Even Qing Yu felt creepy when she saw this scene, but the little lady didn't react, and there were still tears on her face.

The hairy head slowly rose from the crack in the coffin, Qing Yu thought it would be Wang Chun, but when his head turned around, he saw that the sick face was actually Wang Zhuang.

At this time, Wang Zhuang was still thin, as thin as a skeleton. His face was pale and bloodless, but his eyes shone with a terrifying light. His mouth and nose were bubbling with white gas, wisps like threads of fate.

Qing Yu carefully controlled the spirit detection and went to investigate Wang Zhuang's current state. When the spirit probe approached Wang Zhuang for nearly three yards, he sensed it, and his gaze was like two dark fires jumping, piercing through the dark night until he was hiding.

"Not good!" Qing Yu felt a strong threat, and without thinking about it, he immediately turned on the shadow escape magic and fled to the street outside the palace.

"I want to leave now, it's too late!"

Wang Zhuang smiled fiercely, and his body was like a wireless kite, floating over quickly. He stretched out his two claws, and black nails grew on his ten fingers at a rate visible to the naked eye, until the nails grew to half a foot long.

Feeling the bad wind behind him, Qing Yu suddenly moved to the right, bent his fingers and shot out several fireballs.

Wang Zhuang faced the sudden fireball, opened his mouth and spit a few breaths into the fireball, and the fireball was extinguished. And the breath that was exhaled turned into a black wind, like a spirit looking for green feathers.

"What the hell is this, is it?" asked Qing Yu in surprise.

A black ghostly aura swirled around him, and his entire back suddenly became cold and stiffened. Wang Zhuang had floated in front of him, staring at him, and said gloomily: "You can sleep in peace, why do you still come to this mourning hall?"

"Curious. It's just curious. Qing Yu took a few steps back, several magical star maps were already hooked in his mind, although Wang Zhuang put a lot of pressure on him, he still had the strength to fight.

"Curiosity? Curiosity kills cats. We chose your Phoenix Dance Club because you are young and inexperienced, but you are too curious. ”

"Actually, there's no need for you to invite adventurers to come and see the home, whether you come here or not, you risk being exposed. ”

"You're right, but the people of the Chang'an City Patrol Division will be suspicious, and if they are suspicious, it will be more difficult than the suspicion of a few hunters. As soon as I fix you, everything will be back to the way it was. ”

"Wait. Seeing that Wang Zhuang wanted to make a move, Qing Yu hurriedly shouted: "I'm still curious, you really want to become a lich, and how did you become a necromancer?"

Wang Zhuang said with a sneering smile, he didn't mind explaining the doubts to the young man in front of him, what a beautiful age. At that time, he was also carefree and could concentrate on doing what he liked. But people always have to grow, and sometimes there is a price to pay for growth.

"I went to the Western Desert a year ago, and like everyone else, we thought we could easily get a record. Our entire team fell on our first mission and was captured by a powerful necromancer. He treated us like test subjects, watching his teammates die one by one, and I was half dead. Later, the necromancer was exposed, slaughtered by the Imperial army, and I was rescued half-dead. Then, returned to Chang'an. ”

"Chang'an is a cage, and the half-dead body allows me to really get in touch with death quickly. Before I was rescued, I took the necromancer's notes, which included the experiment he was doing to turn people into lichs that could perpetuate dead bodies and keep people alive. And I, I don't want to die, I want to live. ”

Qing Yu knew that the desert that Wang Zhuang was talking about was probably the army of the undead of the Satsuma people, and the necromancer, I don't know if it was the one from the Dark Sect, but I thought it wasn't. Turning a person into a lich is the last step many necromancers take, and this step is evil, and he needs to absorb a lot of essence and death. That is, a lot of people need to be killed.

He was even more strange, Wang Zhuang was only one step away from becoming a lich, how did he do it? It was not easy to kill so many people in Chang'an.

"How did you become a lich? It's not easy to kill so many people in Chang'an City. ”

"That's where my genius comes in. Do you know why I married such a lady? Because the fetus in the womb grows slowly, but it continuously supplies me with the essence I need. Dead in the womb, there is also the purest death qi. ”

"Livestock. Qing Yu scolded, no wonder he said to the outside world that he was weak and had no offspring, but he was desperately trying to marry a wife. Presumably, those fetuses died in the womb, and it was his own blood and bones.

While the two were talking, Wang Chun and Han Shan also appeared, forming a horn with Wang Zhuang. Qing Yu looked back at Wang Chun: "Do you know what he did?"

"Yes. Wang Chun's face was a little painful, and he replied very happily. Han Shan was cynical and sneering.

"So what do you want? Or are you being controlled?"

Wang Chun said: "Yes. ”

Han Shan said: "I'm because I don't want to die." ”

Wang Zhuang stretched out his tongue, his tongue was very long, no longer like a human, his tongue licked his face, and said: "Actually, I can't bear it anymore, from a few of you, I smell a very wonderful smell. The abundance of flesh and vitality of life are great supplements for me. Oh, by the way, and your dying grievances, it's all my tonic. ”

"Your deeds are indignant to the gods and gods, and Chang'an City will be your burial place. Come on, fight!"

Wang Zhuang controlled the black dead qi, condensed into a spear, and stabbed towards Qing Yu. Qing Yu hurriedly flashed, and Wang Chun behind him attacked, Han Shan's strength was the weakest, and he also occupied a place.

A beam of light suddenly erupted from Qing Yu's hand, and a fireball like fireworks shot out from his other hand. The huge light shining on the palace, coupled with the roar, must soon attract the patrol team.

"Damn it, let's kill him together. "Wang Zhuang is in a hurry.

Qing Yu faced the siege of the three people, especially Wang Zhuang, he hurriedly transported the earth and ice demons, focusing on defense. The strength of Wang Chun and Wang Zhuang is not high, and Han Shan is even lower. Wang Chun is only in the star core period, Wang Zhuang is in the star change period, and Han Shan is only in the star source period.

If it were an ordinary three warriors with such cultivation, Qing Yu had the confidence to wipe it out with a wave of his hand, but Wang Zhuang was a monster who was about to become a lich, and the corpse qi he controlled was very powerful, and Qing Yu didn't want to be messed with, so he fought more conservatively. He just had to stall for time and drag the patrol team to come.

Five minutes had passed, and no sound had been heard from the city patrol team. Wang Zhuang also settled down, and with words in his mouth, the two coffins in the mourning hall roared in, striking back and forth.

Two more corpses crawled out of the coffin, their movements stiff, and when they pounced alone, Qing Yu did not dodge this time, but directly projected the ultimate fireball technique. The two corpses dodged and suddenly burst into flames.

And the two coffins were still under Wang Zhuang's control, constantly flying over, even if they were hit by him with a fireball technique, burning, but it did not prevent them from flying.