The flames were burning, and the woman had become a burning man completely.

But she didn't struggle and roll to try to extinguish the flames on her body, but usually swung her legs to the side, like a girl who had just gotten up in the morning, sitting calmly in the flames.

The white light on her body did not appear again, and the woman's skin was shattered little by little in the flames.

"Bang!"

At this moment, I remembered another bang, like a fire scene where a secondary explosion occurred, and the woman's disintegrated body suddenly ignited with blue flames, like blue flowers blooming.

Roshi frowned, subconsciously hurriedly became vigilant, grabbed Margaret and prepared to retreat.

"Hmm? There's an image in there... Is it a memory from a mutilated soul?" Margaret didn't move, breaking free of Rossi's hand and pointing ahead

Only then did Roshi notice that there were some vague scenes in those blue flame flowers, and Roshi took a general look at them, and the contents seemed to be some experiences in front of the woman.

Roshi first came to a desolate land where no grass grew, and what seemed to be a long-lasting drought filled the whole land like a spider's web.

Bodies of people who had died of famine could be seen everywhere in the land, lying on the ground, and the eyes of everyone in sight were filled with despair and grief.

Suddenly, the light dimmed slightly, and a dark cloud floated in the distance, and the people on the ground got up in unison and looked at the dark cloud with nervous expressions.

After a while, the rain fell, and the people cheered in the pouring rain, and after a while, they knelt down in one direction.

There, there was a high mountain, and a figure stood on the top of the mountain, with a slight glow on his fingertips, slowly paddling in front of him, leaving trails behind, and Roshi, who was familiar with rune gestures, knew that this was a wizard.

As soon as the picture turned, the crowd lined up in a long line, holding all kinds of fruits and exquisite food in their hands, and walked up to a high mountain, judging from the shape of the cliff, Roshi should be the one in front.

At the top of the hill stood a small wooden house, where the crowd stopped, and parted on both sides, and out came a beautiful girl in a white veil, her big eyes with fear and nervousness, and the people fell to their knees in front of the door of the wooden house.

The door to the hut opened, and a handsome young man stepped inside, holding a thick hard-shell book in his hand, dressed in a black slim-fitting tunic and dressed somewhat like a missionary.

He looked distressed and motioned for the kneeling man to get up.

The people got up and sent the girl forward, and the relatives seemed to try to stop it, but to no avail, and after thanking the young man again, they quickly left, leaving only the young relatives and the girl on the cliff with the cold wind.

The girl's expression looked extremely nervous, and her body was even trembling, and she stayed where she was in place in panic.

Nian Qin looked at the girl who was wearing a thin tulle skirt, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and soon there was a thick robe in his hand, he stepped forward to put this robe on for the girl, and then turned around and walked into the house with a book, and when he came to the door, he saw that the girl had not moved, and called her again.

The gaze followed the girl's perspective into the cabin, and Roshi also saw the interior of the house, when he saw Roxi's eyelids jumped violently, and his heart even twitched unconsciously.

It was a small house with a radius of only a few square meters, no different from an ordinary cabin, and there was no extra furnishings in the room, except for a wooden table in the center, and an oil lamp was burning in the center of the table, and the faint light of the fire illuminated the surrounding scene.

At this time, there was a man sitting next to the wooden table, who seemed to be about the same age as his relatives, wearing a very ordinary gray robe that even looked a little shabby.

However, this young man had a very handsome appearance, with angular features and jewel-like eyes, which did not match his simple dress in the slightest, like a prince disguised as a beggar, and was laughing at the young man who entered the door.

The point is...

A silver chain was fastened to the belt around his waist, one end of which was connected to his pocket, and because of the folds, half of the pocket was open, leaking out the contents of it, which was an item that Roshi was extremely familiar with, reflecting a faint metallic glow in the light of the fire.

It was a silver pocket watch...

..................

The hall on the first floor of the underground mausoleum.

"Purgatory Totem?"

A voice of surprise rang out in the dimly lit hall as Magles stood in front of a stone pillar, frowning at the pattern on the totem.

"Is something wrong?" said a puzzled voice, and a black-robed man covered under the brim of a tall hat stepped up to a young woman with a dull expression.

"This totem. Magles softened his attitude, and raised his hand to his best student:

"This is one of the original totems used by the Necromantic Tower, the Purgatory Totem, remember the shape of this grimace, he represents the pain and hideousness of the Abyssal Demon when it is burned by the Nether Flames, open your eyes and write it down"

"Yes, Mentor. ”

The black-robed man didn't seem to have a good eyesight, leaned in front of the stone pillar, and then slowly raised his head, revealing his face below... It turned out to be a face with no skin and flesh, and only Sensen's bones remained.

"Bang!"

With a crisp sound, two dark blue flames ignited in the empty skull, and the pupils formed by the flames erupted into their sockets, glanced at the totem, and then extinguished them again.

"Student, Mentor!" said the black-robed man with his head down

Magles nodded, then frowned and pondered, why is there a totem of their Necromantic Tower here, and it is still a totem of purgatory?

This totem was discontinued thousands of years ago, when the tower master left this plane, and not many people even knew about him in the Necromantic Tower.

Because there is an important rule in the Necromantic Tower, only wizards who have refined the Holy Fire Necromantic Flame are eligible to use this totem.

And in the past thousands of years, no one has refined the Dead Soul Flame for thousands of years.

In this kind of place... A wizard who can wield the Flame of the Dead?

Magles frowned and searched through all the wizards he knew, but still found nothing.

"Maglesian Wizard!"

At this moment, an impatient voice came from behind, and not far away, a fiery red shadow walked up.

She said indifferently at Magles, "Do you want to arrest your annoyance?"