Zhu Peng got the information and materials he wanted from the Death Eaters Igna, but the poor little girl with curly blond hair died. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Her face at the moment of death was very serene, perhaps because of the ease with which the torture had stopped, or because of the terrible cry of the murderer in her ears. The man in the black leather coat squatted next to the girl, opened his eyelids and looked at the eyeball, pressed the girl's carotid artery for a moment, and then he shook his head.

"Already brain dead. She was forced to take a soul-binding potion infused with the Walking Dead Grass, which would stimulate her life potential, forcibly lift her spirits, and make the pain of the recipient unable to numb...... This kind of damage is irreversible for ordinary people, and as soon as we save it, the tense nerve in the brain relaxes, and the body collapses completely. Zhu Peng took off the crystal clasp containing Igner's soul in the black iron ring on the middle finger of his left hand and refilled it with one.

Then he cast another "soul trap" spell on the corpse of the golden curly-haired girl, and the next moment, the man's five sharp nails on his left hand popped out like blades, and he performed a black tiger heart-digging technique.

Shuff! The truth on the side saw Zhu Peng's hand digging into the left heart of the girl in front of him, and then spun and pulled it out like lightning, and there was a slightly wriggling heart in his hand.

The body of the golden curly-haired girl shook a few times, and the next moment, a light purple mist slowly merged into the ring on Zhu Peng's left hand little by little, and in that soul crystal stone, the girl's soul burned faintly like a flame in it. Zhu Peng used a soul trap to forcibly break the effect of the soul-binding potion.

"Find a good church and let the clergy pray for her every day to resolve her grievances, hoping to return to the eternal Styx sooner rather than later. Zhu Peng took the soul crystal off the ring again, and handed it to the truth that his eyes were a little red, and as for the heart, he disposed of it slightly, and put it in a warm food box in the corner, which was obviously one of the containers for the Ignates to store their works, and they needed to borrow it overnight.

"Marina, give me your gun...... Truth Nai!?"

Looking back, Zhu Peng saw that his sister was still holding the soul crystal in a daze, a girl in the flower season died in front of him like this, for the truth Nai, who was just seventeen years old, this impact was a little bigger.

“...... Blue sky, green lawn, white walls, red roof...... Beef stew and potatoes made by her grandmother, a family photo drawn by her younger brother Little Jack, and gifts from her family when she died...... Obviously there is such a happy family, this girl is still nagging about these when she is dying, she still thinks that she can go back to see her family alive, she obviously did nothing wrong...... Brother, why did she suffer such a misfortune?" Zhu Peng's question made Zhu Peng a little unsure of how to answer, and after a moment of silence, he looked sideways at the clock in the room.

It was 1:20 a.m., and there was not much time left until the 28th Black Mass entered.

"Truth Nai...... You can keep this scene in mind as a motivation for your future progress and reflection, but the energy of the body and mind is limited, at least at this time, do not use this limited energy in meaningless sadness and self-doubt. As he spoke, Zhu Peng took two steps forward and took the violent shotgun in the hand of Zhennai, and then smeared the fat of the corpse on it, and the revolver and dagger on his body were not spared, and they were all smeared with a layer of corpse oil as an isolation layer.

"The phone was thrown away first, and the carriage that picked up the Ignats for Black Mass was most likely inflicted with necromancy, and anything with a strong magnetic field could be easily detected. Zhu Peng gave orders while working.

Zhenna wiped the tears from her cheeks, and then took out her mobile phone and put it aside, and at this time, Zhu Peng dismantled the bodies of the Ignates in a very short time and at a very fast speed:

Bai Huahua's brain, dead eyes, fresh skulls and hearts, and complete kidneys and other materials, although he knew that anatomy was a basic skill that any system wizard must master, but the first time he saw Zhu Peng dismantle the two corpses that had just died, and put away the items that he had won by category, Zhenna still felt a little inexplicably afraid, and he couldn't help at all for a while.

Although, her grades in the anatomy class at the academy were actually quite good.

Fortunately, Zhu Peng is still very efficient even if he does it himself, the ten fingers of his hands are the sharpest knives and the most flexible pliers, and there are dark red blood killing tricks and claws blessed with fighting energy, and tearing apart the corpse is as easy for Zhu Peng as a hot knife cutting butter.

At 1:25 a.m., Zhu Peng and Zhennai were standing at the foggy intersection at the entrance of the underground tavern, waiting for the arrival of the black carriage in Igna's mouth.

“...... Brother, am I behaving badly, I can't help at all. While waiting, Marina suddenly asked in a low voice.

"It's already good, after all, you have received professional training from the academy, if it was Ma Zhe's kid who went in with me just now, I'm afraid I won't be able to be so self-controlled and quiet for you, let that rough man fight and kill people, let him watch me quietly dismantle the human body into pieces, I'm afraid it will be more difficult." That guy seems to be calm, but he is actually quite broken-mouthed, especially the more volatile his emotions are, the more broken his mouth becomes. Zhu Peng appeased the truth, although they didn't help much, but they didn't cause any trouble, and now they are still helping to get things, so it's not good to have higher requirements.

“...... Brother, won't you be completely afraid, completely sad and hesitant, and affected by these emotions?"

“...... It's not that I can't at all, it's just that I'm used to meditating and meditating before every martial arts competition or dealing with something, setting up a mental cue or two for myself, and then for the next eight to twelve hours, I can clearly write down what I've experienced, but in the process I won't be affected by emotions, and everything will be handled in a relatively rational state. In fact, when I go back, when I shut myself up in a quiet room to summarize and reflect, I will also be sad, sad, and occasionally blame myself and be annoyed, these are all resources for exercising the soul, but when doing things, because of the psychological hints set in advance, I will not be swayed by them. ”

"Sounds amazing. ”

"It's a very simple mental skill, but if you want to be really stable and solidified, it's best to start practicing from a young age, after reaching the Dan Dao Fairyland, the artistic conception of long-term practice will be basically solidified, and there will be a certain defensive effect on some illusions and psychic shocks, and the probability of passing the negative spell will test will be relatively high. ”

By this time, it was already 1:28 a.m.

A pitch-black carriage pulled by two brown horses broke through the thick fog and ran out, and it diffused a faint but powerful aura of the dead around it, and it was also because of this aura that this carriage was able to shuttle through the wizarding city of "Hundred Ghosts at Night" safely and soundly.

In the distribution of power in the dark world, necromancers are one of the most powerful ones, a group of people with a lot of face, even if they are arrogant bloodlines or rampaging werewolves, when they have enough food, they will not attack those difficult bone racks, they are not easy to provoke at all.

Powerful summoning techniques, terrible necromantic curses, and even relatively weak negative energy spells: corpse explosions, bone spears, bone souls, blighting techniques, and death fingers, these are all famously powerful, weaker bloodline clans and tribes, and they can't afford to provoke any necromantic black witch.

The hearse of the dead stopped in front of Zhu Peng and Zhennai who were covered in black robes, because of their own alienated roots and bloodlines, even in the dark night and dense fog, Zhu Peng could still clearly see the faint red eyes of the brown horse pulling the carriage, under the cover of fur, it was extremely fine needlework and thread stitching, and the inside of the body that seemed to be strong and full of strength was an ugly body made of countless corpse bones, including humans, chaotic animals, all kinds of mixed and intertwined, completely ignoring the rejection reaction of normal life, under the influence of the magic of the necromancer, together formed a new one"Lifeforms".

In many dimensional worlds, necromancers are considered the most blasphemous evils, and are an unbearable refutation and questioning of the "divine creationism". Although, the so-called creation of God is the biggest lie in the universe.

In fact, this causal relationship is more accurate in the other way around, without human beings, how can there be gods?

Took out a bloody heart that was simply wrapped in silk cloth from the left sleeve, and threw it to the strong coachman who wrapped himself in a thick black robe like Zhu Peng and Zhennai, the other party reached out and took it, and then directly tore the silk cloth and swallowed the heart with his head up, in that shocking glance Zhu Peng saw a terrifying face that was also covered with various needles and threads, because it was not covered with fur like a horse, this face could really scare the timid people to death in the dark night.

After paying the "fare", Zhu Peng and Zhenna got into the carriage with a large bag, there were no other Death Eaters in the carriage, the air in the sealed carriage was turbid and dark, ordinary people sitting in such carriages, it would not take long to completely lose their sense of direction, plus this hearse of the dead did not directly reach the destination, but walked around the city for a while, so even if any Death Eaters repented and wanted to confess the Black Mass gathering place, it would be impossible, because they didn't know where the real gathering place was.

I don't know how long it took in the dark, maybe it was ten minutes, it could be half an hour, and she couldn't hold back her whisper and asked, "Brother, how did you find Mr. and Mrs. Igna?"

"You mean to find out they're Death Eaters?"

"Well, actually, I didn't have any clues at first, but I just looked for a tavern with a good business in the area with the highest incidence of missing people, and places like underground taverns have always been a mixed place for news distribution, so I went there and sat there for a while, and then found uncleaned blood between the fingers of the fat female boss. Moreover, although the Ignats look cheerful and enthusiastic on the surface, their eyes are bloodshot from staying up late for a long time...... The bloodstains may have been left over from the slaughter of animals during cooking, and the bloodshot in the eyes could have been the occupational disease of running a tavern, but as soon as I had doubts in my heart, as I looked at them, I felt a little bit of a dark wizard in the couple: the kind of spiritual will that is high up and treats others like pigs and dogs. Speaking of this, Zhu Peng paused slightly to sort out his thoughts before he continued:

"Just in case I suspect a ghost, I circled the tavern twice. They did a very careful job, the sound insulation of the secret room was very good, and as a tavern owner who worked at night and rested during the day, it was reasonable to use thick curtains to cover the bedroom window...... But just like crematoriums or cemeteries can make people instinctively uncomfortable, too many people die in one place, especially those who are still tortured and died, dark energy particles will naturally gather, and I am quite sensitive in this regard, so I have this line of work tonight.

However, even I didn't expect them to do this, I thought I had found a pair of dark minions at most, but I didn't expect it to be a Death Eater of the Necromantic Dark Witch, and it was still at the level of fanaticism. Saying that, Zhu Peng said to the truth beside him with some indebtedness:

"Tonight's action is too ahead of your time, go home tomorrow and rest for two days to calm down. ”

In the darkness, Marina Akizuki shook her head.

"I'm fine, I've been wandering with my mother for so long, and I've seen a lot of tragic things in the process. It's just that I can't understand how there can be such a person as a Death Eater...... Could it be that just because you were bewitched by the dark wizard, you have completely forgotten your own position as a human being?" "It's chilling to kill your fellow human beings not because of fighting, not because of hatred, not for any other reason, just to satisfy your own spiritual needs.

“...... Because, it's not demagogy. ”

"Huh!?"

At this moment, the carriage stopped, and a moment later the door opened, and another Death Eater in a black robe got into the car, and the outsider also swallowed Zhu Peng's next words.

The Necromantic Dark Witch called on the Death Eaters to establish a Black Mass, and eventually even formed a cult belief in evil gods, which is a cult school that is very common in the multiverse. However, this necromantic school does not rely on demagogic spells or simple brainwashing tricks.

It's that the Necromantic Dark Witch line really has something unique that surpasses other wizarding schools...... For example, they can regenerate severed limbs, rejuvenate the recipient, cure terminal diseases, and even resurrect the dead, not as zombies, but really, completely.

They can even break the innate restriction and make mortals who have no spiritual power qualifications at all become wizards.

Because it is really not a deception, it has made countless ordinary people and even the most intelligent people addicted to it, and perhaps there is a huge price to pay in the process, such as the classic "rejuvenation of youth" in necromancy.

Human beings from the prime of life to old age, the skin slowly loses its brilliance and crawls full of deep wrinkles, strength, speed, physical strength and even brain power begin to fade, even if you have a successful career, your waist is full of money, but you have lost your youth, even in the face of a beautiful little girl, you have a weak heart.

When people get old, they gradually lose all their happiness.

However, becoming a Death Eater can restore your youth, albeit briefly but true, but you need to use your direct blood relatives as nourishment for recovery, which is about a 100-to-1 conversion ratio:

Kill your son who will live for a hundred years, and you can regain a whole year of youth.

In the plane where necromancy is prevalent, there have even been many terrifying cases of extremely greedy old men turning into human demons devouring hundreds of children and grandchildren, the older they get, the more greedy they become, and once they open such a forbidden door, they can't stop at all.

Many legendary powerhouses who made a name for themselves in their youth chose to fall in their later years because of the fear of aging and death. With mental calculations or unintentional, coupled with their own ability and experience advantages, once they start to devour their blood relatives, the probability of destroying the whole family is quite high, and even those illegitimate children who are hidden in the folk will be forcibly pulled out.

And the more you devour your direct blood relatives, the higher the degree of contamination of your own bloodline, and it is impossible to create people crazily while devouring blood relatives to restore their youth, so as to be forever young before death comes. The lower the level of their own life, the faster the speed of blood pollution, and in the end, people will become completely crazy, devouring all living people with red eyes like beasts, and the final outcome is only to be destroyed, and the soul will be dragged into the deepest part of the River Styx by countless resentful spirits, leaving nothing behind.

Another example is the Death Eater's classic meditation method of soul gathering thaumaturgy, which is also an example of the special qualitative change of the necromantic system from quantitative change.

Even if it is a mortal who has no spiritual qualifications at all, the cultivation of Soul Gathering Thaumaturgy is like the constant blood sacrifice of the Ignars, at the beginning, the evil energy in the body is enhanced, and in the middle stage, it is gradually beginning to be able to cast extremely weak necromancy, and when it comes to the final stage, there have been five Death Eaters in history who have broken through their innate limitations with Soul Gathering thaumaturgy and have been promoted to become official wizards.

And none of these five Necromantic Saint-like demons had a final achievement lower than that of a legendary existence, and one of them even achieved transcendence, and two of them became demigods...... The ratio of Death Eaters forcibly breaking through with Soul Gathering Thaumaturgy is about 100 million to one, and one of the 100 million Death Eaters can complete the breakthrough, the other 95% die or give up halfway, and the remaining 4% die in the process of breaking through.

The essence of Soul Gathering Thaumaturgy is to let countless resentful spirits who have been killed by themselves possess themselves, use their spiritual power to improve their evil energy, cast spells, strengthen their power, and finally transform them into their own spiritual power to complete a breakthrough.

Each Necromantic Saint must carry at least a million resentful souls on his body, and then you must use your own will to make these undead who hate you so pure and extremely disgusted give up their hatred for you, and even turn them into your help, and finally become the source of your spiritual power...... I don't know how many times more difficult it is than breaking through the Dan Realm or something, and because of this, thousands of years in the history of wizards, endless vast planes, and billions of sentient beings, there are only five necromantic saints.

But, no matter how difficult and terrifying the process was, at least the Necromantic Witch didn't lie.

The promises they made to the Death Eaters were all kept, but whether you could do it, at what cost, and to what extent it would be done, was your own business.

It's like a woman who has loved her husband and son all her life have died, and a necromancer appears to the woman and tells her that she can resurrect her husband and son, but the process is full of thorns and difficulties, do you want to do it?

This classic routine is analyzed as a case study in the necromancer's textbooks, where you first find a woman who is smart, strong, and has no sense of right and wrong, and then create an accident for her husband and son to die in front of her...... In the end, the wizard completed the experiment, gathered the materials, and retired behind the scenes, while the poor woman died by the sword of the brave in place of the wizard, and had to bear a thousand years of scorn and infamy.

Necromancer these routines, lack of virtue and lack of are about to smoke, the average necromancer can't pass his own level, anyway, there are countless cases similar to the above situation in the Middle Ages, just find the right situation, few wizards really plan and execute themselves, dirty hands not to mention, once the goofs have to face the crazy pursuit of a completely blackened woman, and be hated by a person with a soul as an oath, that's not a fun thing, I don't know how many demons in the endless abyss and the nine-layer purgatory are looking forward to inserting a pole in this kind of thing。

The wizard is powerful, but not so powerful that he can do whatever he wants in the heavens. Necromancers, in particular, are instinctively repelled by the will of the plane in most planes, in the form of luck that is mostly not good, overall.

...... If I hadn't been lucky enough to get the inheritance of Chinese martial arts, maybe I would have chosen to follow the path of the Death Eaters, maybe I would have suffered, maybe I would regret it, but there are always some people who are not willing to be arranged by fate......

Dead wood, lonely gardens, dilapidated mausoleums of the dead.

As soon as the big ball of light rose in the sky, Zhu Peng glanced at the sky, and then got out of the carriage with Zhennai, and merged into the team of many Death Eaters like a drop of water.

It is rare for a black mass to gather at midnight and start until dawn, but from this arrangement, you can also feel the caution and difficulty of the people behind the scenes.

"I'll find an opportunity to assassinate that necromantic black witch in a moment, don't you think about helping me, find a corner to hide and hide...... Don't come out unless you see me winning, whatever you see. I have already instructed Ma Zhe that if we are not back by two o'clock this afternoon, he will inform the school and my father of the information. ”

"Brother, you're not going to fight hard, are you? ”

“...... No, I mean I can run away if I can't beat me. Find a place to hide, or I may not be able to take care of you when I run for my life. ”

"............" Zhenna looked embarrassed, but she had nothing to say.

The flow of black-robed Death Eaters walked into the mausoleum, and in the process, Zhu Peng and Zhenna saw many men and women in gloomy black robes gathered together in groups of three or five, and from time to time took out the nails, eyeballs, and skulls of dead corpses from the pockets they carried. Seeing this scene, Zhu Peng even suspected that it was not just Death Eaters here, I am afraid that there were many apprentices of the Necromantic Department who were also disguised as Death Eaters, searching for what they needed.

I went all the way to the depths of the ground, but my eyes suddenly became clear.

If it weren't for the huge skull statue hanging on it, Zhu Peng would almost have thought that he was in the great hall of the Divine Cult, with the gorgeous and exquisite throne of white bones, the solemn altar, and rows of long wooden chairs on both sides, neat and solemn.

(Necromancy here) is quite large, with many followers and a well-organized organization.) Yes, so many remnants of the earth die every day, and no one cares if they are even killed, which naturally provides a huge nourishment for such a sect...... Anyway, the bigger the scale, the more Destiny Power I get after solving it, and the whole Destiny card is trembling and thirsty, eager to cut off a certain torrent of fate and benefit itself. Sitting on the bench with Zhenzhena and watching the cult performance on the altar, Zhenzhena was still a little nervous, she bowed her head slightly and shrunk her body, while Zhu Peng slowly closed her eyes to adjust the state of her mind and body.