"Huh?"

Sitting on his broken chair in the dark night, he just picked up the book on the table and wanted to continue reading, when he suddenly frowned, his face was handsome and cold, and beads of sweat the size of beans instantly popped out of his forehead, his face turned from red to white, and he stroked his chest, and a mouthful of blood sprayed towards the magic book on the table.

Backlash!

Looking at the oil-paper umbrella on his kang in the dark night, the soul link of the main soul was broken!

The oil-paper umbrella is a blood-refining thing, and this main soul can be said to be the only one among the three thousand revenant souls that has a soul link, otherwise how can we talk about control!

It took half a day of darkness to stabilize the chaotic dead air in the sea of spiritual consciousness.

This is a blood refining thing with a soul link of the soul and the soul is broken, it is not easy to feel it, he is now the physical strength of his entire body has been drained, the strength of raising his hand is a little difficult, his body is involuntarily swinging, and his eyes are a little dull.

After a few breaths of relief, I don't know how long, I felt that my body had so much strength, wiped the dried blood marks at the corners of my mouth, and looked towards the half-fluctuating oil-paper umbrella.

The soul bells on the new oil-paper umbrella didn't even shake, lying quietly on the kang, the night frowned, he didn't know what was going on, he felt in his heart that there might be something wrong with the three hundred magic arrays that were connected with each other, or that the main soul was too weak and was torn to pieces by the three thousand souls fighting and ruling inside.

The night was indebted, and he felt the pain of burning his internal organs, so he took out a few tubes of green magic potion from under his broken table, and poured them directly into his stomach, grinning bitterly, after the potion entered his stomach, a cool feeling came, and the pain weakened by two points, and he felt much better.

"Fifty thousand gold coins, do you hear a sound?"

The dark night stood up, walked two steps and struggled to climb to the edge of the fire kang, picked up the new oil-paper umbrella, he only hoped that this main soul was torn to pieces alive, not that there was a problem with the three hundred combined magic circles, if there was a problem with the magic circle, it would mean - one and a half million gold coins would be completely reimbursed!

That kind of pain was more painful for the money-hungry night than directly wiping his neck.

The soul fire reflected the dark eyes of the night a miserable green, and the oil-paper umbrella was a little unstable in his hand, and he slowly opened the tinkling oil-paper umbrella, which was often like a mortal thing.

A dead air rushed directly towards the handle of the umbrella, and suddenly the ordinary oil-paper umbrella directly broke away from the hand of the night, floating in the void, endless ghosts and ghosts weeping, and the dark red umbrella surface turned into a ghostly abyss monster.

The three thousand solidified souls of the dead swam thickly across the entire umbrella surface, but when viewed in detail, they were hideous and terrifying, as terrifying as ten thousand demons devouring the sky.

The main soul is long gone!

The rest are ordinary ghosts, and after watching it for a long time in the dark night, I am sure that the high-IQ ghosts that I have put into the main soul position have not even been left with a bit of scum that have been devoured, which is a little gloomy.

The main soul position is half-free from the defects of the magic array, and it is impossible to make such a low-level mistake in the middle alchemist rank of the old man of Anneminster, and he is also supervising by the side at night, and such an expensive thing cannot be ignored.

He paid attention to the three hundred combination circles on the oil-paper umbrella again, looking at them little by little, checking them little by little, and following a magic energy guide line down the line, I don't know how long it would take to smooth it, the three hundred combination circles were really a bit huge, too energy-consuming, and he was a little dizzy after reading it.

The dark night shook his oil-paper umbrella, and the soul bells on it were crisp and pleasant, but there was no place for the haze in his heart, and he frowned for a while, and then fell into a state of long-term thinking.

Just because everything is fine!

"It's weird!"

After muttering a sentence in the dark night, holding his oil-paper umbrella and looking left and right for a while, he didn't have the heart to die at all, this kind of innocent shattering of the main soul happened, if it was okay once, but if it was a great enemy of life and death, it would be a cheat!

He's going to be killed by his own treasure, and if that happens, he'll be laughed off by his enemies!

Dark Night checked the three hundred combination magic combination array on one side again, and then the soul fixing tassel on it, as well as every soul suppression bell on it, all carefully went through it, but there was still no problem!

The night was completely confused, and in the end, he could only focus on the main soul position magic array above, and the original knot was here, so he could only seriously and carefully find fault in this area.

Or not!

The night has passed this place three times, and the magic array of the entire main soul position can be said to be perfect, and the number of layers of Mithril in this place has reached as many as eighteen, and the energy guide line has been outlined by the old man of Anneminster, even the night can't find fault with this kind of specialized carving.

There is no problem with the core of this kind of magic circle, otherwise it will be a naked slap in the face to him Annesminster, unless the old man doesn't want to mess up in the sewers, it is impossible to trap him.

Looking at the fierce ghost on this oil-paper umbrella in the dark night, he was discouraged for a while, this is a weapon that has reached the upper stage of the intermediate rank, and the complex structure is that he is also a little helpless, and he has a headache when he looks at it.

"Three thousand revenant souls don't want to see their own main soul like this, how can it happen to devour the lord?"

Staring at the wandering souls of the oil-paper umbrella in the dark night, he muttered a sentence, and after saying this, he realized that something was wrong.

Just now, he had focused all his attention on the structure of the oil-paper umbrella, and had not focused on these ghosts at all, and after a closer look, he found some problems.

Three thousand ghosts still seem to be missing!

There are only about two thousand six or seven hundred left, this thing is not easy to check, there are too many of them, although these "little soldiers" have no soul link, but they are accompanied day and night, he can still see the difference at a glance.

"Created a new ferocious main soul?"

This is the only thought in the mind of the night right now!

The night is a little excited, and the birth of a ghost body that knows how to devour itself is a good phenomenon, at least it shows that this newly generated ghost body is fierce enough!

As long as it is fierce enough, the consciousness of birth is definitely not bad, and he is cultivating it with the evil spirit, there is still a high chance of evolving into a resentful soul.

But it's going to waste the essence and blood!

The growth of the ghost head is all fed with its own essence blood and soul body, this kind of thing consumes its own vitality too much, it is weak, and it is easy to be devoured, but the side effects are a bit big.

The eyes of the night wander among the remaining souls, looking for the stronger and more ferocious soul, this kind of fierce soul can't be found out, the autonomous murderous consciousness is placed in it, which will make it involuntarily continue to devour the remaining soul body, until the last complete ghost is devoured, this is the black bird, must be found.

"No?"

The eyes of the dark night are all protruding, and I haven't found them after looking for a long time!

There are so many three or two powerful ghost bodies, and after being dragged out in the night, he found that they were all stupid, sluggish, and lacking in IQ, and they didn't even have a bit of a fierce appearance, let alone the fierce soul, this time he was a little dumbfounded.

I don't know if it's because of the defect of the oil-paper umbrella he looked for all night, or because his own level of attainment in this utensil is limited, so he didn't find anything wrong at all.

This is a bit of a pain, he participated in the production of this hard work, to say that he doesn't understand that it is, just the combination of three hundred magic arrays is conceived by him, even the old man of Anneminster is full of praise, how can there be no problem.

In the rest of the Anneminster drawing and production, he also participated in the whole process, which is simply good-looking, and he still doesn't see anything wrong, how can he not be puzzled, it is simply an incurable disease.

Dark night propped up his oil-paper umbrella, listening to the melodious requiem sound of the soul bell, used to look at his "masterpiece" that was appreciation, now looking at his baby is simply frowning, all night his brows are locked, half without a smile, this kind of thing can not find fault with his own work, it is conceivable that others are estimated to be enough.

"What's wrong?"

After closing his oil-paper umbrella in the dark night, it was a burst of meditation in front of him, and by the light of the magic stone day, looking at the dark red oil-paper umbrella that was simply a work of art, it was really sad, and it was a bitter night!

The night bowed his head and meditated for a long time, just holding his beloved thing so quietly, suddenly his head was raised, his eyes flashed, and he stared at the tip of his oil-paper umbrella, as if he remembered something!

His hand holding the oil-paper umbrella was a little shaky, his mouth twitched involuntarily, his eyes were full of fear, and he directly threw the heart and liver baby in his hand on the ground, and said in horror at the oil-paper umbrella: "You're not dead?"

No one responded!

The whole person stood up in fright in the dark night, stood on his kang, and took two steps back in fear towards the kang.

The night stared at the blood-red eyes, stared at the oil-paper umbrella on the ground and roared angrily: "Is it you?"

Still silently responding, the night is like a psychotic self-talk, as if hitting the devil of the geopolitical abyss!

"Speak! You're still alive, I know it's you, you've deceived us all!"

"Speak! Are you dressed in green or red, drafted, or subject?"

The night filled his heart with an unprecedented sense of fear, his frightened face had been distorted and deformed, and the pupils in his eyes were dilated.

"Alas, little master, didn't the slave family just eat a few of your souls, and you were easily discovered like this?

As soon as I heard this voice in the dark night, I sat down on the kang with my buttocks, my feet were stuffed with chaff, and my sweat was like rain, I really wanted to roll my eyes and faint to death, but that was simply impossible for a mage with super mental power!

In the dark night, I looked at the ghost shadow that popped out of the ghost crystal on the tip of the oil-paper umbrella, and all that was left on my face was dryness!