As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

In an instant, Ron felt his scalp tingling.

The Andre family has existed for more than 10,000 years. During this long period of time, how many babies have they abandoned?

When we think about the bones scattered all over the Soul Burial Forest, how many of them are the corpses of these babies?

No wonder babies’ screams and cries can often be heard in the Soul Burial Forest.

For a moment, Ron felt his hands and feet were cold.

Ron knew that the people in the Andre family were not good people, but this was the first time Ron had encountered someone so brutally and cruelly attacking their own people.

Philomena, Hefferson and Patridge also noticed Ron's expression and were a little surprised. Among the four, Ron's realm was the lowest, but his character was definitely the most daring. What did he discover that made Ron show such an expression?

"Ron, what did you find?" Philomena couldn't help but ask, and there was a hint of worry in her big, flickering eyes under the armor.

Ron grinned and spoke out his conjecture: "Do you think these young corpses and those strange infant spirits are... the descendants abandoned by the Andre family over thousands of years?"

When these words were spoken, everyone was stunned and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Not long after, as more and more images came to my mind, the faces became uglier and uglier. I hadn't thought about it in this direction before, but now that Ron reminded me of it, I thought about it a little more and suddenly felt that it was very likely.

Otherwise, why are there so many infant spirits in the Soul Burial Forest?

The yin energy in this place is so strong that even a master of Patridge's level feels his scalp tingling. Moreover, based on Patridge's understanding of the people in the Andre family, those bastards are really capable of doing such a thing.

To put it bluntly, everyone present had blood on their hands.

Philomena has been wandering in the Dusk Continent for nearly a thousand years. Have fewer people died at her hands?

Although Partridge hid from place to place, he would never show mercy when it came to killing.

Not to mention Ron, tens of thousands of people died at Ron's hands in the conflict at Granville Palace.

Heferson could even use the children and pregnant women of the elves as tribute to be the source of all evil.

With their level of strength, they can’t say that they are as cold-hearted as iron, but they can definitely be said to kill without blinking an eye.

But even if it was Patridge, who used the descendants of the Andre family branch to feed the monster, it was not his sons and grandsons who died. Even if it was Heferson, it was not his own sons and daughters who were sacrificed. No one would do such a thing to his blood relatives.

For a moment, there was complete silence all around, and everyone's face looked extremely strange.

In the end, it was Heferson who broke the silence first and spoke slowly: "Even if the Andre family is so cruel, what does it have to do with us?"

"Shouldn't we consider finding the entrance to the Andre family's lair as soon as possible?"

Hearing this, Ron just looked at the infant spirits not far away again: "We are not familiar with the situation in the Soul Burial Forest, but these infant spirits, which one has not lived in the Soul Burial Forest for hundreds or thousands of years? Do you think they know where the Andre family's lair is?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions on the remaining three people's faces instantly became extremely strange.

My goodness, he actually wants to use these infant spirits to find the location of Andre’s family?

Is this possible?

Although these infant spirits have lived here all year round and they must be very familiar with the Soul Burial Forest, isn't it too far-fetched to want to rely on infant spirits?

Not to mention whether these infant spirits are willing to help, these guys are essentially just some resentful spirits. Can they really communicate with us rationally?

In comparison, Ron was exceptionally calm: "Do you have any other good ideas? We are lost here anyway and have no idea where to go. In that case, why not give it a try?"

"Besides, haven't you noticed a problem? How many resentful spirits and ghosts of all kinds have we encountered along the way? If not a thousand, at least eight hundred."

"But whether it's the infant spirit or other resentful spirits, they are just harassing us from a distance, interfering with us, trying to confuse our minds, but no resentful spirit has ever pounced on us directly."

"Is this the same as the vengeful spirit we learned about?"

Ron's words made all three of them fall into deep thought.

Yes, that's right.

Normal vengeful spirits do not have any intelligence at all. They hate any living being and have no way of telling the difference in strength between themselves and their target. Even when facing a powerful practitioner, they will rush forward screaming regardless of everything and try to tear into pieces anything that stands in their way.

This is a normal vengeful spirit.

However, this is obviously not the case in the Soul Burial Forest.

Even those little infant spirits only interfered from a distance, and apart from causing a little impact on their spirits, no other damage was done to them.

And when they tried to eliminate these evil spirits, these things would immediately disappear in the thick fog, and with the help of the natural terrain of the Soul Burial Forest, they would disappear completely.

This behavior is really too abnormal.

"Ron, do you mean that these vengeful spirits are actually intelligent?" Patridge frowned and asked. Although he also felt that this speculation was incredible, it was indeed the most likely inference at present.

Ron sneered: "Perhaps, these ghosts are not intelligent, but above these ghosts, there must be a more powerful one with considerable wisdom that can command all the ghosts."

"Their goal may be to kill us, to kill all living things, but... they may become our partners."

"Everyone, think about this. For these vengeful spirits in the Soul Burial Forest, do they hate us more, or do they hate the relatives who once abandoned them?"

As soon as Ron finished speaking, there was a sudden silence around him. Everyone was stunned and looked at Ron as if he were a monster.

My goodness, Ron is addicted to cooperation, right? No matter what kind of existence it is, he wants to pull it to his side and make it his teammate? It’s okay for just a few of us. Although they were enemies before, they were still normal lives after all. Now he doesn’t even let go of evil spirits.

But on the other hand, I inexplicably felt that what Ron said was very feasible.

The most important reason is that we have now reached a dead end.

They really didn't have any idea how to find the Andre family's lair. If they could really cooperate with this evil spirit, that might be a way out.

"So what do we do next?" Hefferson asked.

"It's very simple. Just follow this baby spirit." Ron stretched his arms and said slowly, "If my guess is correct, the being who controls all the ghosts behind the scenes should have already prepared a grand welcome ceremony for us."

"If he's willing to cooperate, that would be great."

"What if he doesn't want to cooperate?" Philomena flashed her big eyes and turned into a curious baby.

"Then...beat him until he's willing to cooperate."

After he finished speaking, Ron no longer hesitated and walked towards the infant spirit not far away, and the other three followed him.

Just like Ron said, although this plan is ridiculous, they really have no better choice under the current circumstances.

Click, click, click...

The sound of dead branches breaking.

As Ron and the others approached step by step, the scene in front of them gradually became clearer, and the outline of the infant spirit in the gray fog became more and more obvious. Even through the thick fog, a pair of dark red eyes could be clearly seen.

That may be the most obvious part of the infant spirit's body.

When they got close enough, they could see more clearly, and Ron could even see the umbilical cord connected to the baby's belly button.

At this moment, the baby spirit seemed to sense something and quietly raised its little head. Its pair of dark red eyes silently stared at Ron and the others. Its face was pale as if covered with a layer of dust, and it did not have the tenderness that a baby should have.

The lips were bloodless and full of cracks, and then they were seen grinning at Ron and the others, revealing an extremely weird smile, which tore the corners of the mouth and almost extended to the ears.

Even with the temperaments of Ron and his companions, they still felt a little creepy when they saw the baby's strange smile.

The next moment, the baby spirit disappeared.

It's like a wisp of smoke, drifting away with the wind.

At the same time that the infant spirit disappeared, a familiar outline appeared hazily in the thick fog a hundred meters away.

Or the sound of a baby giggling.

"Tsk, it's really scary. If it were those ordinary practitioners, they would probably be scared to death when they saw this scene, right?" Heferson said with a smile. He was not afraid at all. Although the strange appearance of the infant spirit made people feel creepy, that was all. It was just an infant spirit. It was not qualified to make them afraid.

The expressions of several people seemed relatively relaxed. This time they did not give up like before but instead chased after the reappeared infant spirit.

In this way, the infant spirit kept disappearing and reappearing, repeating hundreds of times.

Ron and his companions had no idea where they were. They only felt the jungle around them gradually becoming sparser, while the oppression in the air became more and more intense.

The infant spirit flickered again.

Following the trail of the infant spirit, everyone stepped forward again. The next moment, they felt the scene in front of them suddenly become clear. The original jungle had completely disappeared. There were no fallen leaves and dead branches on the ground, and even the weeds had disappeared. Only piles of white bones were left on the dirty ground. All they could see was pale.

Small head.

Small torso.

Tiny limbs.

The messy bones formed a thick layer on the ground.

Looking around, the vast area of ​​one kilometer radius was completely covered with white bones. It was impossible to count how many lives had died here.

However, the infant spirit that was originally tracking them never appeared again after this disappearance.

What's even more bizarre is that although there is thick fog all around, blocking out the sky and the sun, the fog has no effect on this side at all. This area seems to be getting brighter, and the white bones are becoming more and more obvious.

The four of them looked at each other, smiled knowingly, and then walked forward one by one.

Just when the four of them walked among the bones, something unexpected happened.

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle...

Hahahaha……

Hahahaha!

woo woo woo woo!

In an instant, all kinds of strange noises suddenly spread out from all directions like ripples.

Each voice contained bewitching energy, and even the four of them felt their souls slightly restless. However, Ron and the other three were extremely powerful after all, and their minds were only slightly dazed, and they immediately returned to normal.

Looking around, I found that at some point, hazy figures had appeared around the pile of bones. The figures were stacked one on top of another, so dense that there was no gap at all. There were countless figures, almost completely overlapping each other.

Vengeful spirits, all of them, all of them.

Every vengeful spirit releases a frightening evil spirit.

Many vengeful spirits even maintain their appearance before death, either being skinny and bony, having starved to death, or having their heads chopped off by sharp blades, with blood dripping, or having ferocious faces and twisted limbs.

The dense hordes of vengeful spirits were like countless wild beasts. They roared and howled madly, wriggling their tattered bodies, and approached Ron and the other three little by little.

On the ground, countless infant spirits had already crawled all over it without anyone noticing. Each of them was a little kid, with an innocent little face, flashing creepy smiles at Ron and the other three, and waving their hands constantly, as if they hoped that Ron and the other three would come over and play with them.

"my child……"

"my child……"

"Don't take my child away...Don't take my child away...Don't take my child away..."

A vague sound, like a slowly flowing spring, floated silently into everyone's ears.

Chapter 2 presented