Global Lords: I Have Information System Chapter 270 - 247: Ghost Soul at 3 A.M., the Mysterious Litt

"Um... Sir..."

"If I were you, I definitely wouldn’t be running around holding this thing."

"This is a resentful spirit doll cursed by an evil spirit; its essence is that of a cursed little resentful spirit."

"It is both the cursed victim and the curse itself."

"Only by unraveling its layers of resentnt can we possibly discover the evil spirit that cast the curse on it."

Tasuya spoke rapidly, switching between the terms resentful spirit and evil spirit, leaving Zong Shen with a headache.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"Let sort this out. You’re saying the doll itself is a cursed victim?"

"It beca a doll because of the evil spirit’s curse?"

"The resentnt was so deep that it turned into a resentful spirit as well?"

"Is that what you an?"

Zong Shen organized his thoughts, grasping so of it, though he still held a few doubts.

Tasuya nodded, confirming Zong Shen’s words were entirely correct.

Then Zong Shen voiced his confusion.

"Why did the evil spirit curse it?"

Tasuya’s answer was straightforward.

"No idea..."

"But this cursed doll probably knows sothing."

"It might be so tragic story from the past."

"Since you said the resentful spirit manifests every night at three a.m., let’s wait for it to appear then."

"Just leave the doll here, there are five or six hours left. You can find a ditation room and rest for a while. We’ll keep an eye on the ti."

"With a mage present, any resentful spirit will behave properly."

Tasuya patted her own chest, making the magic robe vibrate gently.

Zong Shen nodded; it was indeed a good suggestion.

He then turned to Luna and said.

"Luna, accompany ."

"Not out of fear, but there’s a chance we may need to leave the territory."

"I need so highly mobile elite warriors..."

Luna heard his words and gave a warm smile.

"I’ll follow your orders in everything."

She patted the Black Panther’s head, instructing it to wait outside the Magic Hall.

She then went directly inside, standing by Zong Shen’s side.

Zong Shen handed the Cursed Doll to Tasuya for safekeeping.

He casually found a ditation room with Luna, planning to rest until midnight at three.

Outside the ditation room, Tasuya and Aisha watched the scene with so jealousy.

A whiff of lemon-like jealousy lingered in the air.

This cursed doll knows sothing about the secrets of the burial ground, which involves sacrificing hundreds of thousands of creatures to establish this cruel site. It instinctively disgusted Zong Shen a bit.

Feeling his anger, the Demon’s Heart subtly pulsed, seemingly yearning for attention.

Zong Shen glanced at his chest; his Demon Power was entirely composed of two parts.

The main component was the Demon Hunter’s Demon Transformation skill, while the accessory component was the Demon’s Heart’s Demon Power.

Though both are Demon Power, the Demon Hunter’s demonic force differs from the Blood-Burning Demon’s, because the Blood-Burning Demon is an Otherworldly Demon. Apart from the common demon traits, its strength has so unknown Other Dinsion features.

Zong Shen was exploring this himself, and what bothered him most was the Demon’s Heart.

After all, this Demon’s Heart underwent the Spider Web Monster Lord Leopold’s Blood Pool ritual.

A Demon’s Heart combined with the evil ceremony of the Blood Pool could emit a vast amount of demonic nature, plunging the Spider Web Monsters into a magical state.

This Demon’s Heart eventually began to revive a strand of Demon’s Soul due to absorbing the Blood Pool’s strength, posing a significant hidden threat; yet according to strategy tips, Zong Shen ultimately chose to trust the strategy.

The final outco was close to the strategy tip; the Demon’s Heart’s power was rged by the skill, ultimately transford into a new skill effect by the Lord System.

Under the skill law’s constraints, the Demon Will cannot stir up trouble, as the Lord’s Rules equate to this world’s law, enabling billions of lords to mysteriously descend, rendering the Demon Will unable to struggle.

Nevertheless, this remains a hazard, and Zong Shen must find a way to eliminate the Demon Will, or he’ll continually harbored concerns every ti he utilizes Demon Power.

With mixed feelings, Zong Shen and Luna entered the ditation room side-by-side.

Though the ditation room was small, separated from outside by a black cloth, it had no bedding, just a simple ditation mat. The entire room exuded a gentle warm light, fostering tranquility.

If not for the cursed doll sparking Zong Shen’s curiosity to unravel its secret tonight, sleeping on the big bed in the Lord’s cottage would have been far better.

Luna sat in the corner, patted her sleek thigh under the skirt armor, and gestured at Zong Shen.

Zong Shen grinned, leisurely ca to her side, and lay down, resting his head on Luna’s thigh.

The elastic texture made Zong Shen feel as if he were lying on clouds.

With a breath, he detected Luna’s faint fragrance, fostering a sense of warmth and security, inducing him to slowly close his eyes.

Luna softly stroked Zong Shen’s stubbled cheek, her eyes full of affection.

In this atmosphere, Zong Shen soon fell asleep.

Luna leaned against the wall without sleeping, her eyes fixed on the black cloth that concealed the ditation room, lost in thought as these ancient warriors frequently have their worries.

...

Five hours later, Tasuya’s voice sounded from outside the ditation room.

"Sir, wake up!"

"The Power of Curse is waning; the resentful spirit is stirring!"

Her voice was urgent; evidently, the Cursed Doll was undergoing changes.

Luna promptly awakened Zong Shen.

"Sir, wake up."

"That doll is changing."

Zong Shen jolted awake and sprang to his feet.

A faint red indentation marked Luna’s thigh where his head had rested, which made Zong Shen slightly embarrassed.

Though it would fade, Luna had indeed let him rest on her leg all night.

"Let’s go, sir. Let’s check on the doll’s condition."

Luna suggested proactively, and Zong Shen nodded, intrigued.

Concerning such mysterious phenona, his heart was rather curious.

He and Luna left the ditation room, arriving at the center of the Magic Hall.

All the mages were gathered here, eagerly examining the center, none paying Zong Shen any notice.

He had to squeeze in from the side.

It was still not midnight; there were over ten minutes until three.

Yet the Cursed Doll placed on the ground had already begun emitting swirling black mist.

Wisps drift and flicker, perpetually elusive, appearing distinctly bizarre.

Clearly, this was the brewing stage of the change, and everyone patiently waited.

After waiting those ten minutes, as the clock struck three,

The Cursed Doll abruptly spewed black mist like a smoke bomb; the mist hovered instead of dispersing, encircling the center to form a black cocoon.

As the cocoon ford, it rapidly shrank, finally unveiling a roughly six or seven-year-old boy, his face deathly pale and expression wooden.

Zong Shen was surprised to discover that this small head matched the ghostly face previously seen on the doll under moonlight!

The visage was identical, though the details varied greatly in form!