There's a big problem with dreams in this world.

Now that she had already studied the function of the Lucky Coin, her next step was naturally to study the effect of the Weeping Mask on her face.

The moment she put the mask on, a faint sobbing sound surrounded Lu Qing's ears. At the same time, a hazy mist rose from the ground and swirled around her body.

Lu Qing felt an inexplicable urge to cry, but she had no idea why she was crying or what she was crying about.

A single, glistening tear silently slid down Lu Qing's cheek. She controlled her emotions and began testing the abilities of the Weeping Mask.

With a thought, in the direction Lu Qing was pointing, a skeleton soldier wearing jet-black, rotten armor and wielding a dark gray bone spear crawled out from the gray mist rising from the ground.

"Is it a summoning?" Lu Qing wondered with some interest.

After experimenting for a while, Lu Qing quickly figured out the abilities of the skeletons she summoned. First, she could freely control the skeleton soldiers she summoned to move and attack enemies.

However, the skeleton soldiers themselves are not very strong in combat, probably only at the white level, and they have low intelligence, making it difficult for them to understand the meaning of Lu Qing's words.

Fortunately, she could summon more than just a skeleton soldier. With a thought, another skeleton soldier appeared in front of Lu Qing.

It seems that as long as she has enough spiritual power, she can summon an unlimited number of skeleton soldiers. Judging from the feeling of spiritual power consumption, she can probably summon about fifteen skeleton soldiers at the same time.

In addition, Lu Qing thought of something and instantly strengthened the connection between herself and a certain skeleton soldier. As if she were being attracted by a magnet, she quickly flew towards the skeleton soldier whose connection had been strengthened.

"Hmm, very good..." Just as she was about to knock over the skeleton soldier, Lu Qing restored the connection to normal and stopped steadily beside the skeleton soldier.

This move reminded her of the golden crispy chicken in a game from her past life, so she inexplicably became a little excited.

But upon closer inspection, this tactic doesn't seem very useful, because her movement with the skeleton soldier is in a straight line, and she might even bump into something along the way...

Even something is a way of using something. Things that seem useless now might come in handy someday in the future.

That's what Lu Qing thought.

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Chapter 586: Charles's Return

Lu Qing waved her hand, recalling all the summoned skeleton soldiers. Then she closed her eyes and began to communicate with an even more powerful being within the mask.

She could sense that, in addition to the skeleton soldiers, she could summon an even more powerful being.

A massive gray-black mist surged beneath Lu Qing's feet. The next moment, accompanied by a familiar roar, a giant wielding a huge double-headed axe and clad in fire-infused black steel armor appeared beneath her.

Lu Qing was standing on the shoulder of the black mist giant. A special gravity held her firmly in place on the giant's shoulder armor, preventing her from losing her balance due to the giant's movements.

"It can actually summon him..." Lu Qing said with some surprise, looking at the black mist giant beneath her.

According to the previous diary entry, this black mist giant was transformed from the king, and is the most powerful being that the queen transformed into after becoming a vengeful spirit.

His combat ability was indeed very strong. He severely injured Lu Qing without her knowing anything about him. If it weren't for the [Emergency Recovery] skill, Lu Qing would probably still be lying in bed recovering.

"Uh......"

A look of pain flashed across Lu Qing's face. Suddenly, she felt a throbbing in her head. The faint sobbing that had been audible since she put on the mask became even more piercing.

"Is this the price to pay for using the Mask of the Lamenter?" Lu Qing wondered.

Both the Insect Hunter Mask and the Guardian Mask require a certain amount of mental energy to use. Only as the mask's development level increases will the mental energy consumption decrease.

However, after using the Mask of the Lamenter, Lu Qing discovered that the mask did not consume her spiritual power, and the ability to summon skeleton soldiers using the mask only consumed her spiritual power.

So the question is, what exactly does the Mask of the Lamenter consume?

Lu Qing wasn't able to answer the question very clearly either, but the crying that had been ringing in her ears ever since she put on the mask would always unconsciously affect her emotions.

According to the game's description, the price of using the Mask of the Lamenter is probably that the longer it is used, the easier it is to fall into madness.

Thinking this, Lu Qing dispelled the black mist giant beneath her and reached out to remove the Weeping Mask, hanging it next to the Guardian Mask.

She glanced at Yeggs's situation and saw that he seemed to need to study for a while longer, so she found a comfortable position to sit down and adjusted her state through meditation.

After meditating for about five minutes, Lu Qing reopened her eyes and took the Insect Hunter Mask out of her bosom.

“Ling, infuse your soul into this mask,” she said, looking at Ling.

The development level of the Insect Hunter Mask has reached 69%. She still has 1500 souls, which is more than enough to push it to 100% development level. There are even a lot of souls left that can be injected into the Weeping Mask.

However, this soul was originally obtained by defeating the Queen's vengeful spirit, and then injected into the Weeping Mask... What should this be considered?

No, if we really think about it that way, then injecting the soul obtained from the Queen's resentful spirit into the Insect Hunter Mask would be considered awesome...

"Hiss..." Lu Qing couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine and quickly shook off the jumbled thoughts in her mind.

[Insect Hunter Mask]

[A shocking experiment, an unspeakable encounter—the insect hunter's lifelong search finally yields a glimpse.]

Development progress: 100%

[Hunter's Grip: A Voidwalker who returns from the shadows, capable of devouring magical effects cast upon themselves, even curses.]

Seeing that the development level of the Insect Hunter Mask had reached 100%, Lu Qing quickly checked the number of souls she had left.

[Soul: 755]

It consumed about 800 soul points, which feels like more than I expected...

Thinking this, Lu Qing's world gradually darkened. Before entering Charles's memory world, Lu Qing suddenly remembered something and said to Ling, "If Yeggs looks for me during this time, please ask him to wait a little longer."

As soon as she finished speaking, without waiting for Ling's reply, Lu Qing completely entered Charles's world of memories.

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Chapter 587: Returning to the City

"call......."

Charles exhaled a long breath of warm air, his snow-white brows furrowing slightly, before wrapping his coat around the baby girl.

The blizzard was so intense that walking around here consumed a lot of heat every moment. Charles didn't know how long the baby girl had been lying in the snow, but just in case, he took off his coat.

Charles looked at the slope in front of him. The angle of inclination wasn't very steep, but in such bad weather, if he tried to walk on it, he would likely be blown down by the fierce wind.

There might be hidden ice beneath the snow; a slip could have extremely serious consequences. However...

The howling snow suddenly stopped, and within a ten-meter radius of Charles, the snowflakes calmed down. This was a blessing from the sacred tree that Charles called "The Enlightened One," which could control the weather to a certain extent.

As long as there weren't the constant gales, with Charles's years of experience hiking in the wild and his physical fitness, climbing up that slope wouldn't have been difficult.

Thinking this, Charles crouched down slightly, shifting his weight to his lower body, and then carefully climbed up the slope step by step. He was holding the baby girl in his arms. If he were to slip and fall down, he himself would probably be fine, but what would happen to the fragile baby was another matter.

If he wanted to be on the safe side, he would have chosen to bypass the slope and go up from somewhere else, but with the fate of the carriage owner still unknown at the top of the slope, he had no choice but to take a slightly risky approach.

After walking for about five minutes, Charles finally climbed up the slope, and the smell of blood in the air became even stronger.

The wrecked carriage lay in the snow, its glaring red stains staining the ground. Charles noticed drag marks; if he followed them, he might be able to catch up with the creature that attacked the carriage.

But what's the point of chasing after them? Judging from the traces at the scene, the owner of the attacked carriage was definitely dead. Perhaps he pushed the baby girl down the slope because he knew he couldn't survive.

If I hadn't happened to be passing by, this baby girl would have frozen to death in the cold snow.

Thinking of this, Charles checked the baby girl's condition again, but after looking at her, his expression suddenly changed.

The baby girl seems to be sick!

There's no time to chase after that creature now. Charles has to find a way to get back to a populated area as quickly as possible and find an experienced and reliable doctor.

Charles knew where to find a reliable doctor; the only problem was how to get back to the city quickly.

Recalling the way back, Charles began to walk towards the trade route he remembered. If he could find the trade route, he could follow it back to the city.

It wasn't far from the trade route, just a little off-center. Less than three minutes later, the trade route, which had been hidden by the blizzard, came into Charles's view.

After roughly determining the direction, Charles headed south. Before long, a slightly dilapidated road sign appeared in the distance.

Upon seeing the road sign, Charles's anxiety lessened considerably, because the road ahead was one he knew well.

Charles took out a broken piece of wood he had collected from the wreckage of the wagon and made some simple repairs to it with his hunting knife.

He hollowed out part of the wooden board to make it easier for him to stand in the center, and then shaved off some of the sharp edges that would affect his balance and sliding speed.

To get there, one has to take a long detour down the main trade route, and Charles has no intention of sticking to the main route at this moment.

As is well known, the road that humans are most familiar with is the road home. Therefore, Charles is far more familiar with this route than with other places. He knows how to get back as quickly as possible.

Holding the baby girl tightly in his arms, Charles stood on a makeshift skateboard and gently pushed it across the snow with his hands.

"rustle......."

The skateboard tilts slightly forward, and when it encounters a downhill slope, it uses gravity to accelerate downwards.

The howling snow wind whipped against Charles's face. He seemed to be doing this before, skillfully maneuvering his skateboard toward the distant city of Fremures.

With the guards at the city gate looking completely used to it, Charles slowly came to a stop at the city gate.

"You still dare to use your skateboard in this heavy snow? Aren't you afraid of getting into an accident?" the guard said to Charles as he walked towards him, but as soon as he finished speaking, he sensed something was wrong.

"Why aren't you even wearing your cotton-padded coat properly? What's that in your arms?"

"Stop asking so many questions, I need to find a doctor first," Charles said irritably to the guard, glancing at the baby girl in his arms.