When Richard entered, he saw that in a room of nearly 100 square meters, there were rows of made spell puppets standing in a corner, like robots, and they were extremely neat. In the other corner, there is a large pile of bones.

In the third corner, there is an easy chair that the old man of the lich uses as a bed. In the last corner, there is a pile of miscellaneous items with various uses.

This functional partition is very clear...... Richard raised an eyebrow and was about to speak to the old man the lich, when he turned around to see that the old man had not followed him. Instead, when he entered, he quickly closed the door, tossed the latch and the iron lock, and sealed the door firmly, as if he did not consider that he would leave after a while.

This one...... Richard opened his mouth and said helplessly to the old man of the lich: "Mr. Ah Fu, don't be so careful, right? Although, I know that Anan is indeed a bit of a quirk and is used to stealing the bones you have chosen, but you are all prepared for this, can he still succeed?"

"Click!"

The old man locked the last lock, and pulled the chains tied to the door hard, not reassured, and waved his hand to release a few more warning spells.

Seeing the glimmer of the vigilance spell covering the entire door, he looked back and exhaled, "Hey, boy, let me tell you, don't believe it, the recent events are really a bit evil." I had kept the door shut, and people had never left, but the spell puppets I had made in this room were one less for no reason—from sixty-two to sixty-one.

I suspect that the skeleton Anan did it, and although I don't know how he did it, I must do my best to prevent this from happening again, or sooner or later, all the spell golems I have made will have to be stolen. ”

If the door is closed and no one leaves, it can still be stolen...... Richard was a little skeptical, looked at the old man and asked half-jokingly, "Mr. Ah Fu, are you sure, didn't you accidentally count wrong?"

"You think I don't know how to count?" said the old man unhappily, "I can't even count a hundred numbers?"

"Okay...... I apologize for my problem. ”

"Hmph, that's pretty much it. Say, boy, what are you doing with me this time? Don't say, you're going out again. "As I said before, you must inform me when you go out." But my original intention was to let you not go out often, and if something happens here in the province, I will be implicated, not just let you say hello to me. ”

"Uh, this ......"

"Hell. The old lich man looked at Richard's face, and his face changed, "Hey, boy, you don't really want to go out again, do you?"

"Definitely. ”

"I ......"

"But don't worry too much, Mr. Afu, I'll take the Garden of Eden with me this time. Richard explained.

"Take a piece of the Garden of Eden?" The old man of the lich was slightly stunned, his expression softened slightly, and he thought for a moment, "So, this time I left with you? Where are you going? Is it going back to Jialan City or Shambhala Town?"

"No, it's to go to a more distant place. ”

"Where the hell?"

"Northern Wilderness. ”

"Northern Wilderness?" the old man was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then showed a somewhat complicated expression.

Richard thought that the old man of the lich would be a little resistant and didn't want to "move", but seeing that the other party's expression was a little inconsistent, he blinked his eyes and asked, "What, Mr. Ah Fu, do you have some memories of the Northern Wilderness?"

"Memory?" said the old man with a slight shake of his head, squinting, "not a memory, just a vague impression that I have only recently recalled. I don't know if it's an illusion, but I think I may have spent a relatively long time in the Northern Wilderness and had a more wonderful life experience. Perhaps, there are relatively important secrets in my life that can fill those gaps in my brain. ”

"So, Mr. Ah Fu, 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 shook his head and said unenthusiastically, "Now I don't know how long it has been since the era I lived in, and even the historical records don't exist, what traces can be left......?"

The old man of the lich paused and said, "However, I vaguely remember that in my time, there were many tragic battles in the Northern Wilderness, and there were a large number of bones buried underground in many areas. Among them, there are many skeletons of high-level demonic creatures and powerful wizards, and if there is a chance to dig them up and use them as raw materials to make spell golems, the effect will be very good. ”

"So, you don't have any opinion on going to the Northern Wilderness?"

"What can I say?"

"That's good. Richard nodded, "I'll let you know when I'm there." ”

"Okay. ”

"Now...... Why don't you please open the door and let me out?"

The old lich man opened his mouth and exclaimed, "Okay. ”

Walked to the door with a pouted mouth, and tossed again skillfully.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

"Bang Bang!"

There was a "squeak", and the door finally opened after dozens of seconds, and Richard walked out.

The old man said goodbye, slammed the door shut, and then sealed it again.

After completely restoring his original appearance, the old man of the lich breathed a sigh of relief, and then leaned his back against the door and slowly spoke: "Northern Wilderness?

After saying this twice, the expression on the old lich's face changed twice.

Seriously, he felt that something very important must have happened in the land of the Northern Wilderness during his lifetime, but he couldn't remember what it was.

"Damn, stupid head. ”

The old lich man hammered his head in frustration, shook his head at the end, gave up, no longer forced to remember, and walked to the spell golems lined up in the room with his lips pursed, and reached out to start counting them one by one.

For him, the memories of the Northern Wilderness and his life are a bit far away, and it is a valuable thing to unite with Pandora and try to create a replica of the ancient "Fudi".

And for this to be successful, you have to make sure that the spell golem can't be lost anymore.

"One, two, three......"

The old man of the lich spoke earnestly, counting constantly, and at the end of the count, his expression became wonderful.

"Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine. Isn't it sixty-two, isn't it sixty-two, one less was sixty-one, which is weird enough, and now why are there two less in the blink of an eye?"

"Do I really not know how to count? Or am I too old to accidentally count wrong? Okay, count again. The old man took a deep breath and counted it a second time.

"One, two, three...... Fifty-six, fifty-seven, fifty-eight...... Fifty-eight! Again...... Another one?!" The old man felt his tongue knot a little.

Even though he had great extraordinary strength, he had never been afraid of facing angels in the Shambhala uranium mine, but now he couldn't help but shrink his neck a little, feeling a cold air rising up his spine from the soles of his feet.

There can't really be ghosts, right?

No, absolutely not...... The old man's voice trembled a little, and he forcibly stabilized, counting the third time.

"One, two, three...... Fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven...... Five...... Fifty-seven?!ahhh

"Smack!"

With a loud bang, the old man clapped his hands on his head, and then grabbed the sparse, withered gray hair on his head, his face shattered and his eyes frightened.

Hell yes!