Chapter 24

The hand stretched out under the ice was skinny and yellow, like a chicken claw wrapped in skin and bones. There was no sign of life, but it firmly grasped the calf of a living person.

Zhao Zhiyan breathed out almost in despair. Puppet rotting corpse? He didn't expect anyone in this era to replicate such magic. He thought in horror of the missing girl from the Guan family. Was she lying in the frozen pond outside the village, declining?

Looking up at the world of the living under the cold grass and smoke? When she sits up and fully lifts the body, she will use brute force to tear him into pieces, just like when she was alive, tearing beef jerky in front of the computer, he couldn't help it

My whole body trembled.

In an instant, all the knowledge about the ancient curse rushed through his consciousness. He was frantically grabbing for any useful words in the nervous state. At the same time, he quickly glanced at the two boys from the Northern College. The younger one was already frightened.

I was dumbfounded, but that big...fuck...the damn Northern Academy is always so barbaric. Could it be that they restored the psychic beast and owed it to magic that was not enough? They also played the game that had been banned for a long time.

Puppet rotten corpse? What's the name of the big one? Du Zhengyi, with a calculating sneer in his eyes, looking at him confidently. He has already laid out the plan here!

His face was burning, shame and anger were boiling in his chest, a force surged down from his chest, and he angrily produced an unusually bright golden fireball at his fingertips. The karmic fire would cleanse away the filth and end it all.

He originally didn't want to use such a violent force. A mage's battles always require agility and efficiency, but fear of dead things is a primitive human instinct. Not to mention that he is now furious and eager to get out of this trap, and can't wait to treat the two students well.

Take an after-school tutoring class.

At that moment, he felt a little sad for the corpse lying in the pond. The puppet technique would bind the mage's consciousness when he was alive, just like a necromancer. It is too much for a person to die twice, which is the fundamental reason why this kind of magic was abolished.

.As soon as this sentimental thought passed by, he realized something was wrong.

The little kid suddenly shouted, "Damn it, how can the body not be afraid of being burned by the fire of karma?"

Zhao Zhiyan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. The corpse under the ice did not burn. The fireball he created was extinguished like an ordinary flame. In the ice water, the skinny dead man's claws were still clutching his calf.

, a clammy chill penetrated through his pants.

He stared at the ice in fear, trying to see clearly what was underneath through the dirty ice of the pond. At the same time, he didn't know if he really wanted to see clearly. Everyone knew that the faces of corpses soaked in water always looked quite ugly.

Wonderful.

He didn't see anything, but the dead man was enraged and pulled his calf downwards. He staggered and almost fell into the ice hole. The dead man's strength gradually increased, and the signs of complete corpse removal began to become apparent.

, Zhao Zhiyan broke out in a cold sweat. The opponent was neither a human nor a mage, and the available countermeasures were very limited. He didn't know why Karma Fire didn't work on the rotten corpses, so he could only choose conventional combat methods.

He no longer had the intention to pay attention to the instigator and his fur ball. He separated from external objects, concentrated his mind, and quickly found the weapon pattern he was familiar with in his mind. Reciting it a thousand times, he became familiar with all the details of the spear.

He is proud of the carvings, the threaded gun handle, and the symmetrical flat gun head with serrated edges. It is his improved French broadhead gun.

He heard the fur ball shout again, "This gun is really cool!"

He was angry that the man named Luo Qi distracted him again. He eliminated the influence again, calmed down, and stabbed the gun underwater. Judging from the position of the dead man's hand, his gun could hit the corpse.

Before the corpse transformation was completely completed, he nailed the dead man to the bottom of the pond. As soon as the tip of the gun encountered resistance, Zhao Zhiyan realized that something was wrong. He was a well-trained execution mage and was keenly aware of the dangers passed down from the gun barrel.

The feeling was not that of being stuck on a corpse, but more like being stuck in the mud at the bottom of a pond.

He suddenly pulled out his spear and slashed at the dead man's wrist, hoping to break it off first. He watched helplessly as the tip of the spear hit the dead man's wrist, and the wrist kept making a sharp sound of metal impact.

He held up the gun in astonishment, and suddenly he came to his senses. He raised his head and glared at Du Zhengyi angrily, and the man sneered.

At that moment, the man moved suddenly. Zhao Zhiyan didn't expect it at all. He had been an execution mage for many years, performed many tasks, and experienced many thrilling battles. It was not that he had never seen excellent mage.

I just never thought that a mage who was just over 20 years old would have the ruthless posture to kill on the battlefield. Moreover, his posture was skillful, as if he had been tempered thousands of times. Du Zhengyi was like a big cat,

It only took a moment to go from being completely still to launching an attack. As soon as he saw Du Zhengyi move slightly, a cluster of almost transparent sharp arrows shot towards his face.

At that moment, he was so heartbroken that he couldn't even think about it. As a stranger who met by chance, no one would kill another person casually in broad daylight. But Du Zhengyi was surrounded by real murderous intent, and he couldn't tolerate it.

Hesitating, his instincts screamed throughout his body, his face turned ashen, and the weapon in his hand turned into a sharp knife that was easier to kill. He didn't care about anything else, and used all his strength to slash at the one holding him.

Dead hand.

The withered hand broke in response, but did not fall. Instead, it rushed upward, twisting and turning into a metal vine. Zhao Zhiyan avoided the attack of the arrow, but the vines re-tangled his feet as soon as he took a step away. Zhao Zhiyan was castrated.

It was so violent that he tripped and fell heavily onto the ice.

With only this delay, Du Zhengyi stepped forward and stepped on Zhao Zhiyan's chest. This kick was not only a burst of power from his muscles, but also an auxiliary magic system that strengthened his strength. Zhao Zhiyan struggled a few times and was gone.

Giving up, he coughed ominously, his pale face turned crimson, and he was almost stepped on until he breathed his last breath.

Zhao Zhiyan gasped and stared at the young man stepping on him. The man looked at him condescendingly. His face did not show a murderous twist, only his eyes were sharp. But that natural demeanor made him more like

A predator. Now he knows that Du Zhengyi's actions were efficient and systematic. His first wave of attacks was a trap. He made the restraint tools look like a dead hand. In this village full of death,

Hints of death were everywhere. Zhao Zhiyan immediately thought of undead magic and acted timidly. Du Zhengyi used this time to observe his abilities, and when he took action again, he almost killed him with one blow.

The furball named Roach popped up in his field of vision, gloating but cautiously standing behind his companion. His black pupils shone with a strange light, and he looked at him with a very strange expression. The furball chuckled softly.

After a while, he mocked and said, "You have accumulated so much merit that you are just a little short of becoming a Buddha in the physical body. Are you happy?"

He didn't care to speak, and the foot that stepped on his chest pressed harder. His chest was squeezed to the point of bursting, his ribs were on the verge of breaking, his ears were ringing, and fear was spreading uncontrollably.

Taking control of his body. "Don't..." He uttered a single word in humiliation, no matter how it sounded, it sounded like a plea.

He stared at the predator with bloodshot eyes, and the furball ducked back behind the man.

"You really don't want to kill him, do you?" Maoqiu said worriedly, "Because he killed your lion? If you don't want to kill him, just let him go. I will react conditionedly when I see something wrong with other people's eyes.

The ground sheds tears. Your eyes must not have this reflex, otherwise you would have to cry and make people cry. That would be really strange."

"Shut up Roach!"

What's wrong with that furball? When Zhao Zhiyan passed out, he vaguely thought, why would a terrible war mage like Du Zhengyi take him with him? In the chaos, he vaguely realized that there were rumors that the Northern College was
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