"Then, please go and find him."

The tone of the big red robe seemed like encouragement, and it seemed like ridicule.

"Bastard, don't forget who you are, you're our captive."

The big red robe snorted and said, "Your Excellency, you are also a captive, a captive of the devil, none of us can escape, wait and see, we will all be unlucky." We're going to die a cruel death. ”

The big red robe got up from the ground, patted the snow on his knees, and said, "The colonel is a fool, just like a bandit. ”

Whether the colonel is a fool or not, Ringer doesn't care, he is already in the fog, all he can do is to ensure that the fire is not extinguished.

In the middle of the night, I don't know how long the colonel has been in, the big devil and others went to rest, and by the fire, there were only two people, Ringer and Da Hongpao.

The psychic is in a very poor state, like a frosted eggplant.

"Can you be refreshed?"

"I don't know what it will take to cheer me up, monk, can you tell me about you, why do you have dark summoning magic, this legendary dark high-level summoning magic, no one will admit its existence until you appear."

"You want to know?"

"Of course, of course I want to know."

Ringer remembered Inspector Meidong's words at this moment: If you live, I will tell you something.

Ringer put the words in the ears of the big red robe.

"Well, monk, then, what are we going to do next, what should I do if you think I'm going to be a disgusting mummy too?"

"I don't know, don't ask me now."

The big red robe was disappointed, and looked up at Ringer, but his ears were pricked up.

"I think I hear someone shouting for help."

Ringer stood up with a rub: "Is it from the White Mist?" Why didn't I hear that? ”

"No, it seems to be coming from the White House."

"No way, the white house is so far away from here, you can't hear it."

"That's probably because I misheard, in my impression, the undead summoners are all skinny and abnormal people, why are you so strong, monk, you are completely different from the previous Father Reno of the monastery, he is very thin and fierce, by the way, he is not an undead summoner, he is also a psychic, I am mistaken."

"Have you met Father Reno?"

"Not only have I seen it, but I also have a bit of an old account with him."

'Oh, what old accounts. ’

"We've had a fight, it's an honor, I've lost."

"Is it a game psychic?"

"Of course, to be honest, he's even better, the old man is really powerful."

"Reno is an old man."

'Yes, a skinny fellow with no flesh, disgusting, cunning and hypocritical. ’

"What's disgusting?"

"It makes me want to vomit, he said that he is a person with a chaotic soul, he has been reincarnated many times, and every time he is reincarnated he remembers his past life, he said that he is a pioneer of exorcism, a master of divination, a master of begging, he can talk to the dead, he can see the past of the undead, just like someone died in a fire, someone died in a pistol, someone died in a car accident, he can see it, he can also solve some shadows in the life of the person who seeks help in life. He can use the sacrifice and transfer the curse to the sacrifice, and then the curse can be lifted. He is good at using smoke, smoke will bring people into the underworld, the wind of the underworld will guide people back to the past, he is a terrible guy, even bandits are afraid of him, the boatman dared to come to rob the monastery so presumptuous when he learned that Reno was not in the monastery, he wanted revenge, Father Reno almost took the boatman's life, just like that, I didn't expect the boatman to meet you, the mysterious Brother Ringer, where did you come from? The boatman's luck is so bad, the police and soldiers have been arresting him all these years, with no effect at all, and he has lost his soldiers, can you tell me what is your relationship with Father Reno? ”

Ringer laughed and replied, 'He's got a fart relationship with me.' Don't mention Reno. ”’

"No, if he's here, we might be able to survive, and I think so, he has the ability to be evil."

Ringer glared at him: 'I'm not evil? ’

"Yes, the monk is even more evil, he can summon such a terrifying evil spirit, the legendary entity evil spirit, it is physical, and it can also hold a weapon, in my memory, it can summon a soul with a little consciousness, that is a very remarkable thing, I admit, you are unfathomable, you make people feel small, but you are also helpless against the current predicament, I am right."

"You say that, I'm not as good as Reno?"

"Facts speak louder than words, maybe you are far superior to Reno in some way, but overall you are not his opponent, I think so, your ability, I personally think ------ similar to me."

"And what are you going to do?"

"I hold your hand, I can tell you about your past, I can see through, I can look through walls, I can guess what is hidden behind me, and of course, I have other skills, such as predicting danger."

Ringer tilted his head sideways.

The big red robe nodded seriously, not like a joke.

"Bragging, you need a little foundation, you can't help but make a draft, if you can predict danger, why did you come to the monastery and become our prisoner? ! ”

The corners of the big red robe's mouth curled up, expressing regret.

"I'm not lying, monk, I used to be a shaman."

"You're not like that."

The psychic is standard, Diana mentioned it to him, and Ringer also knows a little: smoky makeup, dark red lips, lip studs, and a shrouded in death.

Shamans were first called "holy fools" and were a group of people covered in dirt and half-crazy. Later, because the words of shamans were often fulfilled, they began to mingle in society as witch doctors, warlocks, and soothsayers. Eastern Russia relied heavily on the superpowers of these shamans, calling them "magic", and this belief perpetuated and spread.

"You don't look like an undead summoner, and I know that Diana is a witch, a witch with magical powers."

'I don't need to say this, the dean knows that Diana is not an ordinary person. ’’