At this time, Long Fei took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, picked up one cigarette by himself, held it in his mouth, lit it and took a deep breath: "Old man, if you can persist in one move in my hand without
If you fall down, I will return my body to you. Do you dare to bet?"
"Tell me more details!" The old man was afraid that there was something fishy here.
"Haha!" Long Fei grinned: "Okay! Then I'll tell you in detail. Take my move. If you don't fall to the ground, I will lose. I will return that body to you. Of course in the process
You can use your abilities at will, I only use one move. But if you fall, then I win. As for this trophy... I really didn't think about it at the moment, otherwise, this is it, my family is not short of food anyway.
Mi, just think that I have suffered a loss, and we respect the old and love the young for once, so you can be my slave for twenty years. How about it, do you dare to bet?" Long Fei has actually been interested in loving talents for a long time.
This old man looks crazy, but as the saying goes, a madman is not necessarily a genius, but a genius is usually a madman. For old madmen like this, Long Fei will accept all comers, as many as he wants, the more the merrier.
"No! You want to be beautiful. That body is mine. If I win, I will just get back what belongs to me. But if I lose, I will have to pay the price of being a slave for twenty years, but you don't care whether I win or lose.
There is no loss, this bet is unfair!" the old man said angrily.
"Oh? That's because I didn't think carefully. Let's do it like this! How about I lose and let you do whatever you want?" Long Fei said with a smile. At this moment, he thought to himself, he is indeed a mature man, and he can't even hide this little trick.
"Okay! Then I'll make a bet with you. I still don't believe that I can't take any of your moves. Make an oath!" After the old man said it, he immediately made a poisonous oath. In fact, the old man had a plan in his heart, and this bet was for him.
It's not unattractive. First, if you win by luck, not only will you get your body back, but you will also get a free bodyguard. Second, if you really can't take a single move, then there are other things.
What's the use? Just work as a coolie for twenty years. Twenty years is not a long time for him anyway.
Long Fei smiled and immediately swore a poisonous oath. It didn't matter anyway, Long Fei already had a rough idea of the old man's strength. How could Long Fei make such a bet with him if he wasn't completely sure.
Seeing Long Fei swearing a poisonous oath, the old man stopped being wordy and blurted out a series of curses. One halo around him quickly lit up, as if he was planning to show off everything he had learned in his life.
Long Fei smoked a cigarette, folded his hands on his chest, and looked at the old man quietly, with no trace of anxiety on his face. He seemed to be waiting for the old man to be fully prepared.
For a moment, the old man's body was colorful and gorgeous, and his whole person was wrapped in a thick layer of energy. Of course, it was also mixed with a layer of gray death energy, making him look like a colorful crystal ball.
At this time, Long Fei held a cigarette in his mouth and said with a smile: "You're ready, right! Then I'll be here." After saying that, Long Fei took out his combat artifact "Brick".
The old man did not answer, but recited various magic spells more quickly.
As he spoke, a figure flew through the space like lightning, and rushed to the top of the old man's head in the blink of an eye.
"boom!"
A dull sound came out.
"How could this happen?" The old man said and slowly fell to the ground.
At this time, Long Fei was holding a pose with a brick on his head. This pose, combined with the cigarette on his lips, was absolutely ruthless and made people dissatisfied.
…
Late at night, in the house.
"Where is this?" An old man covered his raised forehead, looked around, and asked the handsome young man next to him with bared teeth.
"My home!" The handsome young man was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed and a cigarette in his mouth.
"Why am I at your house?" The old man rolled his eyes and asked in surprise.
"Nonsense! Of course I got you back." The handsome young man said without raising his head. Then he seemed to think of something and suddenly turned his head to look at the old man. He frowned: "Holy crap! Old man, you're not the damn one."
You want to pretend to be crazy and act stupid like me! You swore a poisonous oath to be my slave for twenty years."
"Really? Oh!...I remembered it, I remembered it." The old man really wanted to fool him at first. After all, who would be willing to be a slave, let alone a strong man. But this handsome young man is obviously not easy to fool.
My Lord, I can only accept my fate now.
"That's more like it. Are you okay? Don't pretend to be dead for me! There is no slave lying on the bed and the master sitting beside the bed. That's fucking nonsense. Get up quickly." The handsome young man pointed at the old man and picked
Mei said.
The old man slowly sat up from the bed and said with a bitter face: "You don't really want me to be your slave for twenty years, do you?" In front of this handsome young man, he could only lower his head and beg for mercy.
, this moment is still vivid in my mind, the shock cannot be expressed in words. At that time, he was surrounded by an iron wall. Who would have thought that when the young man rushed to his side, the magic on his body had quietly disappeared, and he seemed to be hit by a wave of energy.
The energy was restrained, and he couldn't even raise his hands to block it. This deep feeling of powerlessness prevented the old man from having any thoughts of resistance.
In fact, the old man was more curious about this handsome young man. How could such a young man be so strong? This is really too abnormal and incredible. Could it be said that the world has changed? But the old man obviously does not
I think so. Although the old man is unwilling to be reduced to a slave at this moment, he does not feel humiliated in the face of such a monster.
"Whether you want to be a slave or not depends on your performance." The handsome young man said lazily.
"As long as you don't become a slave, the conditions are up to you!" Seeing that there was still room for negotiation, the old man immediately got out of bed and said excitedly. A strong man naturally has his own pride, so how could he be willing to be a domestic slave if possible?
"Yeah! You have a good attitude. As long as you answer the questions I asked honestly, not only will I not let you be a slave, I will also give you unexpected surprises. But the twenty-year period remains unchanged!" The handsome young man said
On the bed, he said calmly.
"Say! I will tell you everything I know, and I will tell you everything." The old man just wants to get rid of the fate of being a slave at this moment, and the old man also knows himself. In the face of such absolute strength, using tricks will only make him suffer more. The so-called
People have to bow their heads under the eaves. This is the mentality of the old man at this moment. But what the old man doesn't know at this moment is that in the future, he will feel very wise about his mentality at that time. But this is a story for another time.
"If I guess correctly, you should be an undead god!" the handsome young man said confidently.
"Yes! My name is Fan Xun, and I am an undead god." The old man said in a respectful tone.
The handsome young man nodded: "Tell me first what's going on with that body!"
The old man hesitated for a moment, with a look of helplessness on his face, and sighed: "That is my alchemy product, I call it the perfect body."
"Alchemy product? Do you know how to alchemy?" the handsome young man asked in surprise.
"Yes! Many people reject us just because they don't understand the profession of necromancers, and even regard this profession as alien. But I can tell you that as necromancers, we are just passing our souls through an ancient contract.
It's just a temporary mortgage to the God of Hell. And what we gain is far beyond what others can imagine. Magic and summoning abilities are nothing. Our biggest gain is actually wisdom! When we become a necromancer, we will gain access to hell.
God’s gift of wisdom, this gift will more than double our wisdom in an instant.”
The handsome young man couldn't help but take a breath of cold air at this moment, thinking secretly in his heart that wisdom can be given as a gift and can be more than doubled. This is terrible. No wonder necromancers are usually very powerful.
"As a necromancer, life is very long. For example, for a necromancer of my level, as long as there are no accidents, it is normal to live for thousands of years. In these long years, we necromancers who are far more intelligent than ordinary people
, of course not willing to be immersed in one field. Basically, the Necromancer has two compulsory fields, one is medicine refining, and the other is alchemy. The two actually complement each other. Because alchemy also requires some identification of medicines.
Ability, which is directly related to achievements in the field of alchemy."
The handsome young man nodded affirmatively at this time.
"The reason why we necromancers choose alchemy is because alchemy can help us and give us the opportunity to redeem our souls."
"Oh? Is there such a thing?" The handsome young man looked at the old man doubtfully.
The old man nodded and continued: "It's a long story, and it starts with the ancient contract. Although we necromancers mortgaged our souls to the God of Hell through the contract, it doesn't mean that our souls are no longer with us.
No. It's not like that. If there is no soul, then how can we necromancers have thoughts? I'm afraid it's just a walking corpse! In fact, the soul is still in us, but it has been marked, coming from the god of hell.
The imprint."
"This mark is actually the switch that controls the life and death of our necromancer. Of course, the contract also has ways to restrict the God of Hell. As long as we don't provoke him, he can't kill our necromancer without reason, and he has no right to control us.
But if we necromancers want to redeem our souls and remove the mark, we must complete the tasks issued by the God of Hell. After completing a certain amount of tasks, we can ask the God of Hell to remove the mark from the soul, and
We will not lose the ability of the Necromancer because of this. Only then will we, the Necromancer, be truly freed and truly become a free person again. But it is difficult! It is difficult!" At this time, the old man kept shaking his head, as if