Although the words of a fierce and cunning red dragon cannot be trusted, especially the surname of this red dragon, it is still so [pure evil].

Evans.

but......

After thinking about this, Colin began to think about how to take Rotweiner away from this place. This should not be too difficult.

His Excellency Witt looks easy to talk.

Five more days have passed. The life here can hardly feel the passage of time. The surrounding scenery has almost no changes.

Only Colin and Rowell are more familiar with each other.

That morning, Colin was sitting on a branch, talking to Rotweiner, who was tied to the door of the cottage.

Suddenly, a colorful light lit up.

Colin's heart moved, and a little joy appeared. But soon after, the light disappeared. But Witt was the only one.

Colin's face changed slightly, he jumped off the branches, his feet fell on a soft layer of dead leaves, and quickly came to Witt, bowing and asking, "How is Mr. Witt, Alex?"

"Don't worry. Colin." Witt's face showed a relaxed look, and then explained: "Mr. Alex was seriously injured and could not be cured in a short period of time. I will only give him preliminary treatment these days. Now I will take a look at your [Curse of God]."

Colin nodded, then unbuttoned his coat, pulled out his shirt and exposed his belly.

A cold crescent moon hugged the navel.

Witt's face showed a solemn look, and then he carefully stretched out his right hand, and slightly touched the [God's Curse] on his belly button between his fingers.

"Squeak!!!" Suddenly, a huge divine light appeared on Colin's body, and the cold aura was like a storm, sweeping across all directions with Colin as the center.

The environment wherever it passes is like being washed. Whether it is plants or insects, it all turns into ice sculptures.

Colin rolled his eyes up and fainted.

"You are not Witt, who are you?!!!!" Rotweinerburn was watching curiously. After seeing this scene, his eyes widened and he said nervously.

The power that burst out is indeed the divine power of the vampire god. But the other party is definitely not Witt.

"You little red dragon is indeed a little knowledgeable. But why did you have to rob Wit before?"

A smile appeared on "Witt"'s face and turned to ask Rotweiler.

"The aura of this old guy Witt is so hidden. He looked just an ordinary druid at that time. I don't know that he is a legendary druid, and he is a super capable player in the legend."

Although Rotweiner's hair stood up all over his body and looked at the person in front of him in fear and fear, his words were still calm.

Witt became "Witt".

And Witt was originally a super capable druid. What kind of person could do this?

This guy in front of me is definitely a super terrifying existence.

And maybe not human.

"That's true. These druids are too easy to mislead." "Witt" nodded in agreement.

Druids rarely show off and rarely have high profile. Among them are people dressed by ancient magicians like Witt, some look like scholars, and some look like old farmers.

It's really not uncommon to see it.

"You haven't said, who are you?" Rotweiner became more and more nervous, stood up with four legs, and made a posture ready to attack at any time.

But with her strength, I'm afraid she will hit the stone with her eggs.

"I'm Ganatelo," he said with a smile.

A tremor from the soul swept across Rotweiner's body, and her whole body trembled involuntarily, looking at Garnatero in fear and terror.

There should be many people in this world called Ganatelo. But they are all ignorant people.

A slightly stronger person would not dare to use the name Ganatelo. Because He is the name of the God of Death!!!

"Shh. This is the Forest of Nature. It would be a bad thing if others knew about it." Garnatello stretched out his fingers, gently placed them on his lips, and made a low voice.

Then in a colorful light, Garnero, Rotweiner and Colin lying on the ground disappeared.

The natural magic of the Nature Forest is very powerful, but the divine power of the vampire god that erupted from Colin exists tenaciously.

The vicinity of this magical hut is full of biting chill.

But it won't exist for long.

............

"The head hurts so much." When Colin regained consciousness, the only feeling was that the headache was split, just like the feeling of just waking up after drinking all night.

Colin never got drunk in this life, but occasionally in his previous life.

What a long-lost feeling.

But why do I feel this way?

Colin opened his eyes, but he could not restore his vision. Instead, stars were hovering. It was not until a long time later that Colin's headache was relieved and his vision began to recover.

"You're awake. Colin." After hearing this voice, Colin immediately turned to the right and saw Alex sitting on a square stone.

Unlike before, his cold face was filled with deep haze and his eyebrows were deeply locked.

"What's going on??? I was..." Colin held his head and gradually recalled what happened not long ago.

Finally, he turned his gaze to another person in the room.

"What did you do to me, Lord Witt?" Colin asked with a very bad look.

"Sorry, Colin. I've got you involved in a big trouble." Witt, wearing a pointed hat, smiled bitterly at Colin and shook his head.

Colin instinctively felt that it was very bad, and his hair stood up.

"What the hell is going on?"

Colin asked.

"It's not a good thing anyway." Rottweiler slid down in the corner of the room and returned to the red dragon form, but was small and delicate, looking a little cute, shook his tail.

Colin looked up and looked around.

Three people and one dragon, and there is a hellish scene around it.

Wrong, this may be the underworld.

Their place is a small space, without actual architectural isolation, but possesses some kind of divine power.

With this room as the center, there is an extremely cold and dark environment without any light in all directions.

What came from my ears was the screams of the soul and the shrill wailing sounds.

Colin once read a book.

"The so-called underworld is a place without light and very cold. That kind of coldness is not the coldness in the body, but the coldness of the soul. Because this is the destination of all the souls of intelligent creatures."

"The souls in the underworld are wandering souls who have lost their memories of their lives. Their memories may be sealed, maybe not washed."

"The only thing these pathetic souls can feel is fear. They will scream and wail. If you hear this sound for a long time, it will drive a person crazy."

The author of this book is called [Ganatero], a pseudonym with the same name as the God of Death.

In the past, Colin thought that this environment was the author's imagination, but now it seems that the author may be the God of Death himself, or it may be that this person has actually visited the underworld himself.

This is a very scary, very scary person.

He can enter the underworld with his body and return to the human world safely. Such a person is at least a powerful legend.

"Your guess is right. This is the underworld." Alex sighed rarely, holding his hands in front of his chest, as gloomy as if he was a resentful woman.

Why is he here? He is just here to treat his injuries.

Alex turned his head and looked at Witt, why did this legendary druid from the Forest of Nature, get into such a big trouble?

Colin turned to Alex and said with a wry smile: "I don't want to hear the word "The Underworld". Because the next moment, I may faint."

Colin is not a person without courage.

But all the things he encountered in his life were in the human world. Now it is in the underworld. This is the destination of the dead and the forbidden place for living beings.

This is where death will come in and out.

Of course, the next moment is fainting, and it is a joke that makes people happy in suffering.

"Please explain, Your Excellency Witt." After taking a deep breath, Colin looked at Witt seriously, his tone was not very friendly.

In the last second, he was in the world.

At this second, he was in the underworld.

If Witt hadn't been a super-killed Druid, he would have definitely gone up and beat Witt up.

"It's for my son, Billy." Witt smiled bitterly and said the name that made him dream of.

He lowered his head slightly, very depressed.

Colin's face showed a true expression.

Missing the dead is a pain that most human beings will suffer. Only death can end the longing.
To be continued...