Zhu Peng got the information and materials he wanted from the Death Eater Igner and his wife, but the poor girl with blonde curly hair died.

Her face seemed very peaceful at the moment of her death, perhaps because of the ease of torture, or because of the murderer's shrill crying in his ears. The man in black leather squatted beside the girl, opened his eyelids to observe his eyeballs, pressed the girl's carotid artery for a moment, and then shook his head.

"I'm brain dead. It should be that I was forced to take the soul-binding potion added to the zombie grass. The untreated zombie grass will stimulate life potential, forcibly boost her spirit, and make the pain of the subject unable to numb... This kind of damage is irreversible for ordinary people. Once we are rescued, the tense nerve in our brain relaxes and the body will collapse completely." Zhu Peng took off the crystal buckle containing Igna's soul in the black iron ring on his left middle finger and filled it with another one.

Then he cast a "soul trap" spell on the body of the corpse of the golden curly girl. The next moment, the man's left five fingers popped out like a sharp nail blade, and used a black tiger's heart-wrenching technique.

Puchi! Xue Naili, who was standing beside him, saw Zhu Peng's hand digging into the left heart of the girl in front of him, and then spun it out like lightning, and a slightly wriggling heart appeared on his hand.

The corpse of the golden curly hair shook a few times. The next moment, a light purple mist slowly merged into Zhu Peng's left ring bit by bit. In the soul crystal stone, the girl's soul was burning faintly like a flame. Zhu Peng used the soul trap to forcibly break the effect of the soul-binding potion.

"Find a good church and let the clergy pray for her every day to relieve her resentment, hoping to be reborn and return to the eternal Styx soon." Zhu Peng took the soul crystal off the ring and handed it to Xue Naili, who had a little redness in his eyes. As for the heart, he took it a little bit and put it in a heat-insulated food box in the corner. This was obviously one of the containers for the Ignas and his wife to store their works, and it still needs to be borrowed overnight.

"Shennari, give me your gun...Shennari!?"

Looking back, Zhu Peng saw his girl still holding the soul crystal in a daze. A girl from the flower season died in front of her. For Xue Nari, who was just seventeen years old, this impact was a bit greater.

"...Blue sky, green lawn, white walls, red roof...beef stewed potatoes made by grandma, family portraits painted by younger brother little Jack, family members gave her gifts when she was alive... There was clearly a happy family, and this girl was still talking about these things when she was about to die. She thought she could go back to see her family alive, and she did nothing wrong... Brother, why did she encounter such misfortune?" Xue Naili's question made Zhu Peng feel a little confused about how to answer. After a moment of silence, he turned his head and looked at the clock in the room.

It was 1:20 in the middle of the night, and there was not much time left before the Black Mass was admitted at twenty-eight minutes.

"Snow Nari... You can remember this scene in your heart as the driving force for your future progress and reflection, but the energy of your body and mind is limited. At least at this time, don't consume this limited energy in meaningless sadness and self-question." As he said that, Zhu Peng took the violent shotgun in Xue Nari's hand two steps and then applied the fat of the corpse on it. He did not let go of the revolver and dagger on his body, and all of them were coated with a layer of corpse oil as an isolation layer.

"Take the phone away first, and the carriage that picked up the Igna and his wife to attend the Black Mass may have been subjected to necromancer spells, and anything with a strong magnetic field will be easily detected." Zhu Peng gave the order while working.

Xue Naili wiped away the tears from her cheeks, then took out her phone and put it aside. At this time, Zhu Peng dismantled the bodies of the Igna couple at a very fast speed in a very short time:

Although he knew that anatomy was a skill that any system wizard must be mastered by any wizard, but for the first time, Zhu Peng dismantled two dead bodies and put them into categories and arranged them in a variety of categories, Xue Naili still felt a little scared and could not help for a while.

Although, her grades in the anatomy class in the college were actually quite good.

Fortunately, Zhu Peng is still very efficient even if he does it himself. His ten fingers are the sharpest knife and the most flexible pliers. With the dark red blood-killing technique fighting spirit, the sharp claws are blessed. To tear the corpse is as easy as cutting butter for Zhu Peng.

At 1:25 midnight, Zhu Peng and Xue Naili held some food boxes in their hands. They stood at the foggy intersection at the entrance of the underground tavern, waiting for the arrival of the dark carriage in Igna's mouth.

"...Brother, am I acting badly? I can't help at all?" During the wait, Yukinari suddenly asked this in a low voice.

"It's already good. After all, you have received professional training from the college. If that kid Mazhe came in with me just now, he would probably not be as self-controlled and quiet as you. Letting that rough man fight and kill people, and let him watch me quietly dismantle the human body, it might be more difficult. That guy seems calm, but in fact he is very shady, especially the more his emotions fluctuate, the more he is." Zhu Peng comforted Xue Naili. Although he didn't help much, he did not cause any trouble. Now he is helping with things, so there is no higher requirement.

"...Brother, are you not afraid at all, you will not be sad and hesitate at all, and are affected by these emotions?"

"...It's not completely impossible, but I'm used to it. Before every competition or handling something, I'll meditate and set a psychological hint for myself. Then in the next eight to twelve hours, I can clearly record what I've experienced, but in this process, I won't be affected by emotions, and everything will be handled in a relatively rational state. In fact, after I go back, I will be sad, sad, and occasionally I will blame myself for being upset. These are resources to train my soul. However, when I do things, because of the psychological hints set in advance, I will not be controlled by them."

"It sounds amazing."

"A very simple technique of mind learning, but if you want to be truly stable and solidified, it is best to start practicing from a young age. After reaching the fairyland of the Alchemy Taoist, the artistic conception of long-term cultivation will be basically solidified. For some illusions and spiritual impacts, the chance of passing negative spells will detection will be relatively high."

By this time the two of them spoke, it was already 1:28:00.

A painted black carriage pulled by two large brown horses broke through the thick fog and ran out. It spread a hidden but powerful aura of the dead. It was also because of this aura that the carriage could safely shuttle through the "hundred ghosts' night walk" wizard city.

In the distribution of power in the dark world, the necromancer is one of the most powerful people, a group of people with great face. Even the arrogant blood clan or the violent werewolf will not attack those difficult bone frames when there is enough food, and they are not easy to mess with.

Powerful summoning techniques, terrifying undead curse, and even relatively weak negative energy spells: corpse explosion, bone spear, bone injustice, withering techniques, and one finger of death, these are all famous and powerful, weaker blood clans and tribes that cannot afford to provoke any undead black witch.

The hearse of the deceased stopped in front of Zhu Peng and Xue Naili, who were covered with black robe. Because of their own alienated roots and bones, even in the dark and thick fog, Zhu Peng could still clearly see the dark red eyes of the brown horse pulling the carriage. Under the cover of the fur, it was extremely fine needle and thread stitched. The inside of the seemingly strong and powerful body was an ugly body made of countless corpses, including humans, messy animals, and various hybrids, completely ignoring the rejection reaction of normal life. Under the magic of the necromancer, they formed a brand new "life body".

In many plane worlds, necromancers are considered to be the most blasphemous evil, and are unbearable rebuttals and doubts that the "God Creation Theory" has. Although the so-called God Creator is originally the biggest lie in the universe.

In fact, this causal relationship is more accurate in the other way. Without humans, how can there be gods?

A bloody heart was simply wrapped in silk cloth from the left sleeve and threw it to the strong coachman who wrapped himself in thick black robe like Zhu Peng and Xue Naili. The other party reached out to take it, then directly tore the silk cloth and tilted his head to swallow his heart. In that shocking glance, Zhu Peng saw a terrifying face covered with various needles and threads. Because he was not covered with fur like a horse, this face could really scare the timid people to death in the dark.

After delivering the "fare", Zhu Peng and Xue Naili got on the carriage in large and small bags. There were no other Death Eaters in the carriage. The air in the sealed carriage was turbid and dark. It would not take long for ordinary people to completely lose their direction when they sat in such a carriage. In addition, this Death Eater did not reach the destination directly, but wandered around the city for a while. So even if any Death Eater repented and wanted to offer the Black Mass gathering place, it was impossible, because they didn't know where the real gathering place was.

In the darkness, it may take ten minutes or half an hour. Xue Nari couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Brother, how did you find the Ignas?"

"You mean to find out they are Death Eaters?"

"Well, I actually had no clues at the beginning, but I just found a good business tavern in the area where the population is most frequently missing. Places like underground taverns have always been a place where news gatherings are mixed. I went there for a while, and then found blood that had not been cleaned up in the fingers of the fat female boss. Moreover, although the Ignas looked cheerful and enthusiastic on the surface, there were bloodshots in their eyes that had been staying up late for a long time... The bloodstains may be left by the animals slaughtered during cooking, and the bloodshots in their eyes may also be occupational diseases for running a tavern, but once I had doubts in my heart, as I observed, I felt a little bit of the black wizard meaning on the couple: the kind of high-ranking spiritual will that treats others like pigs and dogs." At this time, Zhu Peng paused a little for sorting out his thoughts, and then continued to speak:

"In order to prevent myself from being suspicious of a dark ghost, I walked around the tavern twice. They did very carefully, and the sound insulation of the secret room was very good. As the tavern owner who worked at night and rested during the day, it was reasonable to cover the bedroom window with thick curtains... But just like a crematorium or a cemetery would make people feel uncomfortable instinctively, too many people died in a place, especially those who were abused and tragic. Dark energy particles would naturally gather, and I was quite sensitive in this regard, so I had this job tonight.

However, even I didn't expect that they had done this. I thought at most I found a pair of dark servants, but I didn't expect that they were Death Eaters of the Dead Witch, and they were at the level of faith." As he said, Zhu Peng said to Xue Naili, who was a little unwilling to say:

"Tonight's action is too advanced for you. Let's take a good rest for two days after you go home tomorrow to calm down."

In the darkness, Akiyue Yuki Nari shook her head.

"I'm fine. I've been wandering with my mother for so long and have seen many tragic things in the process. But I can't understand why there are people like the Death Eater... Could it be that I have completely forgotten my position as a human being because I was bewitched by the black wizard?" It's not because of fighting, hatred, or any other reason, just to satisfy my own spiritual needs, and it's just a little chilling.

“…because, it’s not a temptation.”

"Um!?"

At this moment, the carriage stopped, and after a moment the door opened, another Death Eater in a black robe got on the car, and the outsider also swallowed Zhu Peng's next words.

The Necromancer Black Witch calls on the Death Eaters to establish a Black Mass, and finally even form the belief in evil gods. This is a very common cult sect in the multiverse. However, this Necromancer does not rely on any deceptive spells or simple brainwashing tricks.

But the Necrotic Black Witches series really have unique features beyond other wizard schools... For example, they can rebirth the broken limbs, restore the subject to youth, cure terminal illness, and even resurrect the dead. They are not resurrected as zombies, but are truly and completely resurrected.

They can even break the innate restrictions and make mortals who have no mental qualifications become wizards.

Because it is really not a scam, countless ordinary people and even those with extremely talented are immersed in it. Perhaps there is a huge price to pay in the process, such as the classic "restoring youth" in the necromancer witchcraft.

From the middle age to the old age, human skin gradually loses its brilliance and has long wrinkles. The strength, speed, physical strength and even mental strength have begun to fade. Even if you are successful in your career and rich in wealth, you have lost your youth, and even the most beautiful girl is powerless.

As people grow old, they will gradually lose all their happiness.

However, becoming a Death Eater can restore your youth. Although it is short-lived, it is true. You just need to use your direct blood relatives as the recovery nutrient. This is about a 100-to-one conversion ratio:

If you kill your son who can live for a hundred years, you can recover from a whole year of youth.

In the plane where necrotic witchcraft is prevalent, there have been terrifying cases of extremely greedy old men turning into human demons and devouring hundreds or thousands of children and grandchildren. The older they are, the more greedy they are. Once such a taboo door is opened, they can't stop at all.

Many legendary powerful men who were famous in their youth chose to fall into depravity in their later years because of fear of aging and death. They had the mental calculation but no intention, and their own abilities and experience advantages, once they began to devour their blood relatives, the chances of destroying the whole family were quite high, and even those unknown illegitimate children hidden among the people would be caught out.

And the more you devour the direct blood relatives, the higher the degree of contamination of your own bloodline. It is impossible to create a man while devouring your blood relatives to restore your youth, so as to stay young forever before death. The lower the level of your life, the faster the bloodline is contaminated. In the end, people become completely mad, and their eyes like wild beasts are red to devour all living people. The final outcome is only to be destroyed, and they are captured by countless resentful souls and dragged into the deepest part of the Styx River, and nothing will be left behind.

For example, the classic meditation technique of the Death Eater, is also an example of the special example of the qualitative changes derived from quantitative change in the Necrotic system.

Even a mortal who has no mental qualifications can practice the magic of gathering spirits and constantly sacrifice blood like the Igna couple. At the beginning, the evil energy in the body is enhanced, and in the middle stage, it can gradually start to cast extremely weak necromancers. When it reaches the final stage, there have been five death eaters in history who have broken through their innate restrictions with the magic of gathering spirits and promoted to formal wizards.

Moreover, none of these five demons like the undead saints had the final achievement of lower than the legend, one of them even achieved extraordinaryness, and the two achieved demigods... The ratio of Death Eaters forcibly breaking through with the magical spirit gathering technique is about 100 million to 100 million. Among the 100 million Death Eaters, one can complete the breakthrough, and 95% of the others died in the middle of the journey, and the remaining four% died in the process of breaking through.

The essence of the spirit gathering magic is to allow countless resentful souls killed by themselves to attach themselves to themselves, use their mental power to increase their evil power, cast spells, strengthen their power, and ultimately transform them into their own mental power to complete a breakthrough.

Every saint of the Dead will bear at least a million resentful souls. Then, with your own will, you will make these undead who are purely hating you give up their hatred for you, and even transform them into your help, and finally become the source of your spiritual power... This tm is many times more difficult than breaking through the Dan realm. Therefore, the wizard history has been in the endless vast planes, and hundreds of millions of sentient beings, and five saints have emerged.

But, regardless of how difficult and terrifying the process is, at least the Necromancer Black Witch is not a scam.

The promises they make to the Death Eaters can be fulfilled, but whether you can do this, what price you have to pay, and what level you can do, is your own business.

It’s like a woman’s love for her life is dead. A necromancer appears in front of the woman and tells her that she can resurrect her husband and son, but the process is full of thorns and difficulties. Do you go and do it?

This classic routine is analyzed as a case in the textbooks of the Necromancer. First, you have to find a smart, strong and unreasonable woman, and then create an accident to let her husband and son die in front of her... Finally, the wizard completed the experiment, collected the materials, hid behind the scenes and retired, while the poor woman died under the sword of the brave instead of the wizard, and she had to bear thousands of years of disgust and infamy.

The routines of necromancers are almost smoking. Ordinary necromancers cannot pass their own level. Anyway, there are countless cases similar to the above-mentioned situations in the Middle Ages. Just find the right way to take advantage of the situation. Few wizards really plan and execute them themselves. If they are dirty, they will face the crazy pursuit of a completely blackened woman. They are hated by someone with their souls as a vow. That is not interesting. I wonder how many evil demons in the Endless Abyss and the Nine-Level Purgatory are looking forward to inserting a stick in such a thing.

The wizards are very powerful, but they are not as powerful as being unscrupulous in the heavens and doing whatever they want. Especially the necromancers, they are instinctively rejected by the plane's will in most planes, and their manifestations are mostly not very good luck. Overall.

...If I hadn't been lucky enough to get the inheritance of Chinese martial arts, maybe I would have chosen to embark on the path of Death Eaters; maybe I would have suffered, maybe I would have regrets, but there are always some people who are unwilling to be arranged by fate...

Dead trees, silent gardens, dilapidated tombs of the dead.

The big ball of light in the sky just rose. Zhu Peng looked at the sky, then got off the carriage with Xue Naili, and merged into a team of many Death Eaters like a drop of water.

It is rare to gather at midnight and the black mass begins until dawn, but from this arrangement, you can also feel the caution and difficulty of the person behind the scenes.

"I'll find an opportunity to assassinate the necromancer. Don't think about helping me, find a corner to hide... Unless you see me win, don't come out no matter what you see. I have already told Ma Zhe that if we haven't returned before 2:00 this afternoon, he will notify the school and his father of the information."

"Brother, aren't you going to fight to the death, are you? Don't take action if you are not sure."

"...No, I mean I can still run if I can't beat it. You find a place to hide, otherwise I may not care about you when I run away."

"……………” Xue Nari looked embarrassed, but she had nothing to say.

Hui walked into the tomb with the Death Eaters in black robes. During the process, Zhu Peng and Xue Naili saw many men and women wearing gloomy black robes gather together in groups, and occasionally took out dead bodies nails, eyeballs, skulls, and even complete baby corpses from their pockets, exchanging the casting materials or gems they needed. Seeing this scene, Zhu Peng even suspected that it was not just Death Eaters. I am afraid that many apprentices from the undead series also pretended to be Death Eaters and scattered what they needed.

I walked to the deep underground, but I suddenly realized my eyes.

If it weren't for the huge skull statue hanging high above, Zhu Peng almost thought he had been to the auditorium of the Divine Cult, the gorgeous and exquisite throne of the bones, the solemn altar, and rows of long wooden chairs on both sides, neat and serene.
Chapter completed!