Ghost's body was shrouded in a deadly black mist. The poison climbed onto Rita's body little by little, corroding his silver armor, and the dagger that emitted cold light.
Mouse was holding it.
As soon as Rita turned around, he saw a pale and thin young woman staring at him. Her eyes were dull and black.
Beside his waist, there was a small skeleton with a round head and a dagger in his hand.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
Rita raised his hand, the two of them were overturned.
"If I hadn't been attracted by Francis, how could I not notice them?"
Holding the dagger, he pulled it out with all his might.
The black poison immediately went into the wound, and the pain made Rita unable to speak for a long time.
The sneak-attack plan this time had perfectly hurt Rita badly.
Francis didn't wait for him to have a rest. He rode the skeleton warhorse and rushed to Rita. The horse's hooves trampled on the ground, making a loud sound like a drum.
"Damn it!"