Just when Wang Ye was immersed in the world of intelligence and couldn't extricate himself, on the mountain road before, the necromancer who had been exaggerated by his superiors had already come to the small village that Wang Ye had first entered after entering the Deccan Basin.

Looking at the empty silent village, the necromancer smiled disdainfully, and then opened the undead space and released a large group of fanged corpse dogs with human face dog bodies.

"Go, darlings, find the hidden pariahs..." The fangs

barked with joy and rushed into the village.

White flocculent saliva floated from the corners of their mouths, intertwined in mid-air, emitting a very unpleasant stench...

There was even a flocculent saliva that was blown by the wind and floated straight down to the necromancer's face....

The necromancer instinctively reached out and wiped it on his face, then put it in front of his nose and sniffed.

"Gag..."

Fuck, I'm so confused by that

old thing, gag..." "Damn old thing, bite your mother, gag..."

"I don't even fucking see a shadow, you let me bite?"

"Did your mother break your head when she gave birth to you or did you leave your head in when you drilled a dog hole?" Vomit... Groove! It really fucking smells..."

"How did you come up with such an outrageous order?"

"It's really... Burning cakes..."

After cursing for a while, the necromancer slowly calmed down under the stimulation of the spiritual fluctuations transmitted by the fangs corpse dog.

He bent down and grabbed a handful of soil from the ground, wiped it on his face, and rubbed it vigorously several times before he could barely suppress the disgusting taste a little...

"! Dog stuff, it's so fucking smelly! Forced

to endure nausea, he quickly rushed to a well in the village.

At this time, a large number of fang-toothed corpse dogs had gathered here, and they were barking wildly at the well.

The necromancer reached out and glanced at the well, then stretched out his palm.

Two thick green fogs emerged.

"People below, listen, I'll only give you 30 seconds to think about it, either you come up obediently, or I'll use

the poisonous mist to force you up..." "But hey, once I use the poisonous mist, you will die at least more than half, Qiu

..." A group of fanged corpse dogs laughed and barked wildly as the necromancer grimaced.

Suddenly, a fang-toothed corpse dog didn't know what was wrong, and suddenly let out a terrifying howl.

Before the necromancer and the surrounding fanged corpse dogs could react, the fangs corpse dog had already declared dead.

"Huh?"

"What's going on?" The necromancer took a step back alertly and looked at the well in disbelief.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, a concentrated spirit ball that was hidden in the space quietly appeared, and under the terrified gaze of the necromancer, it exploded violently, enveloping the necromancer inside.

A circle of extremely violent spiritual shock waves spread rapidly around at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to reach, and in a blink of an eye, all the fangs and corpse dogs were washed away...

"Ho ho ho..." After

a while, the necromancer, who had escaped with his life, let out a heavy bellows-like gasp with difficulty.

He was pale, sweaty on his forehead, and his legs trembling.

Just now, he was only half a step away from death...

Faintly, he had already seen his grandmother's face...

"Plop..."

his legs went limp, he sat down on the ground with his butt, and muttered in fear, "This... This is... Who... The Dark Hand Under the Cloth..."

"Delay Dark Explosion.... Too... It's scary..."

"Thankfully... Fortunately, Lao Tzu's strength is not weak, otherwise

..." Speaking of this, he turned his head to look at the fanged corpse dogs that had all died in battle, "Otherwise, I will die here like these beasts..."

Wait..." Suddenly, his gaze focused on the fanged corpse dog that appeared first.

At that time, the death of this fang-toothed corpse dog was not the appearance of being mentally attacked....

That is, there are other dark hands?

"Dang!"

The necromancer had an alarm bell ringing in his heart, and he suddenly exerted his strength to get up from the ground.

But he was only half standing, but he suddenly felt a heart-wrenching angina, and the unfinished action just now was also declared a failure due to the weakness of follow-up.

"Plop..."

he stumbled to the ground again.

Unlike last time, this time he fell to the ground, and he no longer had the qualifications to be afraid...

He died....

He died, died of the corrosion of the internal organs of his abdomen....

"Whoosh..." The

fangs and corpse dogs scattered all over the village let out a desperate howl one after another....

A gentle breeze blew through, and the corpses of the necromancer and the fanged corpse dog had all disappeared, leaving only a pool of purple liquid in place...

These purple liquids are rapidly disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and I am afraid that it will not be long before they disappear completely....

It's as if a necromancer never appeared....

"Huh?"

An owl messenger who was galloping in mid-air suddenly braked and looked ahead suspiciously.

In its perception, just now, the recipient of its trip suddenly disappeared.

If there is no specific location, the owl messenger relies on the perception of mental fluctuations to achieve information transmission between two "points" that move at any time over long distances.

This requires summoning the owl messenger to provide the recipient's mental fluctuations.

Moreover, it is also necessary for the recipient to actively disperse a small amount of mental fluctuations to cooperate.

"Goo goo ???"

The owl messenger is full of question marks.

It is unclear whether the recipient died or blocked out his own mental fluctuations.

But it understands that if it goes back to life like this, what awaits it will be the miserable end of a large number of predecessors.

"Goo... Damn it... Isn't this killing me? "

Goo... I already knew that I would not accept the call...

"Well, this is the of the owl messenger, it is forcibly summoned....

"

Goo..." The owl messenger circled in place several times, and finally could only reluctantly turn around and fly in the direction he came...

As for its flight speed, there is no need to say much....

Participating in the tortoise and rabbit race is a little faster than a rabbit lying in place and sleeping....

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