The shadow ghost absorbed the black skull with all his strength, and as a result, the black skull suddenly burst out with a strong black qi. This black qi is an ominous magical energy, and it is actually full of resentment.

The moment he wrapped the shadow ghost, Simon felt the grief and roar of countless resentful spirits, which made Simon nervous, numb in his scalp, and buzzing in his head.

The power of devouring is full of firepower, madly swallowing this ominous magic energy.

Simon sat cross-legged, sticking to his spiritual will, not to be invaded by such complaints.

The countless voices seemed to have turned into countless resentful spirits to wrap Simon's soul, screaming and shouting at him, as if to tell Simon their resentment. The countless voices were superimposed together, crazy and chaotic, extremely torment.

But as the shadow ghost continued to devour the black qi, this crazy resentment began to weaken, and then became weaker and weaker until it disappeared completely.

He opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, and it was finally over.

Looking at the black skull, it turned out that the black skull was actually broken, broken into pieces, and there was no magic energy in it.

After the shadow ghost absorbed the majestic magical energy, his body strengthened again.

Simon converged these skull fragments, and then randomly scattered them next to the old woman's body, as if they were broken during the battle.

After staying in the Dahl family for almost an hour, the talents of the ninth innings arrived.

Leading the charge is Donald.

"Simon, your face is a little ugly." Donald asked hurriedly.

"I just went through a hard battle, so it's strange if something happens." Simon said helplessly.

"What happened?" Donald frowned. He knew that Simon's strength could make him go through a tough fight, which was enough to show how difficult the opponent was.

"It's a very bad thing, let's talk about it as we walk." Simon took Donald to the house in Moss in the backyard. Donald looked at the corpses in the room with a serious look.

"The witch family's soul-melting resurrection fifty years ago, this kind of plot can be written into a novel." Donald said solemnly.

"But the fact is that there is still a living mouth over there, you will know when you bring it back for interrogation." Simon pointed to the child he knocked unconscious before.

Donald nodded and instructed the knight beside him to take the unconscious child away.

"I'll leave it to you to deal with it here. I experienced a shout just now. I'm a little tired. I'll go back to rest first."

"Aren't you going to go back with me to investigate?"

"Damn it, no, I'm also under investigation. Isn't there another survivor? He knows more."

"Rules are rules. We also need to know the ins and outs of this matter. You are the party involved. Naturally, you have to tell the whole story. Of course, it's just to provide the situation." Donald spread his hands.

"Then let's talk here, I'm too lazy to go to the inner city." Simon said helplessly.

"Okay, then ask here."

Donald arranged for the knights and the reserve knights to start cleaning up the scene, Donald himself made a record, and Simon told the whole story.

Donald also asked some questions, and in short, it took another thirty or forty minutes before Simon left.

"It's so unlucky for him, I thought it was a good job, but it turned out to be such a bad thing. It's really unlucky." Simon scolded and went home.

"Don't complain, I don't know when I'm going to work." Donald laughed.

Simon returned home, thinking of taking a good rest, but it backfired, and a guest came to the house.

Johnny Curator.

And this old guy was covered in blood, looking terrible.

"I just said that you old man has a bad mouth and will be stabbed sooner or later. I'm right, tsk tsk tsk, how many knives have you been stabbed with so much blood?" Simon said with some schadenfreude.

"Stop talking nonsense, quickly heal me." Curator Johnny said weakly.

"Hey, your mouth is still stinky, and I angered me. I won't give you treatment."

"Simon, it's alright, don't talk sarcastically." Orissa advised.

"Okay, I don't know you in the same way for Orisa's face." Simon took out the medicine box, took off the clothes on Johnny's body, and tied a bandage on his body. It was a simple bandage to stop the bleeding, but The wound was so large that the blood had stained the bandage.

Simon cut off the bandage and looked at the wound, all of which were sword wounds.

"Hey, old man, how do you say it is a retired knight, and his fighting skills are also good, but he was beaten like this."

"This sword injury is stable and ruthless. This is not intended to kill you. This is not the hand of ordinary people. You are provoking someone."

"Shut up, can you be quiet?" Curator Johnny cursed in a low voice.

"Light it up, light it up for me. You did it on purpose."

"Cut, I thought you were tough enough."

"Hurry up, I still have something to do."

"Do you still need to do something? I think you want to die. It's impossible for you to go to the ground if you don't recover from this injury for a few days."

"Aren't you a magician? You use magic medicine to help me heal quickly."

Simon frowned: "What happened? Don't worry about your old thing, but don't implicate Gale."

"Gail was kidnapped?"

"What? You're not kidding?"

"Do I have to joke with you?"

"Fuck, look at my crow's mouth."

"How could Gail be kidnapped? She usually doesn't leave the door. Who kidnapped her. Your family has no money, so kidnapping her is definitely not for money. Could it be for color?"

"It's because of me."

"I guess it must be because of you, is it because your enemy has come to the door."

Curator Johnny nodded gloomily.

"Since it's your enemy, why didn't he kill you directly, why did he kidnap Gale. Could it be that he wants to make you suffer for a lifetime~lightnovelpub.net~ I'll go, vicious enough, who is the person who kidnapped Gale? Hurry up and rescue her." Simon added some pictures in his head, very worried about Gale's current situation.

Curator Johnny also had a gloomy expression on his face: "The most important thing for you now is to heal my injury."

Simon snorted coldly and said, "It's useless to heal your injury. You've been beaten for this virtue, and you still have the ability to rescue Gale?"

"I don't care much about the life and death of your old man. But Gale can't have an accident, tell me the identity of the kidnapper, and I'll rescue Gale."

"You can't find them."

"Even if I can't find it, I can start nine rounds to find him. Even if he hides in a corner, I can dig him out."

Curator Johnny still shook his head.

"Fuck, do you want to kill Gale?" Simon frowned and said gloomily.

"They're not in Fossa City."

"No matter where they are." Simon's face froze, his brows furrowed even more: "What does it mean not to be in Fossa City? Can they still leave Fossa City?"