"When?" she asked.

"How about tomorrow? Since you sent the elf back, our plan is completely finished." The banshee smiled meaningfully: "Of course, if you are willing to compensate..."

"Impossible." Sang Ni refused: "Just tomorrow night, I will come to you."

"It's fine if you are willing." The banshee was shocked by her previous words and did not dare to stay for long: "Yes, I'll give you this back."

She threw a sealing stone.

Sang Ni caught it and felt the dying evil spirit inside.

She put it on the person who sold the stolen goods.

"If it wasn't for the master who happened to be upset that he killed him, he might not have discovered it yet." The banshee said helplessly, "It's a pity."

"You can roll." Sang Ni said in disgust, squeezing the stone subconsciously.

The banshee left the window without any delay. She was afraid that Sang Ni would kill her if she walked slowly.

Sang Ni watched her back disappear into the darkness with cold eyes, and sat down by the bed.

She first released her evil spirit from the seal.

The extremely weak evil spirits turned into a black misty ball, grievance rubbed against her hand.

Sang Ni hugged the fog dumpling on his lap and fed it some necromantic power: "It's okay, how did you get discovered?"

The evil spirit dumpling trembled on her leg, revealing his memory.

The memory images of the evil spirits are shown in Sang Ni's spiritual realm. It may be because of injuries. Its memories are intermittent, and most of them are still very vague.

All Sang Ni could see was that the stolen person had left and returned to the dark alley. He saw a person who was covered in a black robe and couldn't see his face. He seemed to say something that shouldn't be said, and then he was caught The spell was killed.

Withering Curse, a high-level necromancer.

All the words of the death banshee were met.

It seems that the other party is indeed very sincere. After being destroyed by the long-prepared plan, he actually just captured her one of the more important death banshees, and even released an evil spirit back to prove that he had no intention of tearing the ticket.

When did the Necromancer, who has always been ruthless, thinking about solving the problem through negotiation?

Sang Ni is almost certain where this person comes from.

As for what is going on...

What did he think? He lived in that place for ten years with fear and trembling. Once he ran away with revenge, where would he be willing to go back?

As she thought about it, she rubbed the misty dumpling in her hand, feeling that she was really an unqualified lich.

If you don't have the ambition to destroy the world, let's take a look at what undead creatures she transformed into?

A pile of soulless skeletons, a four-headed death banshee who can only sing a lullaby, a death knight who no longer knows where the waves are going, and an evil spirit that is not as good as a dog except as a pillow.

The evil inspiration should come to Sang Ni's emotions, and pitifully rubbed her fingers.

"I don't dislike you." Sang Ni sighed: "I shouldn't have left Erie Weier here just now, it was my carelessness."

She stayed in a daze for a while, took the evil spirit back into the summoning space, and decided to go for a walk.

She couldn't sense the position of Elviere now. The other party must have set up an interference circle around her to prevent her from looking for it directly.

I don't know if she left any clues nearby when she was caught.

Thinking like this, Sang Ni left the compensation for repairing the door lock in the room, opened the broken door and walked outside.

"Why are you?" As soon as she stepped onto the corridor, she saw an existence that surprised her.

Long was a little embarrassed: "I think it's too late today and it's not convenient to hurry, so I just want to come back and stay overnight."

Sang Ni nodded to indicate that he knew it, and turned around to leave.

"By the way, where is Elevier?" Long asked suddenly: "She borrowed a book from me before, and I haven't returned it to her."

This is really... a coincidence.

Sang Ni glanced at him with a complicated tone: "There was an accident and she was taken away."

"Huh?" Long was dazed: "Catch it? Who?"

"Who else can it be?" Sang Ni said grimly: "It has nothing to do with you anyway. You don't need to return the book. Keep it for yourself."

While talking, she walked out.

She didn't want to involve the dragon in the mess of her past.

Such a silly dragon just got rid of an undead curse completely. It was still lucky to meet her who has the ability to solve the curse. If she gets stuck again, she doesn't know what will happen.

"You wait." Long grabbed her wrist.

Sang Ni was impatient and threw it away... didn't shake it.

Long is stronger than her.

"The injury I received before is related to the Necromancer," Long said. "Don't you think they have been active recently?"

Indeed, Sang Ni had the same doubts before, but she knew it now.

It must be added here.

Necromancers are textbook villains in this world that believes in light and nature. They abandon their gods and their goal in life is to destroy the world at once.

Of course, destroying the world is a big project, so most necromancers are also organized and disciplined.

This organization is called the Fallen Dark Vatican, and it is opposed to the holy light Vatican. The current dark Vatican has no pope. The three main halls are parallel and balanced. There are three cardinals and sixty or seventy branch bishops. The branch bishops killed the cardinals. Can take over a main hall.

By the way, the one who died with Sang Ni was the second cardinal.

So this is a good explanation for the recent troubles of the Necromancer.

Think about it, the cardinal died, and the one who should go to the throne ran away!

Sang Ni felt that this reason was a bit unspeakable.

She couldn't tell the dragon that this group of necromancers all over the world behaved in order to **** a main hall that I shunned.

"Yes, it's really frequent." Sang Ni finally decided to pretend to be a fool.

"Don't you know at all?" Long asked suspiciously.

Is he suspicious of me?

Sang Ni continued to remain silent on the surface: "Why, should I know the reason?"

"Well, I think too much." The dragon looked a little annoyed: "I think you know a little bit of black magic, and thought you know a little bit about necromancers... But think about it, you've been farming in the countryside before."

No, I actually just planted it for a few months.

Sang Ni has a dilemma.

"There are also many people who know black magic, and they don't necessarily have to be related to the necromancer." Long then said sincerely: "I misunderstood."

Sang Ni became even more guilty.

Long actually thought she was just a country mage who could do black magic.

In fact, undead magic is a kind of black magic, but in essence, the difference between the two is bigger than smoking and drug use.

Undead magic is absolutely taboo.

And Sang Ni, who uses undead magic to turn himself into a lich...probably as soon as he shows up, he will be treated as a world boss, and he will be used in a group.

Therefore, she really didn't deliberately lie to the dragon.

She still wanted to go further.

No, what is she doing now.

Sang Ni finally reacted and pulled his hand out of the dragon's claws: "Why, are you trying to get revenge? Are you sure that the necromancer and the one who hurt you are the same person you want to go?"

Long was a little puzzled: "Who is the Necromancer divided by?"

Oh, that's right. Sang Ni silently covered his face in his heart.

The whole world acquiesced that once a Necromancer is found, it must be executed on the spot and act cheaply.

"Is it okay?" She discussed with Long: "The person who took Aili said that I can only go by myself. You should go to the elves and explain the situation to them first. If I haven't come back after the sun rises, you can come and look for it. ."

What she was going to talk about later could not be known, if the dragon found out that she was a lich, thinking about killing her first would be in trouble.

"Are you going now?" Long asked in surprise.

"Yeah." Sang Ni looked at the time, at one o'clock in the morning, the banshee said that tomorrow was already here.

Although, she felt that the banshee actually wanted to say tomorrow night.

But she couldn't wait now, she had to stabilize the dragon first.

"That's it, let's split up." She left in a hurry, without waiting for the dragon to ask any more.

Continue to ask, I'm afraid it's not going to talk about it.

Sang Ni left the inn directly, and he didn't care about looking for any clues, and walked towards the dark alley according to the memory the evil spirit showed her.

The dark alley is a T-shaped, and both sides at the bottom look like dead ends.

But it only seemed that Sang Ni could feel a clear breath of death in one of the walls.

It's just a trick.

She erased the hidden spell on the wall with magic power, revealing an ordinary-looking wooden door in front of her.

Sang Ni knocked on the door symbolically, three times in a standard way.

There was the sound of footsteps in the door, obviously coming to open the door.

It's three steps away, two steps away.

She counted silently, and the moment the person who opened the door stood by the door, she directly exploded the door with an explosive spell.

Perfect.

She watched the death banshee hit by the door panel from the door frame and flew more than two meters away, and gave herself a thumbs up in her heart.

"Sorry." She smiled. "I thought no one would come to open the door."

"You..." The banshee struggled under the thick door panel, glaring at her: "Do you think I'm stupid?"

"No, why would you think so." Sang Ni kept smiling.

She looked inside the door and found that it was actually a two-story small attic, with the living room in front of her.

"Good taste." She took a look at the furnishings in the room, walked in on her own, slumped on the sofa in the middle, and tilted her feet on the coffee table.

It looked like that, I didn't know that I thought it was a door-to-door collection of rent.

"Is there any tea?" She said in a leisurely voice.

The banshee was stunned by her operation, unable to say a word for a long time, and almost forgot to get angry.

"Yes, but do you need to drink?" A voice came from the second floor of the attic.

Sang Ni looked in the direction of speaking, and saw the person who was unexpected but didn't want to meet.

"It's you," she said.

The author has something to say:

Sang Ni: I was quiet and watched the show. Why did I almost fall off my horse in the end? ?

There are a lot of settings in this chapter, but I can’t help it. I can’t write it without explaining it.

The next chapter welcomes the villain

Guess whether he is handsome or not.

I think the last point is almost gone... lost in thought

Is it so terrible for me to write? ? ?

Gradually autistic