soil.
The three of them approached with one foot deep and the other shallow. They stopped and looked up at the bleak scene. There was no communication during the process, and they continued to walk forward, bypassing the stone wall, passing the gate, and entering the courtyard.
The gate of the monastery was once used to guard against robbers and wild beasts in the wilderness, but now there is only an empty stone arch. Half of the gate fell into the snow and half was missing. The courtyard is surrounded by trees and there is no one there.
, passing through the silver-white square, a tall church that lacked repairs came into view of the three of them.
This quaint building has almost collapsed in half and is overgrown with weeds, but the tall and heavy wooden door still stands on the door frame, half-opened. When pushed with your hand, the door opens with a long sigh.
In a silent environment, it seems quite scary.
Snow fell on the lintel of the door, and Fang Plover subconsciously took a step back and stepped down the steps. The door was filled with dust, and a smell of decay hit his face.
Inside the door is a quiet hall. The north corner has collapsed. The sun shines through the gap and falls on the stones and snow. But instead of illuminating the hall, the pale sunshine shines against it.
It makes the hall look darker and darker.
This was once a place for monks to meditate and serve the gods. It looked simple and solemn, but they still laid a carpet on the stone slabs, but the carpet had faded, and the background seemed pitch black, like dried blood, covered with a layer of dust.
Thick layer of gray.
The traces left by the fire can still be seen in the hall. The pillars and vaults were scorched black. The carpet was burned into sections and was covered with scorch marks and black spots. The utensils in the hall were either staggered or burned into pieces.
coke.
Fang Yu silently looked at the scene inside, while opening the system, he sent a text to Luo Hao, asking about what happened here a few months ago.
He actually knew what the adventurers encountered here before he came, but comparing what he saw now and recreating the situation at that time might be more helpful in discovering some details that they had not noticed before.
Luo Hao directly sent him a video.
Fang Yu opened the video, which showed a battle, but the picture was moving quickly, shaking constantly, and it was pitch black, making it almost difficult to see clearly what was happening.
I only heard someone shouting inside, roughly pointing out the location of something, and the other person was moving quickly. There should be many people in the picture. Occasionally, a blurry face could be seen passing by, and occasionally there were spells.
Murmurs and sounds of fighting.
Someone seemed to call out to the owner of the picture. He turned around and saw a flash of light covering the picture. After a moment, everything went dark.
Fang Yu only remembered the breathtaking bright purple light, like a spell or a flashing flame. It seemed vaguely familiar to him, but as the picture was reconstructed bit by bit in his mind, it gradually became clearer.
After outlining the scene in the picture, he raised his head and looked at this silent hall - the battle gradually overlapped with this place one by one.
'They were attacked by more than one shadow figure, and this was proved later.'
'That's the Shadow Man?'
Fang Yu slow-played the last video many times, but there was only a blur of purple light, and he could not clearly see the shadow person.
He asked a seemingly unnecessary question: 'Were they later resurrected?'
'certainly.'
'They came back here again after that?'
'I came back, but found nothing.'
After hesitating for a moment, Luo Hao sent another text: 'There were actually other people who came to this place after that because it was rumored to be haunted.'
'Haunted?'
Fang Yu was startled for a moment. What kind of term is haunting in Aitalia? Are they undead?
At this time, the dust in the hall had settled. He took a step inside, and at that moment, a whispering sound suddenly sounded in the dark hall. The sound was low and high, as if many people were talking and talking.
It seemed like a low sigh, and after a while it turned into an argument or shouting.
"Who is there?" Fang Plover was surprised.
He subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, but the direction of the sound was changing, as if it was coming from all directions. He could distinguish at least two to three sound sources, or even more. These sounds became muffled for a while, but
After a while it became louder again.
After repeating this for many times, Fang Yu gradually calmed down, and then he recorded a voice and sent it.
After a while, Luo Hao replied:
'That's why this place is haunted.'
'Those voices?'
'Yes, the sounds are coming from the hall, but no one can figure out what causes them.'
At this moment, Fang Yu noticed that Miss Knight raised her hand behind her and chanted the holy name of the Lord of Light in a low voice. A bright golden rune flashed in her small palm.
But she quickly frowned, with a look of doubt in her eyes.
"Did you find anything?" Fang Pliong asked.
Mei shook her head: "There is some dark atmosphere in the hall, but not much."
It is normal for the aura of darkness to breed in abandoned ruins. They will gradually gather together and breed some low-level dark creatures, such as undead.
But these undead souls are not the real souls of the dead. They appear to have entities on the surface, such as skeletons, zombies and ghouls, but in reality they are just energy bodies driven by dark forces.
On the contrary, undead souls such as ghosts and earth-bound spirits are the real souls of the living.
But the dark aura gathered here is obviously still relatively weak, and is not enough to form undead creatures, let alone the latter.
It can only be said that it is worthy of being the temple of Mirela. Even though it has been abandoned for decades, it still retains the weak power of the Holy Light, which is enough to suppress the growth of dark power here.
But since the sounds in the hall were not from the undead, they seemed a bit strange. Fang Pulver listened for a moment, but still could not distinguish the mixed sounds, which seemed to be the ravings of a sleepwalker, chaotic and illogical.
.
He stopped and asked Luo Hao: 'What are these sounds?'
Luo Hao replied: 'No one understands?'
"No one understands?" Fang Yu was stunned.
Aboriginal adventurers are just that, but the chosen ones are not just adventurers of this world. Behind them are the technical support of another world. Those multiple overlapping voices, recording voices, analyzing voiceprints,
It shouldn’t be difficult to extract the desired content from it, right?
Examples like this are not uncommon. Many sound laboratories have cooperated with the top teams in Aitalia. Several famous incidents were solved by this method.
It has been haunted for several months. Isn't there no adventurer who has had such thoughts?
However, Luo Hao added: "The recorded sound is very strange. Whether it is through the system or the recording crystal, there will always be missing parts in the recorded sound. The remaining parts will also become blurry, and what is extracted will only be some unknown meanings."
The noise."
Is there such a thing?
No wonder this place is called "haunted". Fang Pliance has never seen such a case in his memory.
But while he was thinking about it, Luo Yu suddenly said with certainty: "This is the power of magic."
"What?" Fang Plover turned around.
Luo Yu shook his head, "Some kind of force interfered with the recording crystal. It wasn't that the sound was missing, but that the power lingering on it changed the content of the sound during recording?"
"Are you sure?" Fang Yu turned around and asked a little seriously: "Is there any way to remove that spell?"
Luo Yu thought for a while and said: "That is the power of magic, but it is not necessarily a fixed spell. Nature can also produce such power. It may be difficult to solve this problem from the direction of dispelling the spell...
But there may be a simple solution here."
Fang Yu looked at the other party in surprise, "What should I say?"
"We can hear the original 'appearance' of the sound," Luo Yu raised his head and looked at the hall, "but the sound recorded by the recording crystal and the system will deviate. I guess it is because the recording crystal and the system are actually both
The same principles apply, using a recording spell to store sounds."
Fang Yu reacted: "Luo Yu, you mean that kind of power will react to this spell and change the content of the sound?"
Luo Yu nodded.
"Then what should we do?" Mei also asked at this time.
"Just use a shielding array to shield the fluctuations of spell casting."
"So simple?"
"It's that simple." Luo Yu nodded affirmatively.
But when Fang Yu thought about it carefully, he realized that this matter might not be as simple as Luo Yu said.
A simple solution is just a solution to the problem, but it is probably not an easy thing for ordinary people to realize that there is some kind of force that changes the sound, rather than the sound being missing during recording.
As Luo Hao said, most people in the community thought that the sound was missing during recording, but Luo Yu could see through its essence at a glance. This thing has nothing to do with the talent of the selector. I am afraid it is simply because of the other party.
Together with Jita, I received instruction from Karatu for more than a month.
This kind of thinking about the nature of magic is actually what most Chosen Ones lack.
Luo Yu began to set up the shielding array, but Fang Yu remembered another thing.
"Where should we take the recorded audio for analysis?" Fang Pultru couldn't help but ask. They didn't know any high-end laboratories, so they couldn't send it to the community for analysis by others, right?
Or should we leave it to the military?
However, Luo Hao quickly sent a message:
'Miss Tata said it's not necessary. If we can record the sound, there are several phonological sub-schools of spells that can extract the content we want from it. Even if the magician can't do it, the bard can definitely do it.
.'
He even boasted: 'Technology is powerful, but in the magical world, it also has its own solutions.'
Fang Yu knew at a glance that these words must have been said by Miss Tata. Even if they were not the original words, they were modified by Luo Hao.
But he had already captured the young man in his heart, "It's you, Tianlan."
The low whispers in the hall lasted for nearly an hour before finally calming down. Over there, Luo Yu also recorded the sound. Fang Yu took the recording crystal and played it again, and found that it was indeed the same as what he heard.
No two, this proves that the other party's guess is correct.
He couldn't help but give the other party a thumbs up.
The three of them then walked through the hall and continued moving forward.
The back of the hall is where the ascetic monks lived in the past. Theoretically, the battle a few months ago did not affect these places - the adventurers spent the night in the hall, and then were attacked by shadow figures who suddenly appeared.
In the end, we never entered a deeper place.
However, now that the Shadow Man has appeared here, Fang Yu still wants to see if there are any secrets hidden inside.
'I'm afraid it will be difficult to find anything,' Luo Hao sent him a message: 'In the past few months, adventurers have traveled all over this monastery, but except for that night, the Shadow Man has never appeared again.
'
'Are you sure that was the first time the Shadow Man appeared near Gray Owl Town?'
'At least no earlier sightings have been found.'
"Then it's better to see it than not to see it." Fang Yu thought to himself.
There is always a reason for the shadow people to appear here.
Although others didn't find anything, didn't they also record the sounds that others couldn't record?
He projected a dragon hunter from the information crystal to guard him. Mei also pulled out her long sword and held a shield in one hand - her halberd was not used here, so she had to use the backup weapon. This is also
Why, the reason why most chosen ones don’t like to use polearms.
Although polearms have more advantages than other melee weapons in most situations.
The three of them were walking through a deep and dark corridor - this corridor is the main corridor of the monks' living area. It extends in all directions and leads to different areas of the living area - dining room, bedroom, study and prison.
As he passed an intersection, Fang Plover suddenly felt a heat in his chest, and the back of his hands felt slightly hot. He was very familiar with this feeling, and subconsciously looked in one direction, only to see a ghostly shadow appearing in that direction.
At the intersection in the direction.
"who!?"
Looking at the shadow, Fang Yu felt a chill. He shouted subconsciously, raised his right hand, and shot a silver light in that direction.
But the 'Silver Bee' just passed through the shadow as if it were passing through a phantom. The ghost 'looked' at them, then slowly turned around and walked out.
Fang Yu was shocked. The ghost was going in the direction they came from, which was the direction of the hall outside. But the ghost was so fast that it was too late for them to catch up. Fang Yu had to let his clockwork goblin follow him immediately.
, but the scene that came into view at the next moment was a bit confusing——
After the ghost didn't go far, it gradually disappeared until there was no trace.
Fang Plover let the 'Silver Bee' fly into the hall outside, but he didn't see anyone again.
He let his clockwork fairy dangle outside for a while, then flew back, caught it with his hand, pulled up his goggles, and looked back at the other two people. All three of them were a little confused and didn't quite understand what was going on -
Could it be that this place is really 'haunted'?
But at this time, Mei once again threw a detection spell at the appearance of the 'ghost', and then let out a light sigh.
"... Such a strong dark aura."
"What?"
Miss Knight pointed in that direction and whispered: "Mr. Ed, the dark atmosphere there is very strong."
Fang Yu knew that she was the knight of Ouli. Ouli was known as the Lord of Light, the Beloved of the Holy Light, and the nemesis of all undead. As the first main god of the Oulin pantheon, even Mirela was once his subordinate god.
, the most sensitive to dark forces.
"Is it that direction?" he asked, pointing to the intersection where the ghost appeared.
May nodded.
"Go there and have a look." Fang Plover replied.
The three of them walked in that direction, but just as they entered the intersection, a strange phenomenon appeared in the darkness again, but this time it was no longer a shadow - but many shadows.
Like an afterimage left by history - the monks who seemed to have lived here in the past were slowly walking through the dark corridors here. They were lined up in a row, their pale figures seemed to be unreal, and they were walking towards the three of them.
.
The three of them backed up against the wall nervously, watching these illusory shadows pass in front of them.
They all have human outlines, but their faces cannot be seen clearly. The shadows seem to be unable to see the three of them. Instead, they walk towards the outside like the previous phantom, and also gradually disappear after a moment, and disappear again.
invisible.
Fang Yu frowned slightly as he watched this scene.
He hadn't noticed it before, but now that he was so close to these 'ghosts', he was vaguely aware that these shadows did not seem to be ghosts or 'haunts', they seemed to be just shadows...
Some images from the past.
He stretched out his hand and indeed passed through the illusion.
Fang Plover turned back to see Miss Knight.
Mei also shook her head: "They are not undead. Although the dark atmosphere here is very strong, I can't feel the dark atmosphere on them."
What's going on?
Fang Yu was a little puzzled, but he didn't understand. He learned a lesson this time and took out the recording crystal to take a picture of the scene. And he had learned from the past. After the shadows disappeared, he also recorded the scene in the recording crystal again.
The recorded content was played back once.
But this time the 'power' didn't seem to take effect, and the crystal faithfully recorded everything they had seen before.
Fang Yu couldn't figure out what was going on, and Miss Tata couldn't give any answers, but the dark atmosphere in front of them became stronger and stronger - until they reached the end of the corridor.
There is a sculpture of a gargoyle with its head lowered.
Mei's eyes almost immediately fell on the gargoyle's claws.
Different from the general image of gargoyle sculptures with their claws hanging down, the sculpture in front of them actually held a strange crystal in its claws - but it was not a real crystal, but a crystal carved from stone.
image of.
"Is the dark aura coming from above?" Fang Plover saw the other party's expression and immediately realized something.
Mei nodded slightly.
Could it be that those images came from this ‘crystal’?
Fang Yu hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand to press on the crystal.
At that moment, the three of them suddenly heard a series of sounds. The next moment, the gargoyle shrank back, and then revealed a dark hole in the wall behind it.