The five adventurers appeared on the skeleton plain.
In front of them stood a rotten corpse in a black cloak. His face was fair and his figure was slender. It was difficult to find out his level at a glance.
"Is there a reward of 500 gold coins for such a thin bamboo pole?"
"I don't even need your help. If I stab him directly, he will be broken into a pile of meat!"
"Let me do it!"
With the wand in her hand, the ghost as an assistant stood out and began to recite the attacking magic.
This was one of the few attacking magic she had learned. It was not very powerful, but it had a very wide range. It was usually used to clean up grunt fish, and this time, it was used on a small rotten corpse.
She thought it was a waste of her talent.
But he worth 500 gold coins!
However, before she finished, the corpse turned around and ran away. His black cloak was blown up by the wind, and his back was like a crow running on the land.
"Follow him. Don't let him run away!"