"Woo-Woo-Woo!"

"Which one is the gut?"

"It should be this?"

"I don't think it's very similar..."

"It seems that it really doesn't look like... wait, I'll turn the book."

...

In a dilapidated wooden house covered with spider webs, two young men in black cloaks were squatting together and muttering, one man and one woman.

At their feet, a middle-aged man tied up was lying.

The man was stuck in his mouth, and the gray ropes tightly bound his body, tied tightly, but he still struggled.

Just because there was a hole in his body, the more he struggled, the more painful he felt, so that his open blue eyes were covered with bloodshot and his expression was full of despair and misery.

Unfortunately, the two men in front of him ignored this and looked down at the book for a while. Finally, the young woman with freckles suddenly smiled: "I just said that one is, look, the drawing is exactly the same!"

"Then keep going."

The other one breathed a sigh of relief, and then he picked up the blood-stained scissors he kept at hand, and penetrated it into the wound without blinking.

The middle-aged man's wound was not bleeding, and it seemed to be blocked by some special method, but the pain was hard to hide, so he howled wildly again.

This made the man who started the attack a little annoyed: "I said, "Why would you kill him directly. If he screamed so loudly, it would be bad for him to attract people."

"It won't attract others, it's not close to the city. Who would run here to wander around in the wilderness at night?" The female companion comforted: "The effect of taking gallbladder in living bodies is the best. Don't worry, I've done several experiments here but I didn't encounter any accidents. You-"

Before she could finish her speech, a trivial voice suddenly appeared at the door of the wooden house. The woman who was talking was still pausing and then turned her head away.

This place is an abandoned cemetery in the suburbs, and they are in the cemetery gravekeeper's hut.

The light at midnight was dim, the cold moonlight was shining, and the branches in the distance were shaking. The rows of gray and white tombstones outside the window looked gloomy, but suddenly there seemed to be no accident.

However, on the side of the window frame, where the two people could not see the window, a bright fire appeared.

The flames lingered into the spider webs in the window frame and a smear of black smoke came out, and the obvious sound of bones scattered all over the ground was clattering.

No need to think about it, the skeleton they placed at the door to let the air was killed.

"Someone!"

The two of them looked at each other in a hurry, not caring about the struggling experimental materials under their feet. They put their hands into their waists with a serious expression, and then took out two flintlock rifles.

Necromancers did not have any powerful attack methods at the beginning. Relatively speaking, the guns in their hands were actually stronger.

Both of them stared at the door without blinking, holding the flintlock rifle in their hands, ready to fire at any time.

However, at this moment, a human face suddenly popped out from the empty window and looked at them.

Seeing this, the two hurriedly pulled the trigger.

However, no matter how fast they move, they are not as fast as their minds can use spell effects.

There was no sound, but the invisible power instantly penetrated into their bodies. Two rookies were shocked, and the guns in their hands fell to the ground subconsciously, and their expressions became extremely distorted and exaggerated.

After being in chaos, it was obvious that they could not have any other moves. The abandoned wooden house here was pushed away and stepped in with his feet wearing black leather boots.

The man was tall and covered with a scarf. After approaching, he flipped a dagger in his hand, and wiped the two rookies with crooked mouths and slanted eyes, causing blood to splatter and his body to fall to the ground and make a thumping sound.

The middle-aged man tied to the ground showed a hint of ecstasy when he saw this, and his blood-stained eyes were full of hope when he stared at the person.

However, after squatting down and looking at him for a few glances, the other party raised his hand and stabbed his heart with a dagger, causing severe pain. The middle-aged man's pupils shrank, and then his strength dissipated.

In the end, all the vitality in his body passed by rapidly, and the spirit in his eyes became weaker and weaker, with only a trace of unwillingness and resentment remaining.

...

In this wilderness, you can meet two first-level rookie necromancers, which makes Shire feel like he wins the scratch card, but he has no happy thoughts about it.

After quickly solving the two guys, he found that their experimental materials were not good, so he had no intention of silence and gave the other party a pleasure.

Of course, physical pleasure.

The light in the abandoned wooden house where only one candle was lit was quite dim, and everything was over. The dagger in Charle's hand retracted and eventually turned into a white ring, quietly put on the ring finger of his right hand.

He then got up, raised his hand and grabbed it, and three silver-edged cards were successively bought.

Normally, the soul cannot be seen by the naked eye, but the Eye of Destiny is not listed here, which also saves the trouble of Shire from using spells.

After concentrating all the clues here in his hands, he threw out one of the cards and summoned the internal sealed soul, and began to use his special abilities to inquire about information.

The general question is, where is this and who are you?

Yes, Charles didn't know where this place was.

Not long ago, after the airship "crashed", Charles was inexplicably teleported to a dark underground hall.

Seeing that many people around him seemed to have bad intentions, he opened another world gate before others could react and then got in.

Then, he took out his treasure and used his ultimate move.

Under normal circumstances, there seemed to be nothing to stop the sacred wonders that were rare in a country, but Charles' talent made him feel that it seemed very dangerous to continue to stay in the hall, so he didn't care about wasting it. After clearing the venue, he crushed the church teleportation crystal that he had been given for a long time but never had the chance to use.

So he appeared in the forest not far from the abandoned cemetery. After walking a few steps, he accidentally encountered this bloody scene.

"The suburbs of Newman? It seems not far from Peeta."

Shir touched his chin.

A normal soul cannot communicate with humans, but the soul that is condensed into cards and released by the power of fate has no such limitation. He successfully got the information he wanted.

It also includes the identity backgrounds of these two necromancers, etc.

However, he was not very interested in everything except his own goal. After a brief question, he directly turned the soul of the necromancer into a card again and threw it into another world.

Charles then did not rush to leave, but sat on the only chair in the room under the dim light, flipping through the pharmacy books left by the two novices, and his mind kept turning.

Everything that happened suddenly disrupted his original plan, but when it was thought about it carefully, it seemed that it had no effect.

The purpose of his trip this time was to learn from Woodley how to remove the curse from Anne. But it is probably difficult to find Woodley to trouble now.

After all, the disappearance of a lieutenant archbishop of a church will cause a great response. Without a scapegoat, Charles is not ready to act rashly.

And if it is not necessary, the church would not provoke him. Charles did not forget the grand scene of the monk Zachary in the fifth ring summoning the angels at the beginning.

But he didn't seem to need to trouble the traitor anymore-

Although he was in a hurry when he left the inexplicable underground space, he just looked at what kind of people he absorbed into the golden ring.

Bloody Cross.

The appearance of this name made him suddenly think of the truth of the matter.

At the same time, the large group even included two sixth-level necromancers and many logistics personnel, and they obviously would not know less than Woodley.

This made Charles feel like he lost sesame but picked up bread. However, he didn't think much about it, but instead began to study what he should do next.

"Ask a solution to the curse, and then run to Peeta to find Anne?"
Chapter completed!