"Your Excellency is extraordinary, but just driving the car for me is a bit overkill. ”

A golden flame suddenly lit up in the carriage, illuminating all around as if it were daylight, but there was no one else in this carriage except Karl?

But the horse suddenly spoke: "My master wants to see you, so he sent me to invite you." ”

After saying that, the leather whip flew up out of thin air, and struck the horse hard, "Ride!" The horse was in pain, and spread its hooves and ran faster.

It turned out that it wasn't the horses that could talk, but that there was an invisible invisible man in the car.

"But I didn't promise to go to your master. ”

The golden light divided into four flames, and the reins, the whip, and the chariot instantly burned together. The horse untied the reins and ran out of the way, and the burning carriage struck the side of the road under the inertial pull.

"Why can't Childe get along with his carriage?" the man appeared in the firelight, and stood firmly on the wheel, and he was unmoved when he saw that the carriage was about to overturn.

"Phew!" another man rolled over and jumped on his horse, restraining the frightened horse.

Carl could see clearly that the little man was running faster than a horse!

Then, when the carriage was about to overturn, there was a huge pull behind the body, and the whole car instantly changed direction and ran backwards.

"Interesting!"

Karl laughed, and then centered on his body, he burst out with a cross flame knife, and the entire carriage was instantly slashed into two layers. The roof of the upper layer of the car was cracked into more than a dozen pieces of broken wood, and flames were burning on each of the broken woods, shooting out to the surrounding area, and inserting them upside down on the side of the road.

Carl was still sitting on top of the broken carriage, surrounded by fire.

Behind the carriage was a rope pulling the carriage tightly, and in front of the carriage stood the man in gray with a red scarf, and in the distance a man and a horse also galloped here.

"Boy, because we look up to you, we have come to invite you, otherwise we would have tied you up long ago!" the fat man pulled the carriage closer to the front.

"Ah Chuan, your words are a bit too much!" said Gondor, who was covered with a red scarf, "My master has never invited guests, and you are the first." ”

"It seems that your master really thinks highly of me. Karl said, "Still, I have no reason to see him." ”

Slark the Nightkin rode up to the front and said, "Do you know why no one is chasing you these days?"

Karl said, "Why?"

Slark said, "Because those people are dead." ”

Karl said, "It seems that I do owe you a favor. ”

The mind reader Nuo Chong also came out of the darkness: "You don't owe us anything, it's just to complete what my master has told us. "He also carried the stone man in his hand, the stone man who was bound strongly.

"Okay, then I'll go with you. Karl glanced at the stone man and said, "But he won't take it with him." ”

Gondor said, "At your disposal. ”

Karl said, "Just leave him on the side of the road." ”

Gondor nodded at Nochuang, and the four of them escorted Carl from the trail.

This will be the first time Carl has met that man - Nyvon Moore!

Before this, Carl probably never imagined that there would be something beyond his knowledge about this world.

At first, Carl didn't expect anything from this encounter, after all, there weren't many people in the world who could afford him.

But when you hear the sound of the flute......

The sound of the flute roared from the depths of the dense forest, and there was the sound of piercing the clouds and cracking the stones, and the music of attracting merchants and carving feathers. There is a strange magic in that strange melody, which makes people feel that they are not possessed by the soul when they hear it.

Carl immediately clenched his fists, beads of sweat on his forehead, and for the first time he clearly felt that the soul and the body could be separated. That's the smell of death, that's the funeral song of the soul!

"The front is there. Gondor looked at him with no expression on his face, as if he wasn't going to go any further.

Karl couldn't help but be cautious, the fire of the sun quietly protected his mind, and the piper was by no means idle.

He followed the whisper and took a few more steps, and the moonlight was dim in the gloom.

The flute player was wearing an ink-colored robe, and he had the posture of a Zhilan jade tree.

As the fingertips rise and fall, the music has a subdued tone. This song is sad and difficult to describe, but it teaches the beasts to dance, the pond fish to listen, and the six horses to look up, and there is no doubt.

Carl suddenly replied, "I'm here." ”

Obviously no one asked him, but he couldn't help but answer. The piper didn't speak, it was the flute that asked himself, "Are you here?"

"I'm coming. ”

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and the piper turned around, his face like a crown of jade, but there was no life between the waves of his eyes.

"Nyven Moore. He said quietly, this is a very strange name, mysterious, noble, and awe-inspiring.

"Carl. ”

"Hmm. He held the flute in his hand, and the wide sleeves of his coat fell down, covering most of the flute, and the exposed white bone that looked like a protruding white bone.

"You called me. ”

"I called you here. ”

"Why?"

"To save you. ”

"People will inevitably die, but right now, these people can't kill me. ”

"That's a good point. Nervemore's smile was a little grim, "I didn't save you now, I saved you in three years." ”

"Three years from now?"

"In three years, everyone in this world will die, so I want to save you at that time. ”

His words are baseless, but he doesn't look like a liar.

Karl said, "Since it is three years later, it should be said three years later." ”

"Yes, but after three years, I can't be the master. He looked at Karl, "You don't believe me?"

Karl said: "Indeed, I don't believe that anyone can kill all the people in this world, at the very least, I want to try." ”

"Haha. Nyven Moore laughed, "You do have a lot of potential, but if you want to, you don't have to wait until three years from now!"

Before he could finish speaking, a black shadow rose from under Carl's feet and instantly pierced Carl's body.

Karl didn't have time to react, but he was unharmed as the shadow passed through his soul. The shadow vanished in an instant, and Carl could see clearly that it was a distorted face, and that the shadow was a dead soul.

The magical element he cultivated was actually the soul of a human being! Who was he?

"There are many people who can kill you, and there are many ways to kill you. Life is a precious thing, and I advise you not to try it casually. Nervemore continued, "But I'm afraid I'm the only one willing to save you. ”

"Why?"