Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse.

wish?

A bad premonition suddenly arose in my heart.

He wanted to reach for the pistol at his waist, but found that the entire study was wrapped in a light curtain, and he himself seemed to be frozen, unable to move a finger.

Next to him, Bassen stood there blankly, as if he was on standby.

"You are growing up very fast. After a while, it may be difficult for me to control you anymore."

At this time, Yazd no longer looked like a humble gentleman. Although he still wore a straight dress, white gloves and a wooden staff, he gave people a more cunning feeling.

Like a poisonous snake hiding its fangs.

"No grievances, what does this mean?" Wu Heng asked.

Yazd still smiled, "Guess."

"Do you want to become a 'ghoul'?"

Yazd was stunned for a moment, his eyes full of surprise, "It seems that you have gained some knowledge through other channels."

Sure enough, the mole is inside.

Everything can be aligned.

Yazd was suddenly transferred to the remote Blackstone Town to take over the position of Deacon Slater. This was also close to the time frame when the mine owner was bewitched and raised dead babies into infant spirits.

Therefore, he deliberately came to such a remote location and set up such a trap.

The entire Professional Association, as well as the guards of Blackstone Town, are working for him.

Collect what he needs and bring it to him.

And the man who died last night.

Becoming a scapegoat means that the entire series of cases has been completely concluded, and he can continue to complete his plan.

Wu Heng was surprised, but he also calmed himself down.

Said: "As a deacon, you killed so many people in Mining Village, don't you feel ashamed?"

"I'm even more curious about where your hometown is. Everything here is written by strong men. Do you know what those people sitting on the throne have done? This is a world of cannibalism. You don't eat Others, others will come to eat you, such as you and me at this time..." Yazd said with a smile.

"Why do you want to become a ghoul?" Wu Heng continued to ask.

Yazd glanced at him, but was not impatient. He slowly took off the glove on one hand, revealing the back of his hand covered with pustules.

"What can I do? I just want to survive."

"You have collected everything, why are you looking for me? I am not of any special bloodline?" Wu Heng continued to ask.

Yazd stared at him, his eyes full of expectation, and said slowly: "I found another method that allows me to occupy a new body, young, extremely talented in magic, and without any background. Body."

Wu Heng understood.

His original plan was to use materials to refine himself into a ghoul, possessing an immortal physique that was neither human nor ghost.

But the appearance of Wu Heng made him change his mind.

He believed that Wu Heng was a replaceable body. Even if he was killed, no one would investigate the matter in detail without any background.

And when he talks about high talent, he probably means being able to learn magic quickly.

"You want to take over my body?"

"You are very smart."

Wu Heng continued: "Why bother? The materials you have worked so hard to collect, won't the previous efforts of the corpse ghost be in vain?"

"No, no, it's too ugly. I don't want to be like that."

"Actually, I'm not in good health either."

Yazd waved his hand and said, "You know what you need to know, so don't delay it any longer."

As he spoke, he threw the wooden stick in his hand.

The wooden stick landed in the middle of the study room and stood upright. A pupil suddenly appeared on the top of the gem, scanning around the room.

The next second, circular halos of light spread out from the center of the wooden staff to form a magic circle.

Yazd, on the other hand, flipped his hands and took out artifacts out of thin air and placed them in the middle of the magic circle.

Yazd's old body stood in front and asked softly: "Do you really have no last wishes? After all, you were called into the association by me, and you can be regarded as my confidant."

"Kiss you!"

Hey~!

Yazd sighed, his body seemed to have lost its soul, and he knelt on the ground limply.

A blue ghost suddenly floated out from above his head and flew towards the young body opposite.

……

Outside.

Yuri held the potato chips and walked forward.

Arriving in front of the deacon's study, he saw a team captain 'Anel' guarding the door.

Yuli glanced at him and asked softly: "Have you seen Wu Heng?"

Anel narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at her.

Yuri felt a little nervous, took a step back and said, "What are you doing? I'm just asking, what do you want to do?"

Anel said: "Let's go. If you chase him now, you can still see him."

Yuli frowned, looked back at the corridor, turned around and left, muttering: "Just leave, with a cold face."

But it didn’t feel right to walk around.

He turned around and walked towards the deputy deacon's room, pushed the door open and shouted, "Aunt, go check on Wu Heng, I feel something is not right."

……

In the study room.

The formation and the majestic suction force continuously converged towards Wu Heng's body.

The blue ghost was forcibly pulled out of the body and turned into wisps of slender smoke that was constantly being stretched.

The ghost of Yazd's image floated aside with expectation.

Whoosh~!

The next second, the blue ghost was pulled out of the body and gathered into the clay pot on the side.

Yazd's ghost immediately rushed towards the body in front.

However, the next second, Yazd looked at the body in front of him in disbelief.

I saw the other person's eyes, still staring at him closely.

"what happened?"

The doubts in my heart have already penetrated into the body in front of me.

The next second, he felt that Wu Heng's spirit was protected by a barrier.

There was also a huge and indescribable sense of oppression, wrapping him up and compressing him.

This is spiritual power, a majestic spiritual power that seems to tear everything apart and wrap his soul.

Yazd was shocked, knowing that there might be something wrong, so he struggled hard to get out of this body.

The blue ghost emerged from the body, but it still looked frightened.

"No, Wu Heng, no..."

Pa~!

The ghost in front of him shattered like a balloon and dissipated in the air.

……

Bang~!

The wooden staff in the middle fell to the ground, the formation disappeared, and Wu Heng's body immediately regained its mobility.

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​competing with the Necromancer for souls?"

If there were other methods, maybe Wu Heng wouldn't be able to do anything.

But in terms of the soul, the necromancer's training direction is to control the soul.

Go aside and check the container on the ground.

The little soul floated out from inside.

He looked left and right exaggeratedly, and then said: "Uncle, I seemed to see a ghost just now, floating in the air, and then I was sucked away."

"Well, we are ghosts too, so we are not afraid of him."

Seeing that Xiaoxiao was okay, Wu Heng also breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he continued: "Invisible, go outside to see the situation, and then tell me."

"Oh, okay." Xiaoxiao became invisible and left through the wall.

Wu Heng walked to the body and looked at his hands.

On his right hand is a ring.

【Space Ring】

(Description: A prop engraved with space magic, with 3 cubic meters of space inside.)

What a good thing.

I just turned over my hands and took out various props, which should have been taken out from this space ring.

Wu Heng did not go to get it, but released [Conversation with the Dead].

Yazd, who had been lying down, sat up directly and looked at where Wu Heng was.