The primeval forest at night.
Heavy rain poured down.
Outside the tree hole of a giant tree whose bottom had been dug out.
Four dark green trotting horse lanterns were hung on the branches in four directions.
The surface of the lamp was made of human skin.
The impetuous 'ghost fire' was locked inside.
Necromancers liked to use the " Will-O-Wisp " as a substitute for the gem of truth.
There was only one reason-
Poor.
Outside the ghost fire lamp.
The protective barrier made of bone powder and phosphorus ash had long been washed away by the waterfall.
Even though the treehouse still had the "medium negative energy shield" as a backup.
The owner of the house still looked a little uneasy.
Jodley stood at the entrance of the treehouse.
He silently looked into the depths of the forest on a rainy night.
It was as if even the slightest movement of the grass could affect his nerves.
He was tightly holding an extremely thick and ugly staff.
