Regarding the poverty of the warlock uncle, all the Mingguang people think that it is not sudden, how to say it, it probably belongs to a step-by-step uh...

No, it's an ongoing process.

If nothing else, think about it, just the accumulation of more than 10,000 wallets that Uncle Warlock once lost is already a very staggering number.

Cough...

Moreover, the Warlock Master has now found a new way to store his wealth and open the ship.

For example, if you put your money here in Lin Chou or something, what you need to buy will be purchased by Bao Erquan Mingguang, without going through your own hands at all.

This ingenious strategy made the warlock master more and more aware of poverty, knowing that in the past, when he went out to eat, he had to prepare eight wallets with him, and divide the money in the eight wallets into sixteen parts, and hide them in various hidden places on his body and body.

Well, if Uncle Warlock manages to fill his stomach with this money today, he may spend the next few days randomly teleporting inconsequential parts like his arms, legs, or head—or he may be blown up by an experimental explosion of considerable yield.

"Ahem!"

Uncle Warlock cleared his throat and said mysteriously,

"Lin'er, Er'er, you made it!"

Lin Chou: "..."

Zhao Er: "..."

Can you talk well?

"I, Warlock, am about to become rich!"

Zhao Er reacted for a while, and said cautiously,

"You... Are you finally ready to blow up Mingguang..."

Warlock: "??? ”

It's not nonsense, after blowing up Mingguang, Uncle Warlock must be the only rich man left on the Mingguang Ruins.

The warlock didn't bother to pay attention to Zhao Er's nonsense,

"You know, I didn't just say, oh, before I could say it, I was interrupted by this big cat - my experiment! Pregnant! Breakthrough! ”

The warlock's \(^o^)/ face was full of ghostly joy, and casually sprinkled the huge ~ used as an emphatic sentence,

"I've mastered a technique that can make people immortal!!"

Cold, directly cold.

The warlock scratched his head and said,

"I said, you guys give me a reaction, I'm a super powerful technology for the benefit of all mankind, hey? Feed! You two are disconnected?? ”

Lin Chou clapped his hands vigorously,

"Oh yes! Good! Terrible! ”

Warlock: _(:з」∠)_

"I can't talk anymore, let's go!"

Zhao Er hurriedly grabbed the warlock, and at this time he was not afraid that the warlock uncle's unlucky attribute would be infected.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, didn't I react for a while, this is too scary, immortal? Uncle, you're not kidding..."

The warlock shouted loudly,

"What are you kidding?"

"What a joke!"

"Let me tell you, do you know how much I have paid for this technology, you look at my dark circles, huh? Look at my eyeband, huh? Look at my wrinkles, huh?! ”

Zhao Er took a look, and there was nothing to do.

The warlock said excitedly,

"The snowman and I studied the little female ghost - eh, you still don't know how precious this little female ghost is, do you? I'm telling you..."

In short, the two of them have been popularized by science for a whole time, and in the vast life of the warlock uncle, they have never seen a native ghost in Mingguang like this.

"Get down to business, get down to business!"

"Ah, yes, yes..."

"The snowman and I have discovered a very, very amazing thing by studying that little female ghost, she actually came from before the cataclysm, do you know, she is not even an awakened person, and the awakened person has such a powerful spiritual power, and it is said that the chance of becoming a ghost is much greater than that of ordinary people?"

"But that's not the case, I know it's so unreasonable."

"According to what she said before the cataclysm, she is an earth-bound spirit, she even has a physical body, but I don't know where it remains under Yanhui Mountain, I used the Soul Separation Technique and the Soul Locking Array to get her out of the shackles of Yanhui Mountain, of course, it didn't succeed..."

"Say! Correct! Affair! ”

"Using her as a medium, coupled with the ability of me and the snowman and the catalyst of a loss, the spirit of the living can be stripped out, that is, the soul, the body is not destroyed, the soul is immortal, in a sense, this is immortality!"

"Isn't that the same as the way to rebel against the party?" Zhao Er's eyes widened and he asked suspiciously, "I said, Uncle Warlock, your so-called 'Lost Catalyst' shouldn't be that you ground Liu Renjun into powder and put it into medicine!" ”

Uncle Warlock was shocked,

"Damn, you look stupid, how did you come up with that? I've been thinking about it for a long time..."

"Anyway, that kid has a batch of strong regeneration ability, no matter how he cuts the meat, he won't hang up, and the waste is used."

"Immortality, and it's completely different from the way of betraying the party, okay, people who come out of the soul are almost no different from normal people, they can walk, they can jump, they can eat and drink, I can use magic to simulate their bodies, but I don't have the ability to awaken, I can even secretly strip away all their 'bad' thoughts, in the words before the cataclysm, what is this called - utopia! It's all good! It's all happiness! Hey! ”

"You say, let them use 'life' all... No... Would they be willing to exchange half of their wealth for this chance of immortality? Ouch, I'm going to let me cross my waist, but it's awesome to me, in short, your warlock uncle is rich! ”

Zhao Er couldn't help but shudder,

"You have a really scary idea, you know..."

The warlock casts a black question mark,

"Why is it terrible? How terrible! ”

“...”

Zhao Eryi was speechless,

"It's scary anyway, I... I don't understand it for a while! ”

Zhao Er usually doesn't watch the utopian movies in various senses before the cataclysm, in short, the result is either you destroy or I destroy or everyone destroys together, and I can't pick out a slightly more reasonable and legal one among the eight hundred endings - is this like a word?

The warlock shrugged,

"I don't really understand your thoughts on pure material creatures, I know that with a good example of betraying the party, no one can accept this kind of high technology, heh, geniuses are always lonely, but fortunately, Uncle Warlock has been prepared..."

"Dangdangdang~ Look, what is this!"

Uncle Warlock puffed out of his cuff a transparent luminous object the size of a pre-cataclysmic drought-proof bucket, and as soon as this object appeared, lightning lit up around it, and the lightning was drawn in all directions like a whip, with a particularly dazzling colored light.

In the transparent crystal barrel, the silver-flame beauty crackled with a leather whip, and the poor little female ghost hung upside down on a steel pipe, sweating and making a gesture of spreading her wings—the wings were her two legs.

Warlock: ヾ (???? ﹏??)????