After the three hounds left, Gargamel stared at the stone slab that hung upside down, with a dozen other puppets.

Most of the golems have shriveled, mottled and depleted surfaces, and show signs of collapse. And those who are not exhausted appear vague and weak, and do not seem to grow sufficiently.

"The seeds of this hellish place are all waste. ”

Gargamel spoke to himself calmly, without any emotional fluctuations, like looking at a few toys and saying a word of disdain.

He sat back in his chair and picked up a quaint and dilapidated book to read. But every once in a while, he would look up at the hanging clock on the wall.

About two hours later, the bell pointed to two o'clock in the morning.

Gargamel put down his book, walked over to the frame, carefully tamped his crisp blue-gray tweed robe, combed his hair meticulously, and smeared a little perfume before nodding in satisfaction.

He walked up to the wall and stretched out his long, white fingers, crisscrossing them in an illusory line of sixteen.

In an instant, a circle pattern of the Shadow Force intersecting appeared on the wall.

The pattern is like a complex and eerie petal, with countless shallow lines of ghostly light, shining on the edge of the petal. Then, a large amount of thick fog rose in the middle of the circle.

Gargamel strode through the fog.

In just a moment, he came to a conference hall that was not very large, but richly furnished, and very luxurious. Although the hall is fully furnished, the only thing is that the lighting is lacking, and it is dark and silent.

In the middle of the chamber is a long carved bronze table. On either side of the table, there are four high-backed gold-lacquered chairs, a total of eight chairs, neatly and orderly.

Gargamel entered the chamber, frowned, reached for his pocket watch, snapped it open and looked at it, then walked over to the top of the left side, next to the first chair.

But he didn't sit down, but listened for a moment, and said with some displeasure: "Old Piping, aren't you going to have a meeting today?"

As he spoke, in the shadow of the far corner, a rickety man, also full of silver hair, but very old, senile, carrying a broom to clean the old man, slowly walked out and responded:

"Honorable Councillor Gargamel, today's meeting may not take place. ”

"Why the delay?" Gargamel frowned.

"I heard that it is the edge of the floating ground in the north, and the seal that prevents the Great Wall of Desperation is a little loose, and it is suspected that there is a possibility of leakage. Therefore, the speaker of the House of Representatives took two other members of the parliament to Kamchatka. Old Piping said in an old voice.

"The purpose of our 'Aragami Shadow Council' is not to do the work of sewing and mending for this stupid and backward place!" Gargamel said coldly.

"You should have said it to the Speaker, not to me, an old thing. Besides, I can't hear what you're saying behind my ears......"

Lao Piping carried a broom, and as he swept it, he disappeared behind the shadow in the corner.

"Shameful style of work. ”

Gargamel snorted, turned and walked back to the wall, still with his fingers flicking, as circles and fog appeared, striding in.

In an instant, he was back in that classically elegant room.

Gargamel lay back comfortably in his chair, swaying slowly as he crossed his hands and thought quietly under his chin.

"What did Hussein die for? because of a power struggle, or was he the enemy from beyond the Great Wall?"

"It seems that it is necessary to pay attention to this issue. Gargamel nodded to himself, slowly closing his eyes as if he were pretending to sleep.

The room became quiet and peaceful, except for the hanging clock on the wall, ticking and ticking......

...............

William followed Li Mo nervously to a secret room on the fourth floor.

Bang, Li Mo knocked softly.

The door was opened, Xia Luo looked at Yin Feng with a respectful face, lowered his head and said, "Honorable lord, I have been waiting for a long time. ”

William looked at the strange man suspiciously, not understanding what Li Mo meant.

"Are you ready for that little alchemy ceremony?" asked Li Mo.

Charlotte nodded: "No problem at all, everything is as you order." ”

"Good. ”

Li Mo turned his head, looked at William with a smile, pointed to the door and said, "Go in, Mr. Charlotte, I will tell you how to do it in detail." I suggest you listen attentively to Mr. Charlotte's story, and I will be waiting outside for your final decision. ”

William looked confused, and he didn't understand what Li Mo meant at all. But at this moment, people under the eaves have to bow their heads. He sighed and followed Charlotte into the room.

With a smug smile, Charlotte closed the door.

Li Mo returned to the main hall, at the round table for rest and entertainment, and leaned comfortably on the chair to wait. He trusted Charlotte's eloquence so much that he didn't worry about it in the slightest.

"How's it going? The werewolf went in?"

Medusa and Kerrigan walked in and sat down at the round table.

"Well, hopefully it doesn't scare him. Li Mo said seriously, but there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth.

After a while, the pheasant also came up, sat down at the round table, and said softly, "Everything has been arranged, Orochimaru and Banba, take over the captive." ”

"Okay, good work. Sit down and wait to watch the play, maybe the scene of father and son recognizing each other is going on in the room. Li Mo smiled.

"He's in?" said the pheasant smiled.

Medusa turned around and asked the pheasant, "You just said that Hussein's demonized inverted hanging puppet has value to be studied?"

The pheasant smiled and said to Medusa, "Sister Medusa, you are the Shadow Warlock. Questions about alchemy research should actually be answered by you. ”

"Who said that alchemy research has to be a shadowman?" Medusa gently brushed up her serpentine red braid, revealing a sweet smile, "For example, you, such as Jiraiya, are experts in this field. I've taken up too much time tending to those rose gardens. If you have any questions, just ask you!"

"Laziness. Kerrigan stared at the delicate oil painting on the far wall, but still said coldly.

Medusa was not annoyed, as if she hadn't heard, and said to the pheasant: "Come on, our expert, talk about what is going on with that upside-down puppet." ”

Li Mo was also very interested and looked at the pheasant.

"Cursed Soul Bondage. The pheasant said, and unfolded the parchment roll that he had been holding in his hand on the table.

The illusory transparent shadow-like puppet from before had shrunk to the size of a palm. But the whole body was shriveled and looked depleted. But a pair of miserable white eyes still seem to have a glimmer of ghostly light.

"The so-called soul curse is a curse that is deeply planted in the soul. But when it comes to curses, it's not all. It is the cursed, willingly accepted. ”

"In other words, this curse cannot be maliciously implanted. When this curse is planted, it will have a powerful protective effect in the event of a death crisis. ”

"But Hussein is still dead. Medusa said with a frown.

"Just protection, not death. The pheasant smiled and looked at Kerrigan, "It can only be said that his opponent is too strong to protect and is forced to die." ”

"Is this just protection?" Li Mo also asked curiously.

"Of course, there are other effects, since it is a curse, it is beneficial, and it must also be harmful. The pheasant continued, "The cursed must never betray the grower. The cursed can use spells, abilities, and even open their hearts to be read by the planter. ”

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