"Removing the nature of divine power and retaining only the structural attributes of the Heroic Spirit, this kind of thing can be done!" The solemnity on Tagore's face was not pretended this time, he knew very well what it meant, and this level of use was not something that those "eagle dogs and lackeys" could do. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"It's more serious than we thought, how did you think my old fellow who had stepped into the coffin with half his legs in such a chaotic time? Can't those fellows wait for me to hang up in peace before they come out and bounce?" said Tim with a smirk on his face.

"Don't think about it, I think you'll be a hard worker even if you go to the cemetery, and you'll probably be up and down in less than two days, and you'll have to come back here, so don't be idle and live a long life, and do your research honestly." Tagore sighed lightly, recovering from his musings and unceremoniously striking his old friend.

"Forget it, I'm in charge of research anyway, and it's none of my business to fight outside in the dark. Well, I have already reported this to St. Alyon, and there is no special reply from there, so we will wait and see. ”

"It can only be like this, after all, we don't have much spare strength now, if we want to survive this turmoil, we still have to hand it over to the new generation, we old guys, just silently cheer in the rear. ”

As the two old fellows spoke, they walked down the platform and walked towards the exit of the test area, Tim seemed to think of something, and suddenly raised his eyebrows and asked, "How about the undead who has been listed as a key observation object?

Tagore pondered for a moment and said: "Putting aside the special aspect of the soul, his strength has improved very rapidly, I heard that he was only a low-level immortal who had just awakened half a year ago, but now he already has a high-level combat power, which is also unique among the undead, after all, he is improving step by step, and has not passed the way of devouring." ”

"For most of the past month, he has experienced the baptism of war on the battlefield with the heirs of the Tyl Harrod family, but unlike his usual mildness and humor, as soon as he stepped into the battlefield, he ......" Tagore paused suddenly, as if searching for some suitable words, until he walked out of the door of the experimental area with Tim, and did not speak again: "He is like a grim reaper who mercilessly harvests life." You've seen the scene of cutting wheat, that's what it feels like. ”

Tim frowned, knowing that what Tagore was trying to convey was not how fast the wheat was cut, but the fact that the undead saw life on the battlefield as wheat. He tugged at his chin and said, "This doesn't mean anything, maybe he was a warrior who fought in the flames of war for many years during his lifetime, which can explain the influence of a particular environment on his character, and other individual undead have also had such problems." ”

"Of course I know that, but he gives me a very different feeling, even...... It makes me a little uneasy. ”

"Pull it down, since the old antiques at Haim Academy didn't say anything, don't be suspicious. ”

......

Outside the Black Hour Tower, a group of undead were roaming gracefully past the gate, interspersed with a skeleton with a pale soul fire.

Bai Huang didn't know that there were two old guys talking about him in the tower less than a few meters away, if he could make an expression at this time, he must be full of helplessness, he thought that he would escape from the clutches of the old pervert after leaving Haim Academy, but he didn't expect to be "invited" to run together when he came to the border of the kingdom.

A group of undead who had two feet in the grave were probably trained by the old perverts at Haim Academy to become uncomfortable not running, and even brought the strange atmosphere of undead running to Desri. So Bai Huang, as a new face, was pulled together by a group of enthusiastic old-timers to get acquainted.

Nima, is this still the front line of the war? What about the cold and violent undead? How can this look like a group of retired old cadres wandering in the park!

Ah~ But forget it, it's rare to be a little cleaner these days, so you should relax~

Bai Huang thought so, but with this relaxation, his entire skeleton was immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself.

After following a group of old guys who have entered the ground, Bai Huang was actually dragged to participate in the "King Chef Competition" once a month, but the name sounds domineering, in fact, it is a lively party held by a group of idle amateur chefs, which is similar in nature to the activities held by the streets.

It's just that these contestants are wonderful, not to mention Bai Huang's group of immortals, even if you throw a brick at will, you can hit a master.

"I said you guys are really idle and have nothing to do!" Bai Huang began to regret that he had mentioned some cooking knowledge in a similar manner, and then he was "forced to go to Liangshan".

"Don't say that, wars are wars, and life still has to be lived. A floating lich said with a pipe in his mouth, he was wearing a scholar robe with red edges on a black background, and a ghost dressed in an evening dress next to him also quipped: "Don't say that, I think you're very happy yourself, you can't fool me~"

"Oh, Marilyn, is it really nice for you to come on in an evening dress? A skeleton with the appearance of an aristocracy, even if only the skeleton remains, still has an elegant posture and said humorously.

"Hahaha, you fake old pervert, do you want her to change clothes here?"

Bai Huang held his forehead with his hand, and then spread his hand and walked into the venue with Marilyn.

The venue was set up in a casual setting, with many food storage points on one side, rows of cooking stations, and long dining tables at the end, so that anyone who wanted to eat could enjoy the chef's meticulous preparations. But in fact, there is no such scramble for seats, not because of the high quality of the people, but because the people who want to try the food must definitely hold on to the consciousness of death, and the people who are usually sent to emergency rescue due to food poisoning...... Well, it's not much, it's really not much.

Zizizi...... As soon as Bai Huang approached the cooking table, he saw an old man who looked like Frankenstein pour a bottle of bubbling green solution into the pot, and then ...... There was no then, because the entire pot, including the counter, melted.

"Oh my! Why did you let old Jim in again, didn't he destroy enough?" a man who looked like a host called two tall security guards to hang the old man out.

Bai Huang touched the cold sweat that didn't exist, expressed his feelings to Marilyn, and then walked to the ingredients, and began to plan to cook a few delicious dishes after a long time to see if his cooking skills had regressed. (To be continued.) )