12 points.

The Rick patrol passes through the oldest areas. There are several old graves in this area, some of which are no longer worshipped, and they are all sorted out with the help of the public and well-meaning people.

Rick saw a figure standing behind a tomb and stopped. The director's prediction was correct, it was Longda Moya.

He was about the same age as Rick, between twenty-five and thirty. The hair looks like a haphazardly cut short, uneven black hair, with a little uneven white spots. He was neither fat nor thin, neither tall nor short, of medium stature, but he gave people the feeling of withering, as if there was nothing under the skin. His eyes were black and reflected a little blue light. He was wearing a dark mage robe, and the moonlight could not determine if it was pure black. He lowered his head slightly, his back slightly bent, and his side was facing the moonlight. Holding his arm, his left hand holds the elbow of his right hand, and the fingers of the palm of his right hand naturally open to cover his own mouth.

Rick stepped closer. The other party also saw him, and raised his head from his hand to meet Xi Ke's eyes. To be sure, he was a good-looking man, with slender eyebrows, a straight nose, and an angular mouth that should have created a sense of handsomeness and majesty, but it always made people feel that something was wrong. Rick looked into his eyes, and it took several seconds to realize that the man's eyes were expressionless. Rick was sure that he was a real person, but the eyes were fake, conveying feelings that living creatures did not possess.

"Longda Moya?" asked Rick. Due to his posture, Nick guessed that maybe Longda Moya wasn't feeling well, but it didn't look like it now.

Longda Moya's gaze was on Xi Ke, but Xi Ke didn't feel that there was a reflection of Xi Ke in his eyes. Physically, he saw Xike, but psychologically it was another matter.

"Senior Brother Longda Moya?" asked Xi Ke again with the title.

"Cyktrig?" asked Longdamoya. He spoke softly, but not in a deliberately light, more laborious way of speaking. His voice was soft because he was only letting out enough breath to make a small sound.

"You know me?" asked Rick.

"Ahh Ronda Moya returned to a slightly hunched back posture, holding her elbows with her hands. He paused and said, "I know what kind of gift you're carrying. 」

Nick understood what he meant, and the "gift" referred to innate necromancy. He drew his sacrificial knife and jumped backwards, and Ash left the silver box to surround him.

"No, I didn't plan on a great mission with those people. I hate those people, the more unsubstantiated things become, the more they believe in them, and they give their souls casually, and they are more unscrupulous than merchants and prostitutes. Longda Moya should be talking to Xi Ke, but his eyes are around Xi Ke, but he is not on Xi Ke.

"Who are 'those people'?" asked Ricke.

"The man who knows your story well, but you don't even know his name. Again and again he gathered people like him, making it their mission to deal with 'those'. Why do some people always want to be heroes themselves, but they lose other people's world?

"They've looked for me, too. They also think that anyone who is different must eat their set. Once you agree with someone who has eaten the same thing, it's not that different, is it? they're just a common group of people who keep each other warm. By the way, you're a civilian now, so this kind of news won't reach your ears. The "other society" is already in turmoil. Something is going to happen soon. 」

Xi Ke slowly put away the sacrificial knife, and most of the little ash returned to the silver box, but he was still on guard.

Rondamoya continued, "The three major problems of boring human beings. I hate idiots who think hard about, who don't realize that whatever they answer doesn't matter if it's right or wrong, it's just confirming who believes the same lie as them. 」

Rick began to suspect that Longda Moya was talking to himself. He didn't seem to be in good spirits, but he was still in good shape, and his mind should be normal.

"What have you been doing all these years?" asked Rick, "Master is worried about you. 」

"What do you think you've been doing in your life for the past few years?" Ronda Moya asked rhetorically, "Many people want to know the answer to this question. 」

These "years" must refer to the amnesty of Syk until now, right? Syke sighed and said, "Is there any other answer than to earn money to fill your stomach?"

"Yes. Ronda Moya grinned, but didn't smile, "It's not just the stomach that needs to be filled, it's also here. Rondamoa pointed to his head.

"You're saying I'm becoming unlikable. 」

"That's the inevitable result. For some, you've become a hindrance. 」

Rick asked, "What about you, what are you doing?"

"Look and think. 」

This answer is equivalent to no answer, although Xi Ke also thinks that there are not many people who are doing this.

"How much do you know about me?" asked Rick.

"It's not much—just enough to give me an impression of you. 」

"Not much, much?" asked Rick.

"For example—what about your other demons?"

In the last second, Longda Moya looked like she was dizzy because it was too hot in summer, and she was tired even standing up. In the next second, Longda Moya had completed a spell. His whole body was tense like a string, and his hands stretched forward, a dark red, ominous stream of light swirling in his hands like a semi-congealed blood clot.

Rick draws his sword. Grunt rushed towards him head-on, revealing a bloated human face on the surface of the blood bubble.

Xi Ke held the sacrificial knife in his left hand and inserted it into that face, and his right hand was attached to the wrist of his left hand, and he made three gestures in a row, and the wall protection spell opened with the sacrificial knife as the center. The bloody face was stabbed by the sacrificial knife, and the expression of pain stopped, and the body made of blood continued to follow the inertia, hitting the wall like a torrential rain. There were many more bloody faces on the wall at once, crying and melting at the same time. Outside of the range of the Xike's defenses, two tombstones were hit by beads of blood and shattered to the ground.

Longda Moya spread her hands and hooked her fingers upward. Xi Ke felt the soil under his feet moving, and urgently gathered the wall below, stomped his feet hard, and just stepped back into the soil with his head poked out of the soil and blood beads like bean seedlings.

The energy of the improvised wall protection was not solid enough, and a gray hand broke through the wall and reached out of the soil to grab Xi Ke's feet. Rick felt as if his feet were covered in ice.

He jumped to his feet and pushed the parapet forward, pushing the blood out of the way. Break the fingers of that hand with the sole of your other foot and jump onto the fallen tombstone.

"There was no self before, and there is no self after this. Longda Moya said. Xi Ke didn't know if it was a spell, but he knew that a spell suddenly took shape. Xi Ke felt a chill down his spine and immediately erected a ball wall.

There are ** voices in all directions. It sounds like countless people are being gagged and cut off piece by piece.

"There was no him before, and there is no him after. 」

Longda Moa uses orthodox necromancy, a magic that has been passed down from the Emperor of the Dead Kingdom, Yesawah, and is completely contrary to the dominant spell structure today.

If modern magic is to lay the foundation and then build a building on top of it according to the blueprints, the necromancy of the Jesawa system is to blast the earth apart and use whatever it comes out.

Rick couldn't see Longda Moya anymore. A large number of images did not flicker around him, but directly in his eyes, and the whole space was abnormal. He saw a lot of red feet walking in the dark, but he didn't know what height they were walking, and he didn't even look down to let him see the feet.

He knew that the wall of the Dao was not broken, but the effect of the spell affected him. Xi Ke bit the back of the sacrificial knife, his hands were free, his five fingers spread, giving up relying on vision, and feeling the subtle flow of spells with all his might. The flow of mana forms an image like the distribution of micro-blood vessels in Xi Ke's brain, and the energy feels viscous to the touch like raw meat.

Cyk heard Ronda Moya say, "There is no life, no death, no success, no destruction. 」

Finding a place where the magical energy was tangled, like the heart of the circulatory system, he stabbed it with a sacrificial knife in his right hand. A large amount of damaged energy residue erupted in all directions, and the walls of Xike were torn into ovals, and tearing cracks appeared on the surface.

He shouted a mantra in Soni: "I am based on dreams, and I fantasize about the reinvention of reality! Everything I see is a barrier to my heart! I forget my life in this world, and I am a reflection of awakening here and now!" He changed the sacrificial knife to his left hand, and his right hand went straight into the middle of the heart. He felt the force flow like blood, carrying heat through his fingers, and he weaved a web of spells to capture them. Xi Ke forced the energy to condense, hold on, twist!

There was a "pop" like a balloon popping, and all the murmurs and screams disappeared. Seeker saw the view of the cemetery again. The tombstones within 20 meters of the vicinity were all turned to the same side, the mound was no longer a complete circle, and the two coffins were inserted upright on the turned mound. One of them had been opened, and the inside was empty.

Rick raised his alert and stepped on the ground. He looked left and right, but did not see Longda Moya.

A skeleton with a rag slowly rose from the ground.

The Chief of the Bureau even said that Longda Moya was not a threat! Wasn't it all successful? Ordinary necromancers can't be called in the cemetery, let alone an old corpse that is difficult to succeed!

The skeleton stood on a mound of earth, feet shoulder-width apart, hands on the pelvis, looking first to the left, then to the right, and then looking down (though without eyeballs) to the Syke. His jaw rattled and his palate tapped, and he heard him say, "Uh, it's a little cold. He looked down at his ribs, and said with a ticadic smile, "So I'm so 'thin' that I haven't even put on the skin, hahaha." Wow, it's a little windy, and my ribs sound like whistling!"

Sick pinched the burning and binding spells in his hand and rushed towards the skeleton, but the skeleton fell apart, and a pile of bones bounced and escaped in different directions as if it had overturned a whole box of ping-pong balls, away from the range that Sick could grasp.