Chapter 171: Night

As Bran applied various testing methods to Jonah, the dead also felt fear. They disappeared one by one, as if they had never appeared before. The whole city seemed more and more empty, only Jonah's hissing sound echoed here.
When the night fell, Bran finally stopped moving. At this time, Jonah was like a tattered buwa, dropped on the ground.
"Please, kill me." He murmured.
But Bran didn't respond, sitting there silently, gradually blending into the night.
Jonah struggled to stand up and tried to get out of here, but only a few steps out he seemed to hit a wall and bounced back. Bran doesn't want to let him go, there are many tests to do, everything has just begun.
As the night darkened, there was a sense of jerky surroundings out of thin air, as if it turned into a swamp, trying to pull the people trapped deep into the earth. Jonah was also affected and sank below the ground, but was soon pulled out by another force.
Bran! A wave of powerlessness covered Jonah's body. If he could do it again, he would never provoke this guy again. He always thought that he was decisive and spicy enough, and his will was strong enough, but now he found that he was just a joke.
In the face of absolute strength, everything is a joke.
He always thought Bran was a very easy person to get along with, and a very easy person to deal with. Bran's indecision is stupid in his opinion. If I had this power, he had fantasized about it again and again. Use this power to change the world, use this power to control this land, to control all the people and all the wealth near and far. He wants to ask everyone!
Now, someone uses this kind of power to ask and ask him. He didn't want this kind of person and this kind of power at first.
Someone came here, slowly but firmly. The torch in his hand burned hard and seemed to go out at any time. The torch is just a ball of orange-red light, and the light and heat it emits is swallowed up a few feet away.
A weird voice sounded, "Bran! I know it's you, no one can go deep here except you."
"Then what are you?" A voice sounded directly in his mind.
"Heh! A loser, an old guy who was let off by you." As the words had reached him near the statue, he brought the torch in front of him, and the fire light illuminates his desolate and vicissitudes of faceHall .
Bran gradually escaped from the night and looked at Hall who was close at hand and sighed, "Why? Irene has been worrying about you. I was here to collect the body for you, but only then did I find out-you are actually Live well."
"You knew I was here?"
"You brought the ring I gave to Ayman, how could I not know?"
Hall raised his hand hesitantly, "You mean, these are more than just accessories?"
Bran smiled, "It was originally a jewellery made by hand, but it was only later discovered that there are other uses. For example, I now know that you rely on it to avoid the attack of the dead."
"These dead have something to do with you?"
"No."
"that?"
"More is the reason for the magic attribute, and the reason here is also related to the magic. Have you found anything?"
"No, the dead will appear during the day and disappear at night. When we first arrived here, there were still sporadic dead wandering at night."
"Leave here, and live in Northland City for a few days first, and meet Irene and meet your people."
"Can I still meet them like this?"
"Let's go, it is no longer suitable for you to stay here."
Hall's eyes reflected the beating firelight, and his tone became eager, "Did you have a discovery?"
"There is a certain kind of magic power here, this kind of magic power is very strange, very strange." Bran explained.
"that's it?"
"Do you believe in the soul?"
"soul?"
Bran threw Jonah in front of Hall. "A scholar, a scholar who has just died. I watched his soul fall from the body, and watched his soul wandering near the body.
Time is still short, so he still retains a certain emotion from his lifetime. But soon he will join the ranks of the dead, and gradually become another person, another existence, a very complete transformation. "