Anle Town!

The drizzle drenched the mottled blue-striped stones on the ground.

The town that had experienced the war had returned to its usual hustle and bustle after half a winter, but there was a bit of depression in the hustle and bustle.

The deceased is gone, but the days still have to be lived, this is life!

A magic rune paper shop on Main Street.

There are two figures on the counter in the store, one black and one white, and the black figure is of course the night!

The white figure sat on a broken wooden chair, and there was an oil-paper umbrella on the ground beside him, which had already returned to its ordinary appearance, showing no trace of the dead ghosts, too ordinary.

The white figure looked at the night with a piece of white crystal carved and sharpened, carved and sharpened very carefully, usually every time before the knife, you have to think for a long time, sometimes you may not be able to get a knife in a day, this situation has been more than half a month.

"Xiao Langjun, what are you doing here? It's been a few days since you carved it, you should be a character like this?"

"Little wife, I have been holding back for three or four months, and my anger has finally subsided, and I am willing to say a word to your lover?"

"Humph!"

The dark night put down the carving in his hand, his eyes narrowed, and he said to Qianying, who was pouting with a cherry mouth: "Don't be angry! You love you so much! How can you be allowed to leave so ruthlessly?"

"Get out, don't give the slave family a chance, as long as there is a chance waiting to crush your bones and ashes!"

After a while, he shook his head and said, "Tsk! My wife's temper is so explosive, it seems that your lover is really muddy, and I will sleep with you tonight!"

"Come on, the slave family is very anxious, and you have let the concubine sleep alone in the oil-paper umbrella for so many days, you are also a ruthless person!"

"Haha~~"

Listening to the white shadow in front of him, he laughed out loud.

Of course, this white beautiful figure is a white-clothed ghost, Er Yu!

The night deceived this white-clothed ghost!

He didn't fulfill his oath to the God of Contract at all, and the profound wordplay in his previous life was not something that this powerful ghost who had cultivated for thousands of years in the Eastern Desert North Mountain Range could understand.

A tonic for 10,000 ghosts?

Does one a day count?

Do you want to be free?

Isn't that the ability to come in and out of an oil-paper umbrella at will?

The oath of the God of Contract?

What the hell!

The first thing he did when he came back from the night was to go to the sewer to smash the door number of Anneminster, and the old man didn't know why he was doing this, and he didn't know why he was doing this, and when he took out his oil-paper umbrella in the night, he knew what kind of work he had taken, and he looked bitter!

The old man could only smash his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, and he paid more than 100,000 gold coins to give him an oil-paper umbrella that was greatly changed, and he didn't expect that he could get such a powerful main soul in the dark night!

The night was satisfied with the broken wooden house of Anne Minster, and after the main soul position of the oil paper umbrella underwent a major change in Annai Minster, all the three hundred magic arrays above became a forbidden magic array, and the powerful ghost Eryu was thinking that it would be easy to run out of this oil paper umbrella as if it were climbing to the sky!

Of course, the oil-paper umbrella is so wasted, don't think about storing a dead soul anymore, and the plan to wander all souls in the dark will come to naught.

However, Anneminster said to the night, as long as the main soul of this "high IQ" is controlled, and when it becomes a junior rank, there is the seed of the void, and such an oil-paper umbrella will become a chicken rib.

After listening to the old man's words in the dark, I was really eager for this year's big exam!

"Xiao Langjun, your red-haired dog is short of food again, and it makes people feel upset when they look at it!"

Listening to what the ghost Eryu said in the dark night, he glanced towards the courtyard.

Really!

The gloomy sky is already drizzling, this small courtyard is even more ghostly, endless traces of black gas straight towards this courtyard, under the earth is a burst of cold air surging, the entire bluestone strip above the ground, there is a layer of black fog, even the crisp rain in spring can not pour out this layer of light black fog, this is not fog, this is dead air!

It turned out that there were still a few pots of green plants in the small courtyard, but later after the "red-haired dog" mentioned by Li Ghost Eryu, it became a grass that did not grow, and no amount of green plants could escape the fate of gray defeat and death.

Seeing this scene in the dark night, he sighed, got up and walked towards the backyard, walked to a notch, stepped on the abyssal blood mud that had dried up at the bottom, and then took a bucket of thick and bloody unknown beast blood and poured it on it.

After the bucket of blood was poured on the night, the light mist and dead air in the courtyard suddenly lost the object of pulling, and slowly sank into the earth.

This is to cut down that red-haired corpse against Blackbeard!

Blackbeard cut off the red-haired corpse that day, and was covered in the black gas sprayed by the corpse, and stared fiercely at the night when he finished cleaning the "battlefield", his chest and abdomen rose and fell violently, and after seeing what his nephew of the pit uncle did, he was obviously not angry!

The tomb is not as rich as I thought, it can be said that this red-haired ghost was also a stinky and poor sour when he was alive in his previous life, but he somehow found out that the tomb of the original owner was his own, and he practiced the art of feeding corpses.

And the black night is even more goose plucking, the only two things in the main tomb, a black coffin and the Xuanhua axe, waiting for his black beard to unload a leg and arm of the red-haired corpse, the night is greedy and squatted in the corner to admire the heroic appearance of his second uncle for a long time.

Although Blackbeard didn't catch anything, he was also poisoned by corpses, and he could only stare at the "harmless to humans and animals" in the dark night!

It's safe to say that the night has finally won on this old thing!

Blackbeard stared at his big smiling face, and he didn't even say a word in anger, grabbed his big red fat bird, and raised it into the air, this timid big fat bird instantly stretched out, and directly turned into a huge shadow that covered the sky, and Blackbeard stepped on the back of the bird.

"Quack!"

The big red fat bird let out an ugly cry into the night, smashed directly through the dome of the tomb, and flew towards the sky!

The snow and ice on the ground fell, and with a dull face in the night, he was a little bit of a composure, this big red fat bird that had been forgotten by his brother and exploded the chrysanthemum, was actually such a ferocious monster.

I was scared when I thought about it at night, and I threatened to stew it that day, which was ridiculous!

The dark night feels that the big red fat bird who can only speak will definitely not be inferior to his blackbeard in strength.

Turning his head back to look at the red-haired corpse on the ground that had been dismembered, there was a burst of laughter in his eyes, Blackbeard was a wind system, if it was an undead mage, a treasure like this would not be left to him at all.

This red-haired corpse was unloaded with an arm and a leg by Blackbeard, the soul was like a gossamer, the sternum was even more sunken, the black blood water all over the ground, and the red-haired grimace was half collapsed.

After pressing the soul fire towards this red-haired corpse a few times, he finally had another army of undead charging corpses in the night!

It's still a high-level red-haired one!

It's just that he has been crippled by Blackbeard, and if the injuries of this gang were estimated to be dead by the living, this is also a zombie, but he doesn't know how much blood needs to be sucked by such an injury, and how long it will take to keep it intact!

The dark night stepped on the soaked abyssal blood mud, and the red-haired corpse that watched the ground stop was not there, turned his head and picked up the broom next to him mixed with the misty rain, and swept the blood of the demonic beast that had just burst out in the courtyard.

"Coming back?"

The dark night watched a small chubby figure walk towards the backyard and said to him.

"Hmm!"

Forget the worry and answer the night, look at what he is doing, ignore it, and walk towards the kitchen in the back of the courtyard with a magic book, this is to cook.

"Alas, I'll give your brother three months!"

It's a little sad to look at the silent back of the forgetful old man in the dark night, this is not the carefree and hippie brother before, this is not maturity, this is still immersed in the death of a good old man, too sad to extricate himself!

The night threw the broom into the corner and glanced around the old house, and it was gloomy!

There are too many good old man marks here.

He turned and went into the back kitchen, looked at the man who was squatting on the stove and reading a magic book while burning the fire, walked over and crouched next to him, picked up a broken log and threw it into the blazing stove.

"Why don't you go out today?"

Forget his worries and didn't raise his eyes, seeing his brother come to help him light the fire, he put all his attention on the magic book in his hand.

"How can there be so many ghosts to catch, but it wasn't last fall! There are fewer bruises on my face, why haven't I been fighting recently?"

The dark night didn't turn his head, his eyes stared at the crackling wooden board in the hot stove, and said to forget his worries, since the good old man left, in the past few months, the night has often been in such a daze with his brother, and the two of them have less to cook, but there are still leftovers every time, as if they are always keeping his share for one person.

"They can't get close to me anymore!"

Listening to Forget Worry's words, he turned his head to look at Forget Worry's slightly thin face, shook his head and smiled, and said to him: "My brother is my brother!"

"Yes, my brother has been pressed in the academy for four years, how can I follow his old path, I must be first!"

Listening to Forget Worry in the dark night, it was all at once in his head, but this sentence choked him enough, and he smiled and scolded him: "Get out! You are the same in my term! Don't talk about this, let me tell you something." ”

"What's the matter?"

"Your brother will graduate in three months, and then I'll go to Dean Ogal to ask for a letter of recommendation for you, let's go to Dongxi City to live?"

I want to leave in the dark, not only for the convenience of living there for this year's big exam, but also for his younger brother to forget his worries, in this world since the good old man left, it can be said that forgetting worries is all he has, the two of them depend on each other in this world, he doesn't want to see the former hippie brother disappear since then, and he has become deeply depressed at a young age.

This place has been marked by the good old man with too many marks on him, not only forgetting his worries and being silent when he comes back from the academy every day, but also his night in such a weather will inevitably touch the scene and sadness, he estimates that he will never forget the scene when the good old man gave him the piece of black bread in his life.

Change an environment, change a world, forget your worries and give yourself a new life.

It's just that he can't get into the intermediate academy when he arrives at night, at least he forgets to enter a good junior magic academy, which is better than the one in this town.

The college in this town is good because it has a good style of study, and it is too loose to say that it is not good.

"What about Grandpa?"

Forget to worry and listen to what the night said, he was stunned for a moment with the magic book in his hand, and turned his head to the night and said seriously.

Bitter smile in the night!

"Let's go!"