The pickpocket square is located in the most conspicuous position in Bilgewater, and gathering here is tantamount to provoking the dignity of the undead.

Thresh naturally noticed the square early in the morning.

He was not interested in the dead souls that were corrupted by the black fog. The fresh soul was the object of his pleasure, and the fountain of life carried by Shiville happened to be able to save the dead souls into souls.

It must get these holy things, which is exactly the meaning of Thresh's existence to enjoy this pleasant torture!

"Mortal, there is an interesting soul in your body." Thresh raised his head half an inch, and Shiville saw him showing his too sharp teeth and grinning with an expectant smile.

"Thank you, this is the first time I've been praised by the dead, but that doesn't mean I'll give it to you."

Shiville grabbed the water bag, bit out the plug, and then blatantly shook it in front of Threstone.

Although she is not fat at all, she is very brave and is bigger than Miss Doom's broad mind.

"You want this right?" Hillville narrowed his eyes and tried his best to see Thresh's expression.

Although Thresh's eye sockets were hollow, Shiville still felt a greedy and vicious gaze that was always focused on her water capsule.

Thresh smiled in a gloomy way, looking at what Shiville wanted to do with fun.

"I can divide you, but only if you can't get stuck."

"I want...all." Thresh floated up like his kind, and a painful moan came from the robe.

Thresh's robes were automatically slapped with a yellow needle teeth, making an explicit smile.

"All the spring water? You are even more greedy than me."

Looking up at the evil spirit, Shiville only felt dryness in her mouth and sweating in her palms, which made her unable to help but want to drink a sip of spring water.

Her confidence was being stripped away little by little by little by Thresh's deep laughter.

"No, all I'm talking about is the souls of everyone here. Your souls are extremely vivid and far from withered and deserted. They are like a flower field in spring, and they will eventually be picked by me."

Sensen's sharp teeth under the cloak suddenly collided with each other, laughing wildly, with an unshirkable and ill-touching voice in his laughter.

"You are dreaming, I will wake you up now!"

Shiville sprinkled the spring of life towards the Thresh, and white smoke came out, and a circle of black light outside the lantern dissolved all the water droplets invisibly.

The undead that affected the pond fish was purified and turned into a few strands of residual souls. They broke free from the constraints of the green light and rushed towards the sky, trying to escape from the terrifying prison guard who tortured them for countless years.

"The water that was splashed cannot be collected, but the soul that ran out can do it."

The sound of chains dragging on the ground awakened her.

As Shiville expected, Thresh would indeed pull the hook to hook a few souls that wanted to escape.

She threw out the Chalikar and knocked the hook away, and she quickly rushed around the Threstone to the preset cross blade landing point, and was very skillful in secretly seizing Chen Cang's plan.

Sure enough, after the soul he got flew away, Thresh let out an angry thrilling scream.

With a slump in her hand, Shiville steadily caught the crossblade and continued to run at full speed. The street leading to the city was close at hand. With just a few heartbeats, she could leave this haunted place.

At this moment, something happened suddenly.

A green light curtain suddenly blocked her way forward, and the road she left was separated from her by a wall, but it was out of reach.

Five white bone spires rose from the ground, and a huge green light barrier spread out between the adjacent bone tufts, covering the entire pickpocket square in all directions. The strange green light was like a sky curtain, turning this place into a gloomy netherworld prison.

Shiville dared not touch the light curtain, but the knife watering did not achieve significant results.

She turned her head and saw a few wisps of her released soul hitting the light curtain, like a marshmallow entering the water, instantly disappearing and invisible.

Immediately afterwards, the candlelight in the soul-guiding cage held high, and the residual soul suddenly appeared in it.

The remnant soul was attached to the lantern cover, slapped the lantern in horror, asking for help from Shiville, but no sound came out of the lantern. Finally, it was shrouded by countless ghost hands into the candlelight.

The fire suddenly became gloomy and no longer fainted.

"What did you do?" Shiville witnessed the Thresh's soul-damaging process, and felt a sense of fear that was cruelly burning her heart.

"I said that no one can escape from my prison. It's not possible when you live, and even more so when you die." Thresh said it with confidence, and the lantern began to shine brightly in his hands, like a sea lighthouse directing the way in the foggy sky.

"That lantern..." Shiville knew that there was a necessary connection between the lantern and the prison, so he threw out the cross blade to interrupt Threstone's spell casting.

But it cannot break through the barrier formed by the self-sacrifice of the undead.

As the light of the lanterns enveloped the entire square, a sudden thunder broke out in the distance, and a low trumpet sound swept across the square, followed by a rushing cry.

This sound made Shiville sound the scene of the army fighting on the battlefield, but she is now at sea.

As the storm gradually approached, the thunder became louder and louder, as if a giant was shaking his hammer and slamming his anvil madly.

The ground trembled, and the sound of iron hooves trampling began to become clear.

"You even called a helper?" Shiville, who was in a dilemma, tried to anger Thresh.

She didn't expect Thresh to answer her.

As soon as he finished speaking, a knight's outline appeared in the black fog. The midnight sky was set against his empty shadow. He rode on the back of a war horse with a strange proportion. His helmet was shaped like a demon's head, holding a hooked halberd, and a miserable green flame burst out from the murderous blade.

"Another fear knight?" Shiville murmured to himself.

"No, you can see clearly..." Thresh's gloomy whisper rang in Shiville's ears at the right time, like the scales of a poisonous snake brushing through her eardrums.

...

In the center of the square, Sarah, holding a double gun, was dodging the tentacles sweeping from all directions by the undead of the sea archworm, so urgent that she didn't even have the chance to load the pistol.

If she doesn't pay attention, she has to meet Jeno.

Seeing Raven, who suddenly became as stiff as a frozen corpse, Sarah threw a grenade without pulling it directly onto his head, scaring him to death.

"A fear knight scares you to shrink your eggs? Pick up the grenade and blow him to death like I did just now!"

She was looking for angles and was about to throw the high-explosion grenade into the mouth of the keel, so that it could understand that not everything could be eaten.

If you eat something you shouldn't eat, you have to pay the price for it.

"Captain, that's not the Knight of Fear... that's the Shadow of War!" Lei Wen's desperate voice came into Sarah's ears, making her instantly become as stiff as Lei Wen's earlier.
Chapter completed!