When Richard entered, he saw that in a room of nearly a hundred square meters, rows of manufactured spell puppets stood in one corner, as neatly as robots. In another corner, there was a pile of bones.
In the third corner, there was an easy chair that the old man Lich used as a bed. In the last corner is a pile of miscellaneous items with various uses.
The functional divisions are very clear... Richard raised his eyebrows and was about to talk to the old man Lich. When he turned around, he saw that the old man Lich had not followed him. Instead, after he entered, he quickly closed the door, fiddled with the latch and iron lock, and sealed the door firmly inside, as if he didn't consider that he would leave after a while.
This... Richard opened his mouth and said helplessly to the old man Lich: "Mr. Ah Fu, don't be so careful, right? Although, I know that Anan does have some quirks and is used to stealing the bones you choose, but you are on guard. In this case, can he still succeed?"
"Click!"
The old man Lich locked the last iron lock and tugged hard on several iron chains tied to the door. Uneasy, he waved his hand and released several more warning spells.
Seeing that the dim light of the warning spell covered the entire door, he turned back and exhaled: "Hey, boy, let me tell you, don't believe it, there is something really evil about recent things. I clearly closed the door before. It must be that the person has never left, but the magic puppets made in my room have lost one for no reason - from sixty-two to sixty-one.
I strongly doubt that it was the skeleton Anan who did it. Although I don’t know how he did it, I must use all my strength to prevent this from happening again. Otherwise, sooner or later, all the magic puppets I created will be stolen. . "
The door was closed tightly, no one left, and it could still be stolen... Richard was a little suspicious, looked at the old man Lich and asked half-jokingly: "Mr. Ah Fu, are you sure you didn't accidentally count it wrong?"
"You think I don't know how to count?" Old Lich's face dropped, and he said unhappily, "Is it possible that I counted a number that's less than one hundred wrong? Humph, boy, you underestimate me too much. Bar?"
"Okay... My question, I apologize."
"Hmph, that's more like it. Tell me, kid, why did you come to me this time? Don't tell me, you are going out again." The old man Lich said, "Although I have said before, you must notify me when you go out. Me. But my original intention is for you to not go out too often, so as not to cause trouble here and implicate me, not just for you to say hello to me."
"Uh, this..."
"What the hell." The old Lich looked at Richard and his expression changed, "Hey, boy, you're not really going to travel far again, are you?"
"indeed."
"I… "
"But Mr. Afu, don't worry too much. I will bring Eden with me this time." Richard explained.
"Take the Garden of Eden with you?" The old man Lich was slightly startled, his expression softened slightly, and he thought for a moment, "So, you and I left together this time? Where to go? Could it be back to Jialan City or Shampa? La town?”
"No, I'm going to a relatively distant place."
"Where exactly?"
"Beihuang."
"Beihuang?" The old Lich was slightly startled after hearing this, and then showed a somewhat complicated expression.
Richard thought that the old man Lich would be a little resistant and did not want to "move". Seeing that the other party's expression was somewhat inconsistent, he blinked and asked: "What, Mr. Afu, do you have some memories of Beihuang?"
"Memory?" The old Lich shook his head slightly and narrowed his eyes. "It's not really a memory, just some vague impressions that were recalled recently. I don't know if it's an illusion. I think I might have been in Beihuang when I was alive. I stayed there for a relatively long time and had more exciting life experiences. Maybe there are relatively important secrets there during my lifetime that can fill the gaps in my brain."
"So, Mr. Afu, do you want to go there to find traces of yourself and try to recover all the memories of your life?"
"This... forget it." The old man Lich shook his head and said unenthusiastically, "I don't know how long it has been since the era I lived in. Even historical records no longer exist. What else can there be? Leave traces? But..."
The old man Lich paused and said: "However, I vaguely remember that in my time, there were many tragic battles in the Northern Wasteland, and there were a large number of bones buried underground in many areas. Among them were many high-level demonized creatures, If there is a chance to dig out the bones of powerful wizards and use them as raw materials to make spell puppets, the effect will be very good."
"So, you don't have any objections to going to Beihuang?"
"What can I say?"
"That's good." Richard nodded, "I'll let you know when we get there after a while."
"OK."
"Now... would you please open the door and let me out?" Finally, Richard stood in front of the door and looked at the old man Lich and said.
The old man Lich opened his mouth and said, "Okay."
He walked to the door with a pout, and started tossing again skillfully.
"Crack-crack-crack-crack!"
"Crack, snap, snap, snap!"
With a "squeak" sound, the door finally opened dozens of seconds later, and Richard walked out.
The old man Lich only said goodbye, closed the door with a bang, and then sealed the door again with a clatter.
After completely returning to his original appearance, the old Lich breathed a sigh of relief, then leaned against the door and slowly said: "Beihuang? Beihuang?"
After saying it twice, the expression on the old Lich's face changed twice.
To be honest, he felt that something very important must have happened in the Northern Wasteland during his lifetime, but he couldn't remember what it was.
"Damn it, you idiot."
The old Lich hammered his head in annoyance, finally shook his head, gave up, and no longer forced himself to remember. He pursed his lips and walked to the magic puppets lined up in the room, stretched out his hand and started counting points one by one.
For him, the memory of the Northern Wilderness and his life was a bit far away. It would be valuable to join forces with Pandora and try to create a replica of the ancient "Floating Tea".
And if you want this to be successful, you must ensure that the spell puppet cannot be lost again.
"one two three… "
The old Lich spoke seriously and kept counting. At the end of the count, his expression became more exciting.
"Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine. Huh? Fifty-nine? Isn't it sixty-two? It was already weird enough that one was missing and it became sixty-one. Now why are there two missing in the blink of an eye? ?”
"Am I really not good at counting? Or am I too old and accidentally counted wrong? Well, count again to confirm." The old man Lich took a deep breath and counted for the second time.
"One, two, three... fifty-six, fifty-seven, fifty-eight... fifty-eight! Another... one less?!" The old lich felt his tongue was a little knotted.
Even though he possesses powerful extraordinary strength, he has never been afraid of angels in the Shambhala uranium mine, but now he can't help but shrink his neck a little, feeling a cold air coming up from the soles of his feet and up his spine.
There can't really be a ghost, right
No, absolutely not... The old man Lich's voice was trembling a little, and he forced it to stabilize, counting for the third time.
"One, two, three... fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven... five... fifty-seven?! Ah! Fifty-seven!"
"Snapped!"
With a sound, the old Lich clapped his hands on his head, and then firmly grabbed the sparse, gray hair like dry grass on his head, with a collapsed face and frightened eyes.
It’s really a hell!