Ghosts are born from souls, but strictly speaking, ghosts do not have a direct relationship with the souls of living things after death. Ghosts can be simply understood as a new life form born from soul energy.

What people often say about becoming ghosts after death is somewhat taken for granted. Regardless of whether it is a human or a monster, under normal circumstances, a ghost that retains the memories and cognition of life will not appear after death.

However, where there is normal there will always be some abnormalities.

Among the ghosts that are transformed directly from the souls of the deceased under abnormal circumstances after the death of living beings, the ghosts of humans and demons are relatively special.

Just like the Faceless Men, which are relatively special ghosts, they are an evolutionary path that only ghosts directly transformed from human souls can have.

Ghosts themselves have no reproductive ability, and most dead souls will evolve into banshees. Among them, a small number of beings with strong gender consciousness will embark on the path of elemental evil spirits.

When the banshee evolves again, the ghost born from the demon's soul may further become a terrifying wailing banshee, and the demon may even classify the wailing banshee as part of the demon clan.

Ghosts born from human souls may evolve into faceless men.

The Faceless Men are a very dangerous group of ghosts that can possess almost any living being.

However, they are different from the Basanimu demons. They cannot sustain the survival of their hosts. Even if they do not actively devour the host's soul, the host's life functions will gradually decline until it turns into a corpse demon that they host.

Once possessed by them, it is almost impossible to remove their possession unless one has a higher soul strength than the Faceless Men.

When certain conditions are met, although its means of attack are relatively limited, the Faceless Man is as deadly as the Howling Banshee.

The reason why people say that necromancers are good at tormenting skeletons and undead is that witches are experts in playing with ghosts.

It is because the witches have summed up a technique, combined with some complex rituals, that they can transform dying people into ghosts through human intervention, and try to subdue these ghosts and cultivate them in the direction of the Faceless Men.

If we must say that humans become ghosts after death, then the Faceless Men can probably be understood as a kind of human ghost.

At this time, outside the hotel, there were seven women who looked like witches besides Tricia.

These witches were arguing with Tabitha, and some guests were lying on the windowsill on the second floor of the hotel. Some of them were marveling at the "Wizard of Oz" outside, while others were just watching the witches and Tabitha arguing.

The atmosphere at the scene was not very good, but there was no tendency towards a life-and-death struggle.

"Mu, you're back! They've gone too far!" Mu Hua's arrival made many people upstairs shout that a good show was about to begin, while Taibesha angrily stepped forward to accuse the witch on the opposite side.

Deman was holding an electric baton like a fat bully security guard, Ikaros was waiting for the fight to start as if he didn't care, and Vivian was licking her lips and staring at the three faceless men floating next to the witch. Her greedy expression almost showed that she wanted to kill and rob.

Well, it's not that Necromancers can't raise Faceless Men. There's even a 'Wall of Sighs' in Undead Magic that uses Faceless Men. It's just that Necromancers can't create human ghosts. But I heard that when the Seventh One travels, some human ghosts always appear near him.

Of course, training a Faceless Man is time-consuming and labor-intensive, and Vivian's eagerness at this moment is probably more about wanting to grab a ready-made one.

The Faceless Ones are very fierce, but it is difficult for them to possess the Necromancer, and their bodies are also not very resistant to attack. . .

"No, young lady, we can provide them with better help and help them recover their mental health faster. You saved them, but you cannot restrict their freedom. They should be able to choose who to go with."

In response to Taibetha's accusation, a witch retorted.

There were seven witches, two of them were middle-aged women in their forties, and five were old women who looked to be at least eighty years old.

When youth passes away, many old witches can maintain a mature and elegant temperament, but at the same time, some of them look like the villain witches in the story.

As for witches who are at a higher level of life than witches, there is no need to mention that style here for the time being.

Among these seven people, there were two witches in the image of witches, who looked cunning and vicious, while Tricia shrugged helplessly at Mu Hua in the distance.

After listening to Taibetha's brief explanation, Mu Hua understood the purpose of these witches.

The slaves rescued by Kunna had been sent to the hotel earlier. The witches brought by Tricia took in the rescued people who needed to be sent home, but at the same time they also asked Tabitha to hand over the rescued people who were homeless.

Perhaps they had no ill will towards those who were rescued, but as Vivian said, witches liked to take those slaves who had been trained as their followers.

Their attitude towards the rescued people is very positive, but witches are not fresh and simple magical girls after all, and their minds are not that simple.

"Tricia, did you call these guys here?" After finding out the reason, Mu Hua ignored the other witches and asked Tricia.

"Well, you don't expect me to send them all home by myself, do you? Don't worry about this Wizard of Oz, it's not harmful, and after this illusion is cancelled, the remaining life dust will nourish the vegetation and trees here." Tricia explained.

"I don't care if it's harmful or not. It's uncomfortable to watch. Remove it immediately." Mu Hua frowned in disgust.

"They don't listen to me. Of course, I'm very happy to see them get beaten." Tricia spread her hands helplessly. She did not stand with the witches. Instead, she was quite interested in encouraging Mu Hua to fight with these witches.

"Ha, little bitch, is this man very strong?" A witch who looked like the aunt next door teased. She looked quite gentle, but the words she used when speaking to Tricia were very bad.

"Tsk, bitch. If I were you, I'd take your people away immediately. You're just like a bunch of petty shrews." Tricia said to the witch with disgust.

"No, these people should also go with us. Even if it's for work, we can introduce them to higher-paying jobs." The witch pointed at the group of people protected by the life puppets and refuted Tricia, but her eyes were meeting Mu Hua's, as if she was explaining to Mu Hua.

"Since they want it, just let them take it away." Ignoring the witch, Mu Hua said to Taibesha.

Standing behind the life puppet are the people who were sent from the cave, but they are homeless.

To be honest, Mu Hua didn't care much about these people. Perhaps he himself didn't realize that ever since he learned how to create magical life, he had a kind of arrogance in his heart, an arrogance that disregarded life.

This indifference does not mean that Mu Hua does not care about the life and death of life, but that he is very indifferent to those with whom he has no friendship.

Even if they were slaves, wouldn't it be better if he wanted to create them himself? Arguing with others for them would make Mu Hua feel that it was a bit troublesome and not worth it.

"No! And they would rather stay here." Taibesha said to Mu Hua.

Mu Hua looked at the people who were protected by the living puppets. As expected, these people were more wary of witches. Compared to a group of strange witches, the noisy hotel seemed to give them more sense of security.

The atmosphere created by the witches is quite intimidating. If Tabitha hadn't been there, they might have been able to comfort these rescued people. Unfortunately, now people are united in hatred of the enemy and are wary of them.

"Where are the others?" Mu Hua turned his head and looked at Tricia.

"They are all with me. They will send those people back to their families later. I didn't expect them to be so troublesome. If you want to beat them up, I can help you." Tricia said to Mu Hua.

"Shut up, little bitch. You should learn to respect your elders." A witch scolded Tricia.

"Ha! Wanna fight?" Tricia raised her fist.

"Don't think you're great just because you have a hunter! Bloody curse!" The witch who was threatened by Tricia raised her hand and threw a curse at Tricia.

"Damn it, old bitch, you're looking for death!" When Tricia saw the curse thrown by the witch, her face immediately turned ferocious, and this curse also made Mu Hua frown.

Bleeding Curse, a low-level curse, has a very general effect, which is to speed up the bleeding rate of the wound.

However, this curse is a bit unfriendly to young women, especially those who are having their period.

It won't cause much damage on the physical level, but if this curse makes your crotch bleed, well, especially when there are many people around, the mental impact should be very serious.

And witches seem to really enjoy throwing this curse at each other...

"Rogue Hunter! Start!" Tricia put on the mecha and there was a burst of whistles and cheers from the second floor of the hotel. There was also a group of people who were watching the fun and were not afraid of getting involved.

Alas~, adventurers, no matter how strong or weak you are, Mu Hua has never seen a fresh one so far.

Several witches hurriedly tried to stop Tricia from fighting with the other witch. It seemed that the wandering witches were not so close to each other. Some were pulling Tricia and the other witch apart, and there were also witches fanning the flames.

In a blink of an eye, it seemed as if the witches were about to fight each other, and the scene was a little weird for a while.

At this time, Mu Hua called the security team.

"Hey, security team? There's a wandering witch causing trouble here. Where? Deman Hotel. What? You don't care? Hey, watch your attitude. Contact the Night Hunter? Fuck!"

Mu Hua hung up the phone. Tricia also stopped calling. A group of witches stared at Mu Hua who was calling the police.

"I don't have Weir's phone number. Do you have it?" Under the strange gazes of everyone, Mu Hua asked Deman.

"666 should be okay, right?" Deman said to Mu Hua. The so-called 666 can be simply understood as an emergency number such as 110 and 911.

"Oh, damn, this number always makes me feel stupid." As he spoke, Mu Hua was about to dial again.

"Damn it, stop it. Don't call the police! Are you still a necromancer?" Tricia gave up fighting with the old woman and stepped forward to stop Mu Hua.

"Nonsense, this is the human world. If anything happens, of course we have to call the police." Mu Hua said as a matter of course.

Unfortunately, Mu Hua's statement did not gain support. Boos came from the direction of the hotel. Except for Deman, even Tabitha looked at him with disgust.

This behavior of suing the teacher when everyone is out to fight is obviously rejected by many people.

"How about, Boss, let me do it? I don't think they dare to fight back here." Mu Hua raised his middle finger in the direction of the hotel, and at this time, Deman came forward with an electric baton.

At this moment, Deman was arrogant and ready to fight alone. He was a settler, the purest one, who had never even been certified as an adventurer.

"..." The witches were silent. They hated people like Mu Hua and Deman.

If this wasn’t the human world, if this wasn’t their private land, the witches said they would definitely pickle the fat man in front of them for the winter!!! (End of this chapter)