Seeing the ghost engulfed in flames in the distance, the five people were speechless with shock.
However, the Headless Knight did not approach them; its warhorse galloped away into the distance and disappeared from their sight.
The shock in everyone's hearts did not subside as they watched the direction in which the Headless Knight disappeared.
This Instance is acting strangely; it doesn't match the walkthrough at all.
Wasn't it said that the Headless Knight doesn't appear during the day?
The group exchanged glances, Yan Dahai said, "Something's not right. Could there be a problem with the strategy guide we've been looking at?"
"Probably not," Lin Feng said.
"Every strategy guide from the Alliance Guild is verified by multiple parties before being released; there has never been a problem with any of our guides."
Qi Lin thought for a moment and suggested a possibility that everyone could accept.
"I think the strategy guide is probably fine; it's just that previous teams haven't encountered the Headless Knight during the day, which is why they said that."
Qi Lin then looked at everyone and encouraged them, "Don't worry too much, I don't think this is a bad thing."
The Headless Knight's strength is reduced during the day and increased at night.
If it only appears at night, it's difficult for us to deal with, but it also appears during the day, which is actually to our advantage.
After hearing his analysis, everyone felt it made sense, and their unease gradually subsided.
The most important thing now is to find items that can counter the Headless Knight. Once they have both items, they won't have to be afraid of the Headless Knight anymore.
"Let's go into the village first," Yan Dahai said.
"As long as we can successfully impersonate the goddess's messengers, these villagers will be at our disposal, and the props will be readily available."
What follows is the most crucial part.
The five people continued walking, and soon they saw the village.
Ahead lay a cluster of houses, all low, simple mud-brick dwellings.
Many houses are on the verge of collapse and are almost dangerous buildings. Such a poor and backward village is rare in their world.
But in the Netherworld, this is already considered good; at least the villagers are still alive.
Several people entered the village, but couldn't see a single person.
They walked along the road in the middle of the village and arrived at the center of the village.
They soon discovered that they were surrounded.
The villagers quietly emerged from their homes and watched them silently.
The villagers were all emaciated, with a sickly pale complexion.
Because there is very little sunlight in the Netherworld, the growth of crops is restricted, and food is scarce.
Suddenly surrounded, none of them realized anything was wrong, because that's how it was described in the strategy guide.
This village is almost devoid of outsiders, so whenever an outsider appears, the villagers will collectively appear and surround them.
They are very unfriendly unless you share their faith and are extremely Devotion and fanatical.
Looking at the villagers surrounding them, Han Rui took a deep breath and walked to the front.
Now it's her turn to perform.
Whether they can convince these villagers that they are also part of the goddess's kin will determine the outcome of their journey.
Han Rui stepped forward, having already prepared herself emotionally. She cleared her throat, looked at the villagers with vacant eyes, and said...
"I am the messenger of the noble goddess, and you are all her faithful followers. She has sent me to save you!"
The villagers remained silent, but when Han Rui mentioned the goddess, their lifeless eyes instantly brightened, filled with fervor.
Han Rui felt a little nervous seeing the fervor in their eyes.
Because she knew very well that once she was exposed, these villagers would definitely tear her to pieces.
"The goddess is already aware of your Devotion; she will not stand idly by while her faithful followers are afflicted by evil spirits."
Han Rui's tone and eyes were filled with the same fervor as the villagers, perhaps even more intensely.
Because she was the messenger of the goddess, her faith was more Devotion and fervent than that of others.
"He sent me to help you, to rid you of the evil minions of the Lord of the Netherworld, and to deliver you from your peril!"
Praise be to the Goddess, for she is always with us!
Praise the goddess!
After Han Rui finished speaking, the villagers immediately joined in with shouts. Their voices were already hoarse, but that didn't stop them from praising their goddess.
Seeing the madness in the villagers' eyes, Han Rui breathed a sigh of relief; now these people probably believed her.
These villagers seemed to lack reason; they were usually listless, like walking corpses.
But as soon as the goddess is mentioned, they become extremely fanatical, and their remaining rationality is burned away by that fanaticism, making them very easy to deceive.
After the commotion subsided and peace returned, a villager suddenly said,
"Are you really messengers of the goddess? Others have said so before."
Han Rui's heart was pounding; she hadn't expected these villagers to raise such questions.
She quickly came up with a solution, suddenly pointing at the man, her voice angry and frantic.
"How dare you question the goddess's decision! This is blasphemy against the goddess!"
Burn him! Burn this blasphemer!
"I, I'm not..." The villager panicked and hurriedly tried to explain.
But no one gave him a chance to explain. Upon hearing the words "blasphemer," the other villagers instantly lost all reason.
Their eyes turned blood red, and their hearts were filled with endless rage.
This is the most serious and heinous crime!
They must be severely punished!
So the villagers grabbed the man's hands and feet, lifted him above their heads, and no matter how much he struggled, it was to no avail.
The crazed villagers tied the man to a wooden stake and surrounded him with firewood.
The man screamed and cried for help, but the crazed villagers ignored him completely.
Their eyes were filled with excitement and madness; they had only one goal at that moment: to burn this blasphemer!
The villagers lit firewood, and the flames quickly engulfed the man.
The burning pain caused the man to scream in agony, but this only drove the villagers even more mad.
The man's voice faded away; he had been taken by the flames.
A burnt smell permeated the air.
The villagers suddenly rushed into the still-burning fire and, like wild beasts, tore at the man's charred body.
These villagers were actually cannibalizing the man's flesh and blood.
Only in this way can their hatred for blasphemers be dispelled.
Han Rui felt a churning in her stomach, and the others felt the same way.
But thankfully they didn't vomit it up, otherwise it would have been troublesome.
The villagers' frenzy gradually subsided, and the man known as the blasphemer had long since vanished without a trace.
There wasn't even a bone fragment left.
Suppressing her discomfort, Han Rui said, "We need to find the longsword that slew the Headless Knight. Has anyone seen it?"
"My lord, I know, that sword is in my house."
The speaker was an old man whose face was covered in wood ash and whose mouth had some blood on it.
"Okay, take us there."
Han Rui felt disgusted, but she still spoke to the old man.
Now they finally know the whereabouts of the sword, and their plan to impersonate the God's Messengers has succeeded.
Now, this Instance can be said to be halfway complete.
The old man led the way, and they followed him to his house.
It was a low, mud-brick house, almost collapsing, with a small courtyard, but no wall; it was just enclosed by some wooden sticks.
Han Rui and Yan Dahai followed the old man inside, while the other three waited outside.
At this moment, Qi Lin suddenly noticed scorched marks on the ground and couldn't help but feel puzzled.
The marks were very faint; you wouldn't notice them at all without careful observation.
He followed the marks and found that the charred marks resembled a series of footprints.
The trail of footprints stretched out from the old man's house for about one or two hundred meters before disappearing.
Just as he was wondering what was going on, he suddenly heard his companions shouting and hurriedly went back.
"The sword is gone!"
"What happened?" Qi Lin asked hurriedly.
He said it was just here a moment ago, but it seems like it was stolen.
Qi Lin thought of the set of footprints he had just discovered, and suddenly a bold idea came to him.
But that idea filled him with despair.
"No, how could that be? That's ridiculous! They definitely won't remember!"