"This means that the area around Shadow Island is also unsafe..." After looking at the sea without wind and waves, Ezeril retracted his neck and quickly recorded the story Sarah told, and finally concluded: "That skeleton mage should not be an ordinary undead!"

"That's Karthas, the singer of Death." Someone answered him, but this person was not Sarah, but Geno, who had just walked out of the cabin. He held two pots of potted plants in his hand, and there was a small queen grass planted in them. The dazzlingly bright green color shows that these plants contain powerful vitality.

"This is the end of this topic. Don't read him anymore. The more you recite, the more you may attract him. Come on, send you a talisman to the three of you."

Geno suppressed the discussion and, together with the demon spirit behind him, distributed three pots of Queen's grass pots to the other three.

"Amulet? What a unique little thing..." Sarah was speechless. Why did the weeds everywhere on the cliffs become amulets against the undead?

Although this thing is indeed of little use, it is only by burning a large amount of mature queen grass that can only see the effect.

The Queen grass that Geno took out did not grow at all. The mature plant that could be more than one meter high is less than ten centimeters tall. I guess it can't even ignite the fire...

The most important thing is that the entire queen completely stuffed the glass of wine taken out of her tavern and planted it!

"The queen grass I have carefully cultivated can naturally be used as amulets. You all hold it in my palms. The black fog is coming!"

Geno was too lazy to explain anymore. They were about to drive into the black fog, and this pot of grass would naturally prove everything later.

After listening to Geno's words, the three of them saw that the black fog border was close. Although they didn't understand the principle, they still obediently held the potted plant tightly.

"Jeno, don't you want a drink?" Sarah couldn't help asking as she looked at Jeeno's empty hand.

For potted plants that are served in glass wine glasses, Sarah is more willing to use the quantifier "cup".

"The demon spirit doesn't need to tell me why. She has a unique body. But you are still a mortal body, and I know your soul is very strong, which means you are like a candlelight in the eyes of a moth, and those undead will pounce on you even more crazily..."

Sarah couldn't help but think of the Soul-Eating Night, when Geno alone relied on her powerful soul to attract the attention of most of the undead. Those disgusting dead people, like worker bees stabbed in a beehive, attacked and hung all over Geno's whole body, forming a pile of corpse mountains made of rotten limbs. She had never seen such a crazy scene and still remembered them vividly.

So she was worried.

When the demon spirit heard someone mention him, he did not react immediately. It was not until the demon puppet gently touched her forehead and made a crisp metal sound that he waved to Sarah slowly.

"Cough cough! I don't need it." Geno coughed while pressing his Adam's apple, and then his Adam's apple emitted soft pure white light, as if a night pearl was stored inside.

"Oh, I finally know why your saliva has the ability to heal wounds. It turns out that there is a treasure hidden in your throat!" Sarah suddenly realized and looked at her longingly: "I really want to put my finger in and touch it... Can you pick it for me?"

Geno only answered one word.

"roll."

Geno slowed down the ship and drove carefully. After driving into the edge of the black fog, the black fog rushed behind him like a spirit, blocking their retreat. The starry night suddenly dimmed, with no wind or waves. Only these black fogs that were as thick as substance turned into veils and enveloped their eyes.

Shortly after entering the black fog, the potted plants in the three of them lit up at the same time. The tender green leaves emitted soft light, and the rich breath of life blessed the whole body, dispelling the coldness and fear that had been around since they approached Shadow Island.

The black fog became restless, and a wisp of black fog separated, forming tentacles in invisible places to explore Sarah.

No one noticed its existence, and even Sarah herself... It quietly slashed across the latter's smooth neck, trying to drill down into her heart.

But the black fog's tentacles only touched the tender leaves of the queen grass in her hand, and then shrank back like an electric shock, without any new movements for a long time.

The same was true for the contact between others and Black Mist, all ending in the failure of the first test of Black Mist.

"Do you feel that you suddenly became much colder..." Sarah said afterwards.

Sarah expressed the doubts in everyone's hearts, and Jinx and Ezreal nodded repeatedly.

"But... the temperature has not changed much." The Demon Spirit corrected that her perception of temperature was much more accurate than that of mortals.

She did not agree with this statement, but she did not think that these people were making unreasonable things. Looking at Sarah who was wearing thin clothes, the Demon Spirit briefly analyzed and concluded: "Captain Sarah dressed too little."

"Uh..." Sarah's expression froze, and then she muttered angrily: "What I mean by cold does not mean the temperature has become lower..."

Of course she knew that wearing unclosed navel-covered outfits and tight leather pants would be cold in this environment! Even Jinx knew how she didn't know about wearing winter clothes!

If it weren't for showing someone a perfect figure, which woman would have deliberately worn so little to get cold.

But someone didn't react at all. I won't say anything if I didn't look at it. Can't even care about it? She can't wait for a word "wear one more" in the past three days!

She felt that she was being fooled because in the past three days she saw from Geno that she had only one to beware of her except being wary. The routines that are very useful to deal with those stinky men are useless on him.

She felt that she had used the wrong strategy. The more she gave her, the less she was... But when she thought about it carefully, would she pay attention to herself when she became cold?

The answer is no, it will only make someone happy.

"I'll get you a piece of clothing." The demon spirit, who likes to observe words and expressions, saw the haze rolling on Sarah's face, thought she had said the wrong thing, and then decided to help Sarah pick up a piece of clothing to help her physically heat up to make up for the mistakes she made inadvertently.

"Thank you." Sarah stuffed the pot into Geno's hand tough, and gave him a whisper. Then she wrapped her coat with the help of Demon Spirit. Then she felt much warmer. Thanks Demon Spirit very much.

She really didn't expect that a cold robot would be warmer than a man. This man is too unhealthy!

What I didn't expect was that when she wanted to get the potted plant back from Geno, Geno didn't return it to her!
Chapter completed!