The Dean Has Arrived

The weather was gloomy, and even brought people's moods down a lot.

Kamiyu has been praying since the beginning of the morning that it will not rain today.

They are not far from Morag now.

That pothole city, known as the plague cage, is regarded as a place of curse by people. In addition to the regular **** team of prisoners every quarter, only some bold businessmen will come to trade some life with the seniors of Morag Articles"" novel chapters are updated fastest.

Therefore, the road from the last city to Molag is a rugged trail and a decent road.

Once it rains, these trails will turn into muddy roads like a pond.

It's a pity that his prayers didn't take effect. Before noon, the sky began to rain drops of patters.

"How long shall we go?"

Kamiyo turned on the rain-proof magic on his robe, wiped off the rain from his head, and asked depressedly to Franken who was walking in front.

"Alright, but we are going to another dìfāng now."

Although the students and professors of Adric College have long been accustomed to Franken’s abnormal appearance, in order not to cause unnecessary magic outside, Franken replaced the dazzling white coat of zìjǐ with Kamiyo. They have the same style of magic robe, even the screw on the head used to adjust the tone of the zìjǐ has been unplugged and stored away. At the same time, they used dark blue cowboy hats to cover up the threaded holes on the zìjǐ’s hair and temples. .

It is precisely because of this that Franken's tone now sounded without ups and downs, making people feel uncomfortable.

"Damn thornweed. Damn scorpion orchid..." Tannis, the worst physique of the group, gasped and cursed the weeds that made his actions more difficult, and asked, "Professor, you are not Would you like to try to remove the plague curse from the plague cage? Wouldn't it be better to go directly to Morag?"

Along the way, Franken also selected from zìjǐ past experiences and told them.

Franken answered him directly without méiyǒu, but hurried into the bushes on the side of the road.

The little guys looked at each other, and finally followed helplessly.

Then what greeted them was a cemetery.

In other words, it was once a cemetery.

At this time, the ground of this cemetery was full of weeds, and the tombs inside looked dilapidated because of disrepair. Some bones, probably excavated by animals, were everywhere, with the sparse light rain. On the contrary, the desolate gǎnjiào is particularly highlighted.

Franken recognized the words on the tombstone. Walking slowly between the two rows of tombs.

Because it’s the first time to see how desolate a tomb is, even Riedel Kamio and the others can't help feeling that their hearts are hairy, let alone Dorothy. Now the girl is hiding behind Kamiu, pulling the corner of Kamiu's clothes. . He closed his eyes and moved forward trembling.

quickly. Franken stopped at a tombstone with a missing corner.

Riddle, who followed him, took a bold look. On the tombstone, there is no zhīdàoshíme sharp thing inscribed with the words ‘The spice master Aijiaer Lomiwei sleeps here, and no one can disturb her eternal sleep love her Frankenstein’.

The child's crooked Hummen language on the tombstone is completely inferior to the beautiful epitaphs on the two tombs, although the paint has fallen out.

But Franken seems to have seen shíme's rare treasure yīyàng. He took off the cowboy hat with his left hand and placed it on his chest, while stroking the words over and over again with his scrawny right hand.

"In the shíhòu where méiyǒu was sunk into the ground in Morag, I once went back here and wanted to see my wife and children. But what I saw was Ajal's simple funeral..."

After a while, Franken said slowly: "I waited until everyone had left before I came here to erect a tombstone for Ai Jiaer. That shíhòu studied a lot of undead magic to solve the source of the plague, even more than once. There was the idea of ​​resurrecting Ai Jiaer by my side in the form of undead."

The unmuffled voice and zhōuwéi environment rendered the atmosphere of the story vividly and vividly, and several little guys could not help but wait for Franken to continue.

"In the end, I still suppressed that thought. The undead are not a complete existence. They are bound by various factors, unable to rest, unable to sleep, and experience the pain that zìjǐ's will forge in the fire of the soul day after day. "Franken looked at zìjǐ's hand, as if explaining shíme: "I can't let Ajal become like that for my own benefit. Let her return to the mother of the earth without concern. It’s more joyful to me than to become that ugly existence."

"Professor..." It was the first time that Kamiyu, who seemed to understand but not understand, discovered that the professor who was originally afraid of him was actually thin and thin from the back.

It's like exhausting all his life's efforts, revealing all the dreams and hopes of zìjǐ, leaving only a shriveled old man with an empty shell.

He has a dry throat, so he should say something shíme instead of zhīdào. The other little guys are similar.

"You are shíme people! Come here to do shíme?"

tūrán, a harsh shout from a strange man came from the east.

Kamiyu and the others turned their heads and saw that it was a soldier in half-length armor.

Judging from the style of the opponent's half-length armor, it is probably Morag's guard.

Just as Kamiyo was still having a headache, how to communicate with the other side, the soldier still half-kneeled in front of the tombstone because Franken had no response to his words, and felt despised by stroking the broken tombstone. Up.

"This is Molag, you can't get close! If you don't hurry up, be careful I throw you into that plague cage!"

He drew his sword and waved it bluffingly.

Then he saw the white-haired man wearing a long robe that made the dissatisfied white-haired man stand up from the tombstone and turned his head to him.

At the next moment, he saw a horrible picture that he would never forget.

The white-haired man's face turned out to be a skeleton face! There are snakes and insects in the two eye holes constantly crawling inside ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It is extremely terrible, and the blood red yètǐ constantly overflows from the other's bones.

The soldier screamed and ran away when he wanted to turn his head, but immediately he found that zìjǐ's feet were unconscious. Looking down, a giant python made of white bones appeared on the ground at some point, tightly binding his legs, and then the giant python opened his mouth and swallowed him into his stomach! So he rolled his eyes and he passed out like that...

"What's the matter with that guy?" Riddle, who had just pulled out his wand nervously, saw the opponent tūrán and drew it, scratching his head incomprehensibly, and asked qíguài.

The clever Tannis looked directly at Franken behind them.

"It's just the reverse application of fear of aura and charm of human beings." Franken shrugged at the soldier who was foaming at his mouth: "I hope the Qi Yao goddess will protect him from catching a cold or getting shíme from sleeping in the wild on this day. Eat things."

As he said, he put on zìjǐ's cowboy hat: "In addition, gentlemen and ladies, I think our actions are a little faster..." (to be continued...)