Murphy led the guests of the Undead Realm into the first-floor hall of the Eye of Thunder.

The ground is paved with pure black basalt one meter square, and each piece is polished to an unusually smooth finish. The white walls are lit up with a wall lamp every two meters. The pure white ceiling is covered with creeper-like plants, which form a large cross pattern resembling a ninja dart on the ceiling, and a large crystal chandelier hangs in the center, revealing the dust illuminating the entire interior space. The entire hall was simple but not simple, and it was not at all as pale and gloomy as the interior of the Dead's Tower. The Lich Kings were secretly amazed, and each decided to renovate their own tower of the dead when they returned.

Feeling the amazement of the Lich Kings, Murphy couldn't help but silently thank his mayor in his heart.

However, to the incongruity of the Lich Kings, in the center of the hall was a huge wooden barrel more than one meter high and two meters wide.

"This is for me to take a bath." Murphy patted the barrel and proudly introduced.

One of the Lich Kings curiously glanced into the bucket, only to see that there was nothing unusual about the bucket being filled with water. The other Lich Kings wondered why Murphy had placed such a large tub in the hall. Besides, when did the lich need to take a bath?

Murphy saw their doubts, but did not explain, but directly invited: "Is there any adult who wants to go in the bubble?" ”

Murphy's invitation causes the Lich Kings to look at each other.

Invite guests to take a bath in the lobby in public? This is the ultimate humiliation in the kingdom of mankind. Even if the low-level undead are all naked, they are the Lich King, and they are not as muddy as the low-level undead.

Murphy's bizarre thoughts and actions made them not know how to respond for a moment.

Alipolo looked around at the skull eyes staring at him, and he knew that the time had come for him to thunder again. "! It's me again, if it weren't for the temptation of the Holy Water of the Undead and the intimidation of the Eye of Thunder, I would have left it. He thought bitterly.

"Then let me give it a try." His tone was shriveled and stiff, like a thousand-year-old corpse.

"Please!" Murphy doesn't talk nonsense either.

Under the gaze of the Lich King, Alipolo felt like a clown. He didn't even bother to take off his magic robe, and he entered the barrel in the air.

"Hmm!" The fire of the soul of Alibero in the barrel suddenly protruded half an inch from the frame of his eyes, as if he had received a very sharp blow, and as if he was experiencing an extremely terrifying shock. Then his teeth and bones chattered, and he made a "bang-bang" sound. In the end, it was as if it had been melted, and the whole body sank into the water.

Seeing this, the Lich Kings are all like enemies. Thought Murphy wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to kill them all. They spread out in an instant, encircling Murphy in the middle. At the same time, the magic began to brew while it was moving. Two other Lich Kings reached out to pull the sunken Alipolo up.

"Uh-huh???" At this time, another anomaly caught the attention of the Lich King. I saw that the two Lich Kings, who were in charge of pulling the Arilpolo , were struggling to climb into the barrel. If it weren't for the barrel rim being big enough, maybe the two of them would be able to fight each other by now.

Could it be that the barrel is also filled with a mind-bewitching magic?

By the time the lichs had thought about it, the two Lich Kings had climbed into the barrel and sank to the bottom like Alipolo.

The Lich Kings who were still standing were even more nervous. While carefully guarding against Murphy's movements, two more people were assigned to rescue their companions trapped in the barrel.

The two Lich Kings who attacked this time had unleashed their mental defense magic on themselves early. Coupled with the undead's own immunity to mind magic and their own level of the Lich King, it is believed that even the Lord of the Witch God will not be able to let them fall into it all at once.

Watching two more Lich Kings scramble into the barrel, the rest of the Lich Kings began to notice that something was wrong. And Murphy's lack of further movements and unusual actions from beginning to end confirmed their current suspicion from the other side: Murphy invited them to take a bath, really just out of kindness. So they all gathered around the barrel, and when the bones of their hands touched the water in the barrel, a different battle began.

Whenever a Lich King is about to climb the rim of the bucket and enter the water, four or five bony hands will appear around him to pull him off the rim. And as long as there were other Lich Kings around him who climbed the edge of the barrel, there would inevitably be one of the four or five bone hands that appeared around him. After some fighting, no one was able to enter the water. Until one of the Lich Kings suddenly retreated, setting up a black cloud and flying in......

I'll go! Can it still be like this? The Lich Kings finally remembered that they were mages themselves. All of a sudden, the eight immortals crossed the sea, each showing their magical powers. Some set up black clouds and flew directly in. Some release half of the bone prison to isolate themselves from others, and then crawl into the bucket from a direction where there is no bone prison. There are also those who build a small bone bridge and walk up.

After a while, all the Lich Kings were crammed into the barrel, but the shape was a bit miserable. The whole barrel looks like a bone pot from a distance, or the kind where the bones are piled high into the bowl of noodles, and the amount is increased without increasing the price.

The Lich King at the top can only be immersed in water under his calf bones, so he is unwilling to squeeze down. And the Lich King below was squeezed into dislocation, and of course he had to push it out desperately. But everyone tacitly agreed that they didn't use magic, for fear of spilling the water out of the bucket. I didn't even dare to make too much of a movement.

Arípolo, who was the first to come down, was crushed to the bottom of the bucket. One side of the lower forehead bone had long since fallen off, and there was still a finger bone in his mouth that he didn't know which Lich King. Aripolo was furious, and he angrily proposed to the Lich Kings that they should enter the barrels in batches.

The fifteen Lich Kings are divided into exactly three batches, and a batch of five. And Alipolo and the four Lich Kings who went into the water in the first place were disqualified for one round.

The five Lich Kings soaked in the water and submerged their heads under the surface. The ten Lich Kings on the edge of the barrel carefully counted the time. Watching the water in the bucket decrease little by little, I only feel that every second is like a year.

"It's time!" I don't know what the Lich King shouted. In the next second, the Lich King, who was still in the water, was carried out of the water. There is even a Lich King who is afraid that his strength is too small and he will not be able to carry his companions out of the water for the first time, and he has blessed himself with the "power of the bull".

The Lich King, who was carried out of the water, was not immediately put down, but was shaken twice more on the surface of the water. Right! This is done to drain it. It is a sin to waste a drop of such a precious water source. It is already a luxury to use it for bathing, and as for watering flowers...... Hehe, seeing that the fire of Alibero's soul has changed from blue to the red of the Knights of the Apocalypse, you know how sinful it must be!

One day, one whole day. The Lich Kings did nothing, and gathered around the barrels. One batch goes down, when the time comes, take it out and drain it, and replace it with the next batch. This is repeated until there is no drop left in a large bucket of water. It was only at this time that they came back to their senses, looking at Murphy, who had been by their side, ashamed and grateful, their upper and lower foreheads open and closed, but they couldn't say a word.