After killing the evil demon Rita, Zhu Peng's reputation gradually became famous.

He was even praised by the bloodline throne "Aguliba Mele" which was a life-saving thing for his father Zhu Youxi. After taking on the patrol mission of six people in the jurisdiction of the Iron Fist Academy for stability maintenance, Zhu Peng finally collected enough information and planned to do a big vote tonight, but was blocked by Qiu Yuexue Naili.

This beautiful Japanese girl was wearing a black leather jacket like Zhu Peng. She was wearing gloves and holding a violent shotgun in her hands. She walked up to Zhu Peng in the dark night, and she seemed like a blooming flower!

"I knew my brother was a person who likes to do things more than spending money."

"Shennari, the task I chose tonight is too dangerous for you..."

"Brother, I am seventeen years old this year, and I am the age of taking risks." As he said that, Xue Naili suddenly stepped forward and stepped up, exhaling like orchid in Zhu Peng's somewhat surprised eyes. She blushed and gently kissed the lips of the man in front of her. She touched her lightly, but she made an electric shock-like feeling spread between the two. Indeed, she was the age of taking risks.

"I want to... take risks with you brother and do some exciting and interesting things together."

“…………”

Take out a small golden pocket watch from your arms and look at the time. Then Zhu Peng shook his head and walked out of the mansion with Xue Naili. In the pale white light under the night, a strong and strong young man was already standing next to the carriage, wearing his weapon and ready.

The coachman Ma Zhe was attracted by Zhu Peng, and he was also a bold, careful and skillful man. When he saw Zhu Peng appear together with Xue Naili holding a gun, he was obviously stunned.

"Young master, why do the lady also..."

"I don't know why she discovered it. Time is very tight, so let her follow you for the time being." As he spoke, Zhu Peng took Xue Naili into the carriage. At twelve to twenty-eight hours at midnight, Zhu Peng and Xue Naili sneaked in together on the second floor of an underground tavern.

To be honest, Xue Naili's strength is really not inferior to that of Zhu Peng's assistant Ma Zhe. There are courses in gun techniques and practical combat in the academy. Except for ordinary physical skills, Xue Naili's other homework is excellent. She has rich theoretical foundation and delicate and keen insight. However, as a man, Ma Zhe is willing to work hard for money, while Xue Naili strongly wants to participate in the action because of her feelings for Zhu Peng. If she is injured or even killed in battle, it will undoubtedly make her brother unacceptable.

Therefore, he only planned to let her participate in the first half of the operation, and Zhu Peng did not intend to let Xue Naili participate in the most dangerous middle and back part.

Xue Naili took a gun and added a storm to herself. After running for two steps, Zhu Peng held up his hands. She jumped to the second floor as aggressively as the girl with the worst physical skills. When she turned around and wanted to pull Zhu Peng, she found that he was already standing beside her.

"Although you are understandable, I really don't have to worry about me. The biggest difficulty of this mission is not to complete it, but to find it. As long as you find it, there will be nothing next." As he said that, a dark red flame-like fighting spirit burned from Zhu Peng's right hand palm. He pressed it on the glass, and the dirty glass melted away quickly and silently.

Zhu Pengyi easily crawled in with his muscles and bones shrinking, and then carried Xue Naili in.

A fishy smell scented in the dirty air in the room. Zhu Peng glanced around and then covered Xue Naili's mouth next to him as soon as possible. After a while, when Xue Naili's eyes adapted to the darkness in the room and saw the arrangements around him clearly, Zhu Peng could clearly feel that the girl's whole body was frozen. She gasped violently. After a while, she patted the back of her brother's hand and signaled that she would not scream.

Even though Xue Naili accompanied Zhu Peng tonight to find excitement, she was mentally prepared in advance, but when she really saw everything in the room, she could not help but feel disgusting and fear, because the room in front of her was like a shrinking slaughterhouse, with human corpses everywhere, full of blood. Moreover, most of the corpses were babies, children and teenagers. They were extremely cruelly cut into different sizes with flesh-cutting knives, internal organs, facial features, etc., which were classified into different wooden tables around them.

There is a thick layer of skin on all four walls. If this layer of skin appears somewhere else, Seonali can comfort herself that it is the skin of an animal. However, when these strange skins appear in the strange and terrifying room in front of her, where these skins are coming from, they are about to emerge.

Not only that, there are many beautiful girls' heads hanging on the walls on all sides. They are made into antiseptic animal heads and are arranged in the room like decorations, most of which are white and yellow girls, and a small number of black girls' heads.

"Brother, who is... who is so crazy? Which evil black wizard, the necromancer?" Xue Nari held the gun in her hand tightly, and there was a strong anger and fear in her heart that mixed into a strange emotion, which made her have a strong desire to kill.

"It is the Death Eater, a black witchcraft believer similar to the believers of the Abyss. They are superstitious about death, torture and violence. In fact, the orthodox black wizards will not do such things. They will not waste experimental materials at will. The Death Eater is some mortals without mental qualifications. By worshiping black witchcraft, they can obtain some low power. The most important thing is to meet their deformed spiritual needs... They themselves are unwilling to risk their lives, discipline and endure hardships in order to obtain real power, so they fantasize that they have become powerful black wizards by cruel and weak people. In fact, they are just imitating appearances. No black wizard with a normal mental state will even eat corpse meat, drink corpse blood, and engage in inexplicable self-worship." Finally, Zhu Peng made a summary: "A group of disgusting pitiful people."

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In the secret room with excellent sound insulation, the Igna couple is concocting their "prey" for the great owner. It is a cute little girl with beautiful golden wavy hair and fair and smooth skin at the age of fifteen or sixteen. Even though the Igna couple, as the owner of the underground tavern, can hunt with psychedelics from time to time, it is not easy for a beautiful girl like this to succeed.

Most of the Death Eaters attack the weak, dirty and full of diseases. However, such offerings are undoubtedly perfunctory and deception to the great master.

The works of necromancers like the Igners, like the Holy Grail of Bone, like the Book of Human Skin, like the Blood Bathing Robe, and even the Great Masters were amazed by them, and for this they gave them a younger body and a more perfect face. Even when the Master advanced to the highest point, they would also give them a brilliant eternal life.

In the bloody secret room, Igna vented his filth behind the bound beautiful man. Anyway, he would be broken up after all, so of course he would have to make himself happy before breaking it up.

And Igna's wife, the warm and kind red-haired fat aunt who was usually in the underground tavern, was holding a thorny whip, soldering iron, and metal steel needle. She was skillfully using these tools and displaying her skills on the blond curly crying girl.

"Eat...you little bitch, I'll let you eat it."

Cut off the girl's left hand, grilled her wrist with a red soldering iron, and then forced the girl to bite her wrist with terrible torture, and imposed a more cruel punishment if she was not satisfied.

Normally, ordinary people have long collapsed and completely crazy when they suffer such terrible torture. However, the master behind the Ignas really taught them some useful knowledge. They have prepared potions that force people to awaken, and can even use terrible magic to force the victim to supplement the physical energy of the victim, and ultimately make the victim die in the strongest despair and pain, and even their souls are bound to a dead body full of resentment and cannot be reborn.

"It's so cool...hahahaha, it's so cool."

Regarding the behavior of the man Igna, his wife, the short red-haired fat girl, didn't care at all. In the eyes of this madman who had already trapped her soul into the abyss of endless darkness, her husband was just a companion who injected evil energy into the "container". Apart from the master and his brilliant and beautiful future, she didn't care about anything at all.

However, she suddenly saw her husband's face distorted and deformed due to the mix of fear and pleasure. The fat red-haired female man turned around alertly, and was then hit by Zhu Peng with a heavy punch on the ugly face like a wild boar, knocking it out completely.

He suddenly stepped forward and took a step, as if he was shrinking into an inch of the ground. Zhu Peng appeared behind Igna, grabbed the middle-aged man's hair and smashed it on the wall. Igna bounced back to the ground with blood. The next moment, the young man with black hair and black pupils in front of him sneered and blew his lower body. The dirty white and bright red blood spread, and the fierce howling like a beast echoed in the secret room with excellent sound insulation.

"I can guarantee that compared to the torture you will endure next, you will feel that the murders you have performed before are as simple as children playing house... And death is just the beginning of your pain. I will bind your soul and burn it in the flame for a thousand years." The turbid brain caused by the severe pain to make Igna unable to understand the meaning contained in the cold words that the man in front of him spit out immediately.

If he really understands and fully understands his situation, he will definitely kill himself as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, Igna fainted by Zhu Peng's punch next moment. When the white man was awakened by cold water again, he found that he and his ugly wife were tightly tied to the chair, the soldering iron and steel needle were burned red, and the thorny whip was soaked in the salt water. The man with black hair and black eyes in front of Igna was obviously ready.

At twelve to forty-eight minutes at midnight, the moment Igna was awakened by cold water and opened her eyes.

Zhu Peng suddenly took out a revolver and shot his fat wife in front of him. Blood and brains splattered on the white man's cheeks and chest, directly causing him the greatest psychological pressure.

Once a woman, a seemingly weak creature, becomes crazy, her mental toughness is actually more terrifying and powerful than that of ordinary men. The man in front of her knows to enjoy beauty means that he still has a considerable self-consciousness and a realistic spirit of pleasure, and has not been completely immersed in the crazy worship of black witchcraft. The spiritual defense line of this type of Death Eater is relatively better to break through.

Igna's wife was killed with one shot. Because of the "soul trap" spell set in advance, accompanied by a purple light, the soul of the red-haired fat woman was bound into the soul crystal on Zhu Peng's body.

Although it is just a soul that is not at the level, the human soul is stronger and more vivid than the souls of other living bodies of the same level. What's more, this soul contains extremeness and madness, and is entangled by a large number of resentful spirits and evil thoughts and negative energy. For the God-Devouring Master, a professional school with soul witchcraft as the core, this rare "sin soul" is quite valuable.

If it is in a plane world where there are real gods, this woman may be a crazy believer of an evil god, and she can be called a precious soul resource.

He grabbed Igna's collar and pressed Yigu into the burnt and smelly toilet. When he was half full and about to drown, Zhu Peng raised the toilet and asked, "What did you eat this morning?"

"...ah?" Igna gasped violently and was stunned when he heard this question. The next moment, his head was pressed into the toilet again.

A moment later, before he was about to drown, Zhu Peng pulled out his head and continued to ask, "Is the water in the toilet good?"

“Not good to drink.”

"Who was that girl kidnapped by you just now?"

"...uh, it's..." Pu, Igna may be recalling or conceiving a quibble, so he was pushed back into the toilet by the man behind him. Seeing that there was not much water inside, Zhu Peng pressed the flush button, worried that he wouldn't have enough drinks.

After several rounds of this, after confirming that the white man had a lack of oxygen in his brain, he was already confused. Zhu Peng raised him to the toilet, threw him back on the chair, a barbed whip covered with salt water, a red soldering iron and steel needle, mixed the information he wanted to know in other complicated and chaotic questions, and asked questions repeatedly. However, as long as Igner answered a little slower, a red steel needle would penetrate deep into the gap of his nails. If the same question gave different answers, it would be a whip like a storm.

With Zhu Peng's understanding of the human body, he doesn't need any messy medicine, which directly stimulates his potential, allowing Igna to maintain the most mental state, the most sensitive sense of touch, and enjoy the most cruel and terrible punishment.

Midnight, one ten minutes.

Igna's mental defense line, which was almost completely inhuman, was completely broken. Zhu Peng asked what he answered. At this moment, the man's entire mental will was forced to search for his memory under the pressure of torture. At this time, he was really a super-level memory superman. Even the color of underwear he wore when he was eight years old when he was young, he recalled and revealed it to Zhu Peng, although Zhu Peng had no interest in this.

“What time is the Black Mass Rally?”

“…1:28.”

"What is needed to confirm your identity as a Death Eater?"

“…………Fresh…Flesh.”

"What level of wizard is your master at present?"

“……………………”

This time Igna thought for longer than when facing any other problems. Eigna was either not sure, or it was Zhu Peng's problem that reactivated Igna's fear of his master. However, when Zhu Peng frowned slightly, Igna, who was so weak that he had begun to roll his eyes because of his fierce use of his brain and torture, suddenly spoke:

"The master said that he will gain eternal life even if he is one step away... and the great master will also grant eternal life to the most devout believers."

(It is impossible that the fourth level is promoted to the fifth level extraordinary... That level of wizard does not want to deceive mortals into Death Eaters.) Thinking in his heart, Zhu Peng stretched out his hand and pressed it on Igna's head. To be safe, he finally launched the "trajectory of fate". If it was really a demigod class undead black witch who was having a black mass, then this matter would be completely beyond the scope of Zhu Peng's ability to manage. Although he felt it was unlikely to reasonably, he would still take a look at it himself.

As the power in Zhu Peng's palm spread, Igna's head began to make a rattle sound, and finally a bang sound. The man's brain was crushed like a watermelon by Zhu Peng. Under the influence of the spell soul trap, when the faint purple soul was bound to the soul crystal on Zhu Peng's ring, using Igna's brain as a medium, a large number of scattered memories also slid wildly before Zhu Peng's eyes. Of course, because guided by the words, most of the contents contained various pictures and information about the Black Mass Rally:

The dark carriage, the gloomy tomb, the wizard standing up from the throne of bones in a bloody robe, the whispering ghosts around, the delicious corpse communion, and even a skeleton composition that resembles a giant dragon...

"Brother, come and have a look. That girl...she is out of anger."

Xue Naili ran out of the room on the other side, and Zhu Peng frowned and dusted off the brain stained on his hands. Zhu Peng could roughly determine two things from the memory of the dead man:

The necromancer was quite strong;

That necromancer is definitely not as good as a demigod.
Chapter completed!