Morrison suddenly opened his eyes and sweat broke out on his body.

Morrison sighed helplessly, closed his eyes slightly, and thought, "The experience I just now was really strange. If you put aside the harvest, the degree of horror is far inferior to that of the trip to Honghe Village. That is a real god."

Morrison returned to his previous state and felt the changes in his body. He didn't know what had changed in his body.

Mr. Z pushed open the door of the silver room and exclaimed loudly in his surprised tone: "I didn't expect you to come back alive. Because I was afraid that you would lose control, I specially applied for the Abyss Act-004 original relics. It seems that I can't use it now."

Morrison didn't expect that Mr. Z would say this as soon as he came in. He didn't know how to reply, and a silence fell into the air.

Morrison was the first to break the silence and said to Mr. Wu's anger: "You are just looking forward to my death like this. After taking the psychic potion, you don't have any congratulations. It seems that I, the so-called observer, are nothing in front of you."

"How is that possible? You are an observer. I have applied for the original relics of act-004 when I didn't see it. How could I not pay attention to you? Normal people will not receive such treatment if they take psychic potions." Mr. Z smiled at Morrison, and his smile this time was still the same as before, terrifying.

Morrison replied sarcastically: "Then I really thank you, Mr. Z, the brainless."

After hearing that he was criticized by Morrison again, Mr. Z was not angry. After all, after hearing Morrison complain that he was one of the few fun he had in a day and he would still be affected late at night...

Mr. z shook his head gently and put his thoughts aside.

Instead, he asked Morrison: "What do you feel after taking the psychic potion? What is the profession?"

"After taking the psychic potion, I feel that I have the opportunity to be killed by the mindless Mr. Z with the original primitive relics of the applied act-004. Of course, the profession is unknown." Morrison was still immersed in Mr. Z's words just now, and he still had emotions.

Mr. Z has no way to deal with Morrison's emotions. In the Holy Spirit, his identity is not too bad, but in front of this little guy, he doesn't know what his level means now.

Mr. z thought to himself, "Those who do not know are innocent. Naturally, they are fearless."

Morrison recovered his mood and wanted to tell Mr. Z what he was really going on. What Morrison didn't expect was that Mr. Z wasn't as angry as before. Instead, he explained to Morrison: "You know it's stupid, but at the same time, you're smart, and you don't know what the rioters mean.

Even the rioters who have just taken the psychic potion, the rioters cannot be killed!" Mr. Z was a little broken. It was obvious that something had come to mind.

Morrison did not dare to speak. In his eyes, Mr. Z did not show such a mood again.

Mr. Z took a deep breath and calmed down his mood slightly and said to Morrison: "Let me tell you about the horror of the rioters. When I was on the mission, I discovered a ritual. At that time, we went to the same group, two third-level psychics, five second-level psychics, and seven third-level psychics. This is a very high configuration, but it is that ritual that makes a second-level psychic a rioter. It is a ritual to worship the evil god. He is Yonghui. I said that the rioters cannot be killed."

"But we never thought that the power of the rioters would be so powerful. That mission was to destroy the priest. At the beginning, we used a total of three abyss objects. What is terrible is that the power of the rioters is terrible, especially those who have just become rioters, can no longer be called humans, but should be called monsters."

"They are still smart, and that was when they were the smartest. With the bonus of the ritual, his strength was like a fourth-level psychic. There were only three people in our team who survived. The rioters cannot be killed, but they can be sealed! The two third-level psychics in our group sealed the rioters with their lives."

"Now you should understand why I came with the original relics of act-004, because the rioters were too terrifying."

Mr. z sighed, not knowing how to get Morrison to accept this fact.

Morrison was shocked after listening to it. He remembered "The Diary of Emperor Senna", which seemed to have recorded a law in the diary.

"The Law of Rebirth of the Necromancer"

Morrison thought that after a psychic becomes a rioter, the spirit will dissipate and become a dead spirit. The original psychic remains of the body of the psychic, so the dead spirit will naturally go to the original owner's body. Because the strength will be improved to a certain extent after rebirth, the rioter's strength will be very strong.

But all this is Morrison's guess.

"Okay, you'd better tell me what you feel after taking the psychic potion." Mr. Z said to Morrison in a confusing tone.

At this time, Mr. Z's spirit had appeared. Mr. Z was using his ability to influence Morrison to say something about himself. This was Mr. Z's helpless move. Who made Morrison so cunning?

What bad intentions can Mr. Z have? It's just to get information about Morrison's profession.

Morrison seemed to be bewitched by Mr. Z and said to Mr. Z: "This time I took the psychic potion, my body did not change much. This is related to my profession being an auxiliary profession."

Morrison still kept a hand. He found that Mr. Z's spirit was a bit abnormal. He didn't understand what it felt like. Maybe this was intuition?

Mr. Z's face had a complicated expression. For Morrison, who had just become a psychic, he could use his spirit, and Morrison later discovered it, which hit him very much.

"Forget it, forget it, if you want to tell me, I don't need to ask for it for the time being. Anyway, I will always know in the future, and you can't hide it from us." Mr. Z replied with a smile.

But Morrison's reaction seemed casual.

Mr. z made a sound that Morrison had never heard before.

"You should know that you are a member of the Holy Spirit. What you need is to complete the commission, sometimes it is simple, sometimes it is difficult, sometimes it is dangerous, sometimes it is opportunity."

"The Holy Spirit is a place where danger and opportunity coexist, isn't it?" Mr. z smiled.

"Everyone who gains must give, I understand this principle. I took your spiritual potion. Naturally, I don't feel surprised to be your people. I'm glad that you didn't really regard me as a slave. After all, slaves do not need freedom." Morrison's tone was very plain, as if someone had changed to talk to Mr. Z.

"Whenever you gain something, you must give. This kid, Morrison, can understand this truth without seeing that thing. It seems that we still underestimate him. Do you think so, g?" Mr. Z came up with such words in his mind.

"That's natural, so let's raise his dangerous level to a higher level. When we face him, we are not like facing a person, but rather a rioter, a rioter with a very high wisdom." A voice suddenly rang in Mr. Z's mind, but Mr. Z didn't feel anything. He was used to it.

"Time will prove everything. It can make people deform or destroy people." The voice came out again.

In Morrison, Mr. Z was stunned for a moment, which made him feel very strange, but he did not delve into anything.

"Mr. Z, who is insane, can we ask what we should do next?" Morrison asked.

The twists and turns ahead, muddy, and people without faith cannot get through it, including you and me. It is obvious that Morrison is in such a dilemma.

Mr. Z did not rush to answer him, nor did he pay attention to Morrison's jokes about him. He stared in one direction.

Morrison looked at him.

"This is the way we are going, a dark and unseen road, but we have to go on, it's about you, me, and everyone." Mr. Z's voice trembled slightly.

"We psychics are selfish and great..." Before Mr. Z finished speaking, a card flew over.

"Block 6"

The card reads.

"Not good." Mr. Z exclaimed repeatedly.

When Mr. z saw this card, he soon realized that this was the Abyss Act-142 Undead Card.

Seeing this situation, Morrison had nothing to help Mr. Z. For a moment, his existence was meaningless, but instead became a burden to Mr. Z.

"Whoever dares to use the undead card in the dark means that you have the strength of a second-level psychic or above." Mr. Z was very calm, and his hat was a little crooked by the wind, and he could still sort it out calmly.

When Morrison saw Mr. Z's actions, he thought to himself for no reason: "Mr. Z is really not afraid. He is really stupid. Is face that important?"

Mr. Z looked back at Morrison, and it was obvious that he found Morrison laughing at him. At this time, he just glared at Morrison. The enemy was facing him and he had to let go.

The block 6 released by the mysterious man before had some abnormal movements. Mr. Z didn't care and was still looking for an opponent.

The enemy is in the dark and he is in the light. Even if he knows that the undead cards are dangerous, he will not dare to act rashly.

After all, there are 54 undead cards, corresponding to fifty-four undead cards.

If you want to completely control the fifty-four undead spirits, you still have to wait until level seven.

In this situation, as long as the other party uses another card of the undead, Morrison and Mr. Z cannot escape.
Chapter completed!