Vol 2 Chapter 1074: Beihuang Memory

When Richard enters, he sees a row of well-made spell puppets standing in a corner of a room of nearly one hundred square meters, like a robot, very tidy. In the other corner, there is a pile of bones.
In the third corner, there was an easy chair where the old lich used as a bed. The last corner is a pile of debris with various uses.
This functional partitioning is very clear... Richard raised his eyebrows and was about to talk to the old Lich, but he turned around and saw that the old Lich did not follow him. But after he entered, he closed the door quickly, tossed the latch and the iron lock, and sealed the door inside the door, as if he hadn't considered him to leave in a while.
This... Richard opened his mouth and said helplessly to the old Lich: "Mr. Afu, don't be so careful? Although, I know that Anan is indeed a little quirky and used to steal the bones you choose, but you are all on guard. If this is the case, can he still succeed?"
"Click!"
The old lich locked the last iron lock, and dragged several chains tied to the door. Unsure, he waved and released several vigilance spells.
Looking at the shimmer of the alert spell covering the whole door, I looked back and spit out: "Hey, kid, I told you, don’t believe it, the recent things are really evil. I closed the door before. People have never left, but the spell puppets I made in this room have one less for no reason-from sixty-two to sixty-one.
I highly doubt that it was the skeleton Anan who did it, although he didn’t know how he did it, but he had to use his full strength to prevent this from happening again, otherwise sooner or later, all the magic puppets I made had to be stolen. . "
The door was closed, no one left, and he could be stolen... Richard was a little skeptical and looked at the old lich man and asked, half-jokingly, "Mr. Afu, are you sure, didn't you accidentally count wrongly?"
"Do you think I won't count?" The old Lich pulled his face down and said unhappy, "Don't I even count a number that doesn't even reach one hundred? Huh, boy, you look at me too little Right?"
"Okay... my question, I apologize."
"Huh, that's about the same. Say, kid, what are you doing with me this time? Don't say, you have to go out again." said the Lich old man, "although I said it before, you must inform when you go out. Me. But my original intention is to make you better not go out often, and save the accident here, let me be implicated, not just let you say hello to me."
"Uh, this..."
"Damn it." Old Lich looked at Richard, his face changed, "Hey, boy, don't you really have to go far again?"
"indeed."
"I……"
"But Mr. Afu, don't worry too much. I will bring the Eden with me this time." Richard explained.
"Bring a piece of Eden?" The old Lich froze slightly, his expression slightly softened, and thought about it, "So, this time I left with you? Where do I go? Is it back to Jialan City or Shamba? Pull town?"
"No, it's a far away place."
"Where is it?"
"Beihuang."
"Beihuang?" The old lich listened, stunned for a moment, and then showed some complicated expression.
Richard also thought that the old Lich would be a little resistant, and he didn't want to "move". When he saw the other person's expression was not consistent, he blinked and asked, "Why, Mr. Afu, do you have some memories of Beihuang?"
"Memories?" The old Lich shook his head slightly and squinted. "It's not a memory. It's just some vague impressions that I remembered recently. I don't know if it is an illusion. I think I might have been in Beihuang before I was alive. I have spent a relatively long time and have a wonderful life experience. Maybe there are relatively important secrets from my life that can fill the gaps in my brain."
"So, Mr. Afu, do you want to go there to find your traces and try to restore all the memories of your life?"
"This... forget it." The old Lich shook his head, not very enthusiastic. "Now when I live away from me, I don't know how long it has passed. Even the historical records no longer exist. What traces are left? But..."
The old lich paused and said, "However, I still vaguely remember that Beihuang was in my era. There have been a lot of violent battles, and a lot of corpses are buried underground in many areas. Among them are high-level demonized creatures, If you have the opportunity to dig out the bones of powerful wizards as raw materials to create magic puppets, the effect will be very good."
"So, you have no opinion on going to Beihuang?"
"Can I have any opinions?"
"That's good." Richard nodded. "Wait a while, I really get there, and I will notify you."
"Row."
"Now...would you bother to open the door and let me go out?" Finally, Richard stood in front of the door and looked at the old Lich.
The old lich opened his mouth and spit out: "Okay."
He walked to the door with his lips open, and tossed again skillfully.
"Squeak crunch!"
"Clap pop pop pop!"
With a squeak, the door finally opened after dozens of seconds, and Richard walked out.
The old Lich only said goodbye, and slammed the door shut, and then the door was closed again.
After completely restoring the original appearance, the old Lich breathed a sigh of relief, then slowly leaned back against the door: "Northern Wasteland? Northern Wasteland?"
After saying it twice, the expression on the old lich's face changed twice.
Seriously, he felt that something very important must have happened in the land of Beihuang, but he couldn't remember what it was.
"Damn, this fool's head."
The old lich man angrily hammered his head, and finally shook his head~EbookFREE.me~ gave up, no longer forced to remember, and walked in front of the magic puppets lined up in the room, reaching for one by one Points.
For him, the memories of Beihuang and his lifetime are a bit far away. It is only valuable to join Pandora and try to create a replica of the ancient "Fu Tu".
And to make this a success, it is necessary to ensure that the spell puppets can no longer be lost.
"one two Three……"
The old lichman made a serious voice and kept counting, but at the end, his expression became wonderful.
"Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine. Hmm? Fifty-nine? Isn't it sixty-two? One less before became sixty-one. It's weird enough. Now why is there two less in a blink of an eye? ?"
"Don't I really count? Or is it too old, accidentally, the number is wrong? Well, count again and confirm." The old Lich took a deep breath and raised the second time.
"One, two, three... fifty-six, fifty-seven, fifty-eight... fifty-eight! And... another one less?!" The old lich felt his tongue was a little knotted.
Even if he possesses powerful and extraordinary power, he has not been afraid of angels in the scene of the Shambhala uranium mine, but now he can't help but shrinking his neck, feeling a cold air rising from the soles of his feet along the spine.
Isn't there really a ghost?
No, absolutely not... Old Lich's voice is a little trembling, forcibly stable, the third count.
"One, two, three... fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven... five... fifty-seven? Ah! fifty-seven!"
"Snapped!"
With a loud sound, the old lich patted his head with his hands, and then grabbed the sparse, hay-like gray hair on his head. His face collapsed and his eyes were horrified.
Really hell!
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