The cry for help was as thin as a mosquito, but it clearly came into the ear.

Normally.

It's weird......

It's incredible.

However, Chen Feng didn't feel any awkwardness, and understood in his heart that this was the reason why there was a little magic attached to his voice.

I listened quietly for a while.

Chen Feng quickly identified the source of the sound.

"From the Grave Keeper's Hut?"

Walk briskly into the house.

Chen Feng looked around and noticed that the sound was coming from the left side of the hut, behind a cupboard-like object.

The cabinet was two meters high, wooden, and dusty and peeling off a lot of paint.

"Is it an entrance to an underground chamber or something?" Chen Feng stretched out his hand, stuck it on the cabinet, and pushed it aside.

It's easy.

This cupboard looks tall.

The weight was unimaginably light, and it didn't even waste any effort, and with a push of his hand, the cabinet was pushed two meters away.

An entrance to a cavern that can only be passed through by one person is in view.

The cave is pitch black, the passage stairs are paved with bluestone, and the slope extends downward, four or five meters later, it is a corner, and it is impossible to see the situation behind the corner.

"Help...... Please save me......"

The cry for help came from inside the cave again.

Chen Feng squinted his eyes slightly, took out the magic torch from the storage space, activated it casually, and walked slowly down the bluestone staircase.

The two walls of the passage are smooth and neat, showing traces of manual excavation everywhere.

"Who dug up the basement?" Chen Feng was a little puzzled, but he didn't think much about it.

Behind the corner of the passage is a boxy, about two meters high and about four meters in diameter.

The four walls are made of stone and look hard.

The entrance is two or three steps away.

There was a skeleton with corroded flesh and blood, swinging horizontally, and its bones were pitch black, presumably because of the poisoned attribute skill, or because of the medicine to death.

The basement is in the middle.

Standing stood a cross made of fine iron, two meters high, on which a finger-thick chain restrained a middle-aged man in an ink-colored robe, with his head lowered.

"Secret Magic Chain ......" Chen Feng was taken aback in his heart.

This chain of arcane magic is not simple.

Its sturdiness can be said to be quite outstanding, even with the sharpness of the tenth-level armor-piercing knife, don't want to leave the slightest trace on this secret magic chain.

I want to cut off the chain of mysticism.

You'll need some special weapons and skills.

Normally, the chain of arcane magic is used to imprison and bind some criminals who have committed serious crimes and are extremely vicious.

Chen Feng was looking.

A faint fragrance wafted into the tip of the nose.

"This scent...... It seems to be the taste of "Sanxiang cartilage powder......"

This is an extremely well-known potion, its medicinal effect is quite domineering, once taken, the magic or fighting energy in the body will be completely suppressed by its medicinal effect, and it will not be able to use a single bit.

At the same time, the body is affected by the effect of the drug, and even symptoms such as weakness and loss of qi and blood will appear.

In a past life.

Chen Feng's deputy job is a pharmacist, and he is very clear about all kinds of medicinal materials and magic materials, and even knows some secrets that ordinary pharmacists don't know.

For example, the grave mushroom.

Another example is this three-spice cartilage powder.

Ordinary people don't know that even if magic and vindictiveness are completely suppressed.

If the body is stimulated by some special means, it can still recover a little magic or fighting energy, but the recovery is very small, even if you persist every day, it will take at least half a year to fully recover.

……

on the cross.

The middle-aged man who was bound raised his head weakly and glanced at Chen Feng with his godless pupils.

"Warriors...... I am a noble necromancer who has been victimized by a villain and trapped here, can you save me? ”

Very weak.

This is the definition given to him by Chen Feng, and it is not half pretentious.

His eyes were full of longing and expectation, just like a man who fell into the water, grasping the last straw.

Chen Feng asked, "Are you a necromancer?" ”

The middle-aged man nodded: "Yes, respected warrior, I am a necromancer under the command of the Night Empire, the Lord of Death, Helarina, and I was imprisoned here because of the villain's tricks, can you help me get out of trouble?" If I can get out of trouble, I will give you a good reward......"

Look at this necromancer.

In Chen Feng's pupils, the essence flickered.

Even if it is a necromancer, then it must be an elite or above template, and it may even be a lord template.

The explosion rate will be quite rich, not to mention equipment, props and the like, just the experience points, at least 50,000 to 100,000.

It depends on his level, a necromancer is a professional, and the most basic requirement for changing classes is to reach level ten.

Obviously, the level of this necromancer in front of him is far more than level ten, and it is even possible that there is level fifteen or twenty.

No questions.

If you can kill this necromancer, it will definitely be a huge fortune.

Chen Feng had an impulse in his heart, and silently looked at the middle-aged man who claimed to be a necromancer.

Very weak......

The skin is pale, and there is no pride and confidence of a professional in his eyes, and almost all of his eyes are replaced by panic.

The magic robe on his body was dull, and the magic veins on it were obviously artificially destroyed, making the skills attached to the robe useless.

The five fingers are smooth and clean, without any rings.

Neither do the caps.

Neither does the necklace.

There was not a single piece of magical equipment in his body.

This is a necromancer who has lost his powers.

……

Chen Feng was silent for a long time.

The necromancer was visibly more flustered.

He even struggled on the cross with all his strength, but unfortunately, he was already weak and restrained, so what was the use of struggling?

Can you still break free from the chains of secret magic?

It was all in vain.

The necromancer had to stop all struggles.

"Warrior, you will not do me any good by killing me, on the contrary, if you can help me out of trouble, I can give you unimaginable wealth."

"Warrior, if you can help me get out of trouble, I can help you open the door to magic and make you a powerful necromancer."

"I can also help you go to the Night Empire and become an imperial nobleman, so that you will never be superior to others from now on, and you will no longer need to look at people's faces in the Light Holy Court."

……

Chen Feng raised his head and said very sincerely.

"Dear professional, I'm afraid you have misunderstood, how could I kill you."

The necromancer frowned imperceptibly: "I'm a necromancer...... Don't you want to kill me and take my head to the Holy See to receive a reward? ”

Chen Feng smiled: "I am a believer in the Lord of Death, Hela Linna. ”

"Really?" The necromancer was somewhat surprised.

Chen Feng nodded, and expressed his position with actions: "Dear professional, may I ask, what do I need to do to help you get out of trouble?" ”