This isn't a souls-like game at all.

"Netherworld Stone? Improve meat quality? How is this done?"

"Trumpet mudfish rest in the mud during the day and only come out at night. They are extremely averse to light, and even starlight can affect their mood, causing their meat to become dry and inedible."

"Affect emotions? Fish don't have intelligence or intellect. Where do emotions come from?"

Ye Yiyi was very surprised, and the dung beetle was also listening intently, but Virgil didn't care at all. He chewed the grass in his horse's mouth while walking, and he never stopped chewing all the way.

"Every living thing has emotions, even if they are completely unconscious. However, emotions are still an inherent attribute of life and cannot be deprived. Even fish, even the dead..."

Norsley looked down at the mud on her feet with lifeless eyes and continued in a flat tone.

"This is what my teacher taught me before. She told me that a psychic medium is someone who responds to the emotions of the living.

“The souls of those who have died will return to the earth veins, leaving no trace.

“But the living still walk the earth, their thoughts and emotions for the dead so strong that they become phantoms of the past.

"And my job is to eliminate the phantom, or rather, to respond to that emotion as a priest who communicates between life and death."

Ye Yiyi was stunned when she heard this, and suddenly reacted.

"A response? We were underground before that...?"

"Well, those unknown brave knights are tangled with guilt and regret. They must have failed to fulfill their duties in life, and after death, they transformed into phantoms and wandered around the tower, unwilling to leave for a long time."

Norsley suddenly stopped, as if she had noticed something. She looked back thoughtfully and asked in confusion:

"what happened?"

"Can you feel the emotions of past phantoms?" Ye Yiyi widened his eyes.

"Yes, this is how I, as a medium, communicate between the living and the dead, conveying the remaining emotions in the phantom's heart to the living... What's wrong?"

"Then why didn't you tell me then?"

Norsley tilted her head, looking slightly confused.

"You didn't even ask."

"I……"

Ye Yiyi's face was conflicted and he couldn't help but slap his forehead.

"How would I know that you, a psychic medium, are connected to phantoms from the past?"

"Really? You know about psychics, but you don't know they're related to past apparitions? So what do you know?"

"I only know that a psychic can help me strengthen my incarnation medium!"

"But the medium who has transformed into a physical body can only summon the phantom of the past in the spiritual state?" Norsley looked straight at Ye Yiyi with a confused look.

"Doesn't this prove that past apparitions were related to psychics?"

"Ah this..."

Ye Yi opened his mouth wide and subconsciously took out the Fire Crown Knight Master's incarnation psychic and took a look at it.

The first sentence in the item description on the light screen is:

"A medium incarnated by the phantoms of the past."

Ye Yiyi raised her head belatedly and couldn't help rolling her eyes.

Damn it, I'm not a psychologist, how could I have known this had this meaning?!

"never mind……"

Ye Yiyi shook his head and sighed helplessly.

"I should have known that, but I didn't think about it at the time. It was my mistake. Forget it."

"It's really strange."

Knowlesley looked at him thoughtfully.

"Will someone like you admit your mistakes?"

"What do you think I am?"

Ye Yiyi pursed her lips and said, "Don't use that stereotype of the superior to judge me. I'm not that kind of person."

"But you are an ancient dragon, not a human."

"Is this going to continue? You have to nitpick on the words, right?"

"..."

Norsley nodded expressionlessly and walked forward again.

Ye Yiyi followed for a few steps, and only reacted when his eyes swept over the bamboo poles again.

"Weren't we just talking about trumpet mudfish? Why are we suddenly talking about psychics?

"Uh... But coming to that, how do you know so much about the mudfish?"

"The frogman told me this when we were performing a sacrifice for him earlier."

"Did they tell you how to cook the trumpet mudfish to make it delicious?"

"Yes, you can make fish soup or grilled fish."

"hey-hey!"

Hearing this, Ye Yiyi raised the corners of his mouth.

Soon, she led Ye Yiyi past the wooden huts floating on the water, and finally came to a simple hut supported by stone pillars and standing on the water.

Ye Yiyi floated up to the shed carefully and tested its weight, fearing that she would collapse it.

Norsley went into the shed and packed up various items. Then she walked to the front of the shed, looked at the setting sun, and said:

"It's getting dark soon. It will be troublesome to enter the Deep Depression at night. It's best for us to set off tomorrow."

"Trouble, what trouble?"

Ye Yiyi, who was taking out a Dang Hai Zu to give the dung beetle desensitization electrotherapy, looked up curiously.

The female psychic glanced puzzledly at the dung beetle, which was trembling all over and smoking from its forehead due to the electric arc, and said:

"The terrain of the Deep Depression is rugged, with a huge difference in topography between the outer and central areas. Plus, with the presence of the Nether Stone, entering at night would render even lamps useless. If you encounter wandering resentful spirits in this situation, it would be very troublesome."

"Netherworld Stone..."

Thinking of the stone that could emit black light and block out the surrounding light, Ye Yiyi nodded thoughtfully.

"Then let's wait until tomorrow morning."

"besides."

"what?"

"The trumpetfish don't come out of the swamp until midnight. If you want to eat them, you have to wait until then."

"I didn't realize you were so considerate." Ye Yiyi was a little surprised.

"It's just imitation."

"What?" Ye Yiyi was suddenly stunned.

"This so-called 'considerateness' is just me, the dead, imitating the living poorly."

After saying that, Norsley walked into the shack without looking back.

Ye Yiyi stared at her back in a daze, then looked away and gazed towards the horizon thoughtfully.

"Imitate..."

Time passed, and at midnight, Ye Yiyi woke up from a short sleep.

“There are clouds indeed!”

Looking up at the dark and deep sky where the stars were obscured by clouds, Ye Yiyi stood up from the platform in front of the shack with his wings spread out, feeling the cold wind.

Instead of taking out the lantern, he cast a [Stargazing] spell on himself, then glanced into the dark shack where no sound could be heard.

Norsley lay in the middle of the shack like a dead person, with a thin blanket covering her stomach.

Does this guy even want to imitate the living sleeping?

Ye Yiyi rolled her eyes, then looked at the dung beetle descending from the sky, grinning with her mouth full of sharp teeth.

"Are you ready? Let's go fishing."

Amid the excited flapping of the dung beetle's wings and the confusion of the little fish that caught the key words and stretched out its tentacles from the void, Ye Yiyi floated up into the air and flew towards the swamp in front of him.

As for Virgil, the horse found the mud on the ground too sticky and had already returned to lie down in the void...

Flying over the water surface with bamboo poles standing on it, Ye Yiyi lowered his head and looked around, then his pupils lit up.

As expected, what Norsley said was right. At night, the trumpet fish came out of the swamp and started moving around.

Above the water surface, many trumpets as thick as palms appeared out of thin air.

The trumpet opened and closed, causing a vortex on the water surface, swallowing the surrounding water into the trumpet and then expelling it from the gills below.

The insects or algae that are filtered out are the food of the trumpet mudfish.

He descended silently from the air, his figure completely hidden in the darkness, and the tail of the sword behind him was aimed at one of the horns.

"call out!"

The tail of the sword stabbed out several times like lightning, cutting through the air with a sharp sound.

"Wow~~"

Water splashed, and the surrounding underwater speakers were frightened and disappeared instantly.

"not bad!"

Ye Yiyi lifted up the dragon's tail and looked at the mud fish as big as arms that were strung on the tail sword and were struggling wildly at the moment. His eyes swept across the light curtain that popped up and he couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

Trumpet Mudfish

Item Description: Lives in swamp mud.

A peculiar mudfish with trumpet-shaped mouthparts.

A recipe ingredient.

By adding cooking, you can create special dishes that increase torso sensitivity.

The subhumans living by the swamp know that

Mudfish has delicious meat, but is extremely flexible and difficult for humans to catch.

Therefore, it can be sold at a high price in various countries.

"Five fish, two for soup, three for grilling!"

Ye Yiyi raised his dragon tail and looked at the excited dung beetles and curious little fish.

"Do you two want to eat?"

The dung beetle naturally said yes. After absorbing the Heart of Evolved Life, it had broken free from the shackles of race and could obtain energy from any form of food.

At the same time, it also means: If you eat too much shit, it’s good to change the taste occasionally.

As for the little fish, it also said it wanted it, even though it didn't know what "eating" meant at all. Instead, it wanted to compete with the dung beetle for Ye Yiyi's care and attention.

In order to prevent him from appearing anywhere and at any time and scaring others, Ye Yiyi specifically requested that he not appear when outsiders are around.

Therefore, the unfortunate child stayed in the void for the whole day, and was extremely dissatisfied with the dung beetle that was always hanging on Ye Yiyi's body and was almost inseparable from him.

Why should you be able to hang on to him while I have to stay in the dark room all the time?

So no matter what it is, since the dung beetle wants it, the little fish wants it too!

"Then let's go back and eat!"

Ye Yiyi smiled without noticing and flew back.

When approaching the shed, the accompanying dung beetle seemed to have sensed something and suddenly stopped, looking towards the west with its large horns on its head.

"You said there's someone over there?"

Sensing the message sent by the dung beetle, Ye Yiyi also stopped and looked into the distance with a strange expression.

"At this hour... who would walk through a swamp in the dark, eh?!"