The cloaked giant strode away with a strange gesture and shook his shoulders, catching up with his companion who was walking in the head, but he was careful to keep his distance and refused to overtake him, as if he were the former's bodyguard. Even more strange are the footprints left by the barefoot giant, deeply imprinted on the muddy ground, half a foot deep, and even steaming on a rainy night, it is not difficult to imagine how hot the giant's feet were.

The hunched man in gray walked to the path shaded by the trees with an iron staff, sometimes making a series of complex gestures, as if searching for something with the help of a spell. It took two hours to walk and stop on the rugged mountain road before coming to a desolate cemetery.

A smile appeared in the gray-clad man's eyes, and he turned back to the giant's bodyguard with his head down and his hood covering his face, and said, "This is it, Baines, to accompany me to meet an old friend." ”

"Yes, my master." The giant has a strange accent and does not seem to have mastered the human language.

Two mysterious figures, one short and one tall, waded through ankle-deep stagnant water and walked into the grassy cemetery. The mausoleum keeper's hut was covered with moss, and the weeds blocked the door, and it was evident that no one had entered or left the house for a long time.

The Grey Man stopped in front of the hut, cast a spell to peek inside the house to make sure there was no breath of life, and continued on his way until he was in front of a tombstone.

The tombstone was made of fine stone, but there was no inscription left, and it stood bare in front of the tomb, slightly reflected by the rain.

The man in gray walked slowly around the nameless cemetery, and after careful inspection, he found a bunch of rotten plant stems left in front of the tombstone, presumably someone had offered flowers in front of this tomb. Judging from the extent of the decay of the plants, it is believed that the memorial time must have been more than a year ago.

This small unexpected discovery caused the man in gray to hesitate for a long time, and at one point he was about to cancel the plan, but considering that the lord's order could not be disobeyed, he had to take the risk of sprinkling a circle of ground black onyx powder around the cemetery and laying a summoning circle. As a "Legendary Spell Summoner", the Man in Gray is very familiar with these preparations.

After setting up the circle, the man in gray took out a fist-sized skull carved from ebony from his bosom. Named the "Dark Skull", this evil magic artifact exudes a strong aura of negative energy, and no matter where it is placed, the surrounding space seems to be enveloped by the effect of the "Evil Dwelling" spell.

Within the coverage of the "Evil Abode", the "Anti-Good Circle" is automatically blessed, and the evil priest's ability to scold and drive away the undead is greatly improved, and the ability of the good priest to disperse the undead is greatly reduced. In addition, the "Dark Skull" can also add a "dimensional anchor" effect to the "evil dwelling" it inspires, preventing creatures from teleporting to the Atlas. However, for this gray-clothed man, what he values more at this moment is another effect of the "dimensional anchor" - preventing the "ghost" and other imaginary undead creatures from escaping into the spirit world.

The Grayman carefully placed the Dark Skull above the tombstone, then stroked the Naraku Emblem, a dark silver skull amulet, hidden in his cloak, and whispered a prayer in praise of death, his fingertips shining with divine light.

The man in gray slapped his backhand on the chest, blessed himself with the 4-ring magic "Anti-Death Enchantment", and then blessed the same spell on his giant bodyguard. With these preparations in place, the man in gray finally took out an 8-ring "High Otherworldly Oath Curse" scroll, unfolded it, and recited the incantation.

"Come out, Franceska!"

The scroll burns on its own the moment the spell is cast, turning to ashes in a bright dark orange flame. At the same time, the concentration of negative energy around the tombstone suddenly increased, and the wind was miserable in the rainy night, and faint ghost cries gathered from all directions.

At this strange moment, Franceska's tombstone suddenly oozed scarlet liquid, as if drops of blood and tears flowed out. Immediately afterwards, a looming shadow slowly emerged from the tombstone, the body seemed to be illusory, the slender figure was faintly visible, the black hair hung down to the waist, the gorgeous face was unusually pale, and the dark golden pupils were unforgettable at first sight.

"Long time no see, Francesca, have you slept well all these years?" The man in gray greeted with a sneer.

The ghost looked at the man across from his slumber, as if trying to recall the identity of the other man, and suddenly his face changed and he let out an angry scream.

"Is it you ...... 'turtledove'?!"

"It's me, it looks like you're excited to see your old boss? After more than 20 years, we finally have the opportunity to work together again. The man in gray said with a smile.

"Die, you despicable brute!"

Francesca's ghost let out a furious scream that pierced his eardrums, and his body turned into a wisp of green smoke and pounced on the turtledove, and the slender hand that condensed the negative energy grabbed his face fiercely.

The turtledove seemed to have anticipated her overreaction, and stood there without dodging or dodging, and suddenly shouted: "Baines! ”

The tall and burly bodyguard moved at the sound of the sound, and took a big step forward in the flash of light, blocking the turtledove behind him.

Franceska's resentful blow hit the bodyguard, tearing the placket of his chest, and the moment his fingertips touched the other's skin, he suddenly retracted as if he had been electrocuted.

Rumble! The turtledove's bodyguard erupted in flames from the bottomless abyss, instantly burning the cloak to ashes, and before the rain could get closer, it was snorted and evaporated into a white mist.

Stripped of his cloak, Turtledove's bodyguard "Baines" revealed his true face, and it was a statue from the bottomless abyss that lived at the top of the Tanari demon population!

The demon was tall and hideous, with a pair of black wings surrounded by barbs on his back, two black horns that swirled and twisted on his forehead, and his dark red skin burned with raging flames, exuding an oppressive force that was intimidating.

"Franceska, you'd better be polite to my old boss, or Hugh blames Baines for being unkind to you."

Francesca's arrogant words enraged Francesca again, and she raised her right hand, and black flames surged in her palm, and this demonic flame seemed to have life, extending itself into a long whip of black fire, which suddenly drew towards the turtledove, sweeping a scorching light and shadow in the air.

Almost at the same time that Francesca made a move, Bynes also moved.

"Sorcerer, you're asking for your own trouble!"

The demon roared out his left arm, and the flames of the abyss automatically converged in his palm, condensing into a long whip of flame covered with sharp barbs and hard bumps, like a flaming python roaring out, just in time to intercept Franceska's long whip of demonic flames. The two long whips burning with different colors of fire were entangled in the rain curtain.

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