It was still the cliff, and the sound of the roaring waves was still there. Long Yi and Mu Hanyan just sat on the edge of the cliff and looked at the sea below glowing with silver stars. Www,QUAbEn-XIAoShUo,com
At this time, Long Yi was also shocked. He only used his mind to tell Long Er to break out, and did not ask him to cut off the beard of the Archbishop of Light. Maybe he had learned to play tricks after being with him for a long time.
"What kind of monster is that thing of yours?" Mu Hanyan finally couldn't help but ask.
Long Yi shrugged and said with a smile: "I don't know, maybe he is a monster."
"I think he is very similar to you, just as arrogant and funny." Mu Hanyan rolled her eyes at Long Yi. Thinking of Long Er's mechanical overestimation of his abilities, she couldn't help but find it funny, which made her laugh. Ignoring the amazing fact that Long Er is a conscious undead.
Long Yi was lost in thought at this time. To be honest, he didn't want to see Dongfang Kexin become like this, cold and ruthless, with all emotions and desires completely closed. What on earth did Charles, the hypocrite, want to do
Although Dongfang Kexin's strong possessiveness towards him gave him a headache, she was his cousin after all, the precious granddaughter of his grandfather Dongfang Qiming, and he did not want her to become a pawn in the hands of Charles.
At this moment, Long Yi's heart moved, and Mu Hanyan immediately looked at Long Yi and said, "Your precious monster is here, and it's bringing the escaped necromancer with it."
"That big white bird of yours is quite sensitive." Long Yi chuckled.
As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow flashed before his eyes. Long Er stood in front of the two of them holding the terrifying death sickle. Not long after, the figure of the necromancer also appeared on the cliff. He looked at Long Yi and Mu Hanyan from a distance, but his steps were hesitant. He had always thought that Long Er, the conscious undead, had saved him, but there seemed to be someone else who didn't want to save him, and Long Er, whom he thought was the master of the undead world, seemed to be that man's demon servant.
"Xiao Erzi. The guest you brought is a little shy. Go and invite him over." Long Yi said with a faint smile.
"Yes, big brother." Long Er responded mechanically and stepped forward with a click.
The necromancer immediately became frightened and hurried over, saluted the dragon and said respectfully: "The necromancer withered bones thanked him for saving his life."
"Withered bones? Hehe, you're welcome. We all belong to the same lineage, and besides, you don't have a bad heart. In that situation, you didn't kill the little girl. It should be said that you saved yourself." Long Yi chuckled. road. The name of this necromancer is very personal and fits his professional characteristics.
"Master said that there is no distinction between good and evil in the world's cultivation methods. What is divided into good and evil is the human heart." Withered Bones mentioned the master, his tone became a little sad.
Long Yi was suddenly startled, he was worried about Peter's words. I also saw it in Xiugedi's necromancy notes, and couldn't help but ask: "Who is your master?"
Dry Bones shook his head. Said: "I was adopted by my master since I was a child, but he never told me his name, saying that he was afraid of losing the face of my ancestor. He only told me that my ancestor was the great undead man who was famous all over the world hundreds of years ago. Magister Peter. Shuge."
It was indeed Peter. Heir to this lineage of Xiuge. In this way, he can really be regarded as his fellow sect, and he also got his undead magic from Peter. The encyclopedia and notes of necromancy left by Xiuge. And Long Er was created by him.
"What evidence do you have to prove that you are Peter, the descendant of Shuge?" Long half-squinted his eyes. Suddenly, a heavy air of death spread over his body and pressed toward the withered bones.
Mu Hanyan's eyes lit up. He looked at Long Yi with a hint of splendor, his beautiful eyes flashed deeply, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Dry Bones' whole body was shaken. Then a flash of enthusiasm flashed in his eyes again, stronger than when he saw Long Er just now. Can the master's last wish be fulfilled in this young man
"The ancestor only passed down one thing, and that's this." Dry Bones spread out the palm of his left hand, which was really like a dry bone, and only a bloody skull could be seen on his palm. There was a faint red glow, which was almost exactly the same as the bloody skull on Long Yi's hand.
Long Yi also stretched out his left hand. As soon as he spread his palms, the two bloody skulls jumped at the same time, and the red light became even more dazzling.
"Ah... you are..." Dry Bones exclaimed, a little unbelievable. He had never heard of a master accepting a disciple. Moreover, this bloody skeleton only passed down one, and there was no second one at all, but Long Yishou How should we explain the bloody skull on it
"After all, I can be considered Peter. Shuge's disciple. I learned necromancy because I got his notes on necromancy." Long Yi said with a sigh.
"Withered bones, please see our ancestor uncle."
Withered Bones immediately knelt down in front of Long Yi, his tone was choked with sobs, and his shoulders were shaking violently, not sure whether it was because of excitement or something else.
Long Yiyi was startled, Uncle Patriarch? Calculated in terms of seniority, that's right, but I'm just not used to it, and the withered bones look very old.
Long Yi lifted the withered bones up and sighed: "You must have suffered a lot."
Who would have thought that when Long Yi said this, Withered Bones actually knelt down again, hugged Long Yi's thigh and cried loudly. This shocked Long Yi and Mu Hanyan beside him to the point where they looked at each other in bewilderment. An old man hugged his thigh and cried back. What a first time.
Withered Bones cried and told about the miserable life he had lived over the years, and Long Yi also came to a conclusion that surprised him, that is, the "old man" in front of him who was holding his thigh and crying was not even twenty years old. arrive.
The withered bones were abandoned in a valley nineteen years ago, and were picked up and adopted by a passing master, who was then raised as a successor. His master is a moderate leader of the Dark Church. He has followed his master in the Dark Church since he was a child. However, in the Dark Church, the necromancer also exists as a kind of alien, and no one wants to talk to him. No one wants to play with him, but fortunately he still has a master who cares about him.
It’s just that there are unforeseen circumstances, and the life span of the necromancer is not long. Very few can live beyond a hundred years old. The master of Dry Bones turned into ashes at the age of 101, leaving only the legacy of his ancestor to Dry Bones. The bloody skull and several notebooks on necromancy.
Dry Bones received so much cold shoulder in the Dark Church that he left the church due to being somewhat autistic and wandered around the Canglan Continent in hiding. Naturally, he felt lonely and confused. If it weren't for his master's last wish before his death, he would have been supporting him. I'm afraid he can't bear it anymore.
That's why after knowing that Long Yi was his master's uncle, he lost his composure because of his caring words.
After Dry Bones had had enough of venting, Long Yi's thigh was already wet, which made him laugh and cry.
Long Yi pulled the withered bones up and saw that his mask was soaked. Anyway, now that he knew that he was younger than himself, he felt much better psychologically. He took off the withered bones' mask, only to find that his face was not Unlike his hands, which were like withered claws, they were very delicate. Long Yi looked a little shy when he looked at him, completely subverting his previous impression.
"Have your voice and hands always been like this?" Long Yi asked strangely.
"It wasn't like this when I reached the intermediate level of undead magic, but my hands and voice changed once I reached the advanced level." Withered Bones said.
Long Yi was a little surprised, it didn't make sense. Why didn't this happen when he was practicing undead magic, and there were no wind chimes.
"Withered Bones, show me the Book of the Undead that you practiced and your master's notes." Long Yi said with a frown.
"Yes, Uncle Master." Without any hesitation, Dry Bones took out a few books and notes from the space ring and handed them to Long Yi.
Long Yi flipped through it quickly. There was no difference in the intermediate level undead magic, but there were some big discrepancies in the advanced undead magic. Could it be the result of incomplete inheritance.
"Is there any problem? Uncle Master." Kugu asked nervously when Long Yi frowned and shook his head.
"The big problem is that the cultivation methods of your undead magic books are incomplete. I suspect that this is the reason why your voice and your hands become like this." Long Yi said.
"Then...can it be restored?" Dry Bones asked with some hope. Although he practiced undead magic, no one wanted to become such an ugly person.
Long Yi took out Peter from the space ring. Xiuge's encyclopedia of undead magic and his notes were handed to Dry Bones and said: "This is the correct undead magic book and the notes written by your ancestor. Take it and look at it. If you correct the mistakes, you may be able to recover." Normal." Long Yi said.
"Is... is it the Grandmaster's notes? Thank you, Master. Uncle." Gu Gu was shaking with excitement. That was the thing left by the Grandmaster that he and his master most admired. The one who fought against three great magisters and two sword masters. The legendary figure, the god in the eyes of the undead magician who summoned the dark dragon to sweep through thousands of armies.
Long Yi saw Dry Bones' talent for undead magic and reached the level of an undead mage at the age of less than twenty. What he has learned himself is too complicated, and he has no special interest in undead magic. Maybe Peter. Shuge's undead magic will flourish in the hands of withered bones.
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