Mr. Z realized that the other party knew his name, and he must have known this hidden mysterious man, but Mr. Z now has no choice.

Morrison, who was standing silly, looked at Mr. Z and heard what the mysterious man hidden in the dark said. He accidentally heard Mr. Z's real name, "Niled Alding".

The undead in Block 6 has appeared.

It is now night, the yellow moonlight shines between heaven and earth, and the black night sky swallows the world.

It seems that there are only Mr. Morrisonz and the Mysterious Man left in the whole world.

The undead rushed towards Morrison, and Mr. Z, who was looking for its owner, was omitted by him.

Morrison is just a newcomer who has just entered the first-level psychic. He does not know any fighting skills, nor even how to guide the spirit. He cannot fight against the undead in front of him.

"Oh no," Mr. Z glanced at the dead rushing towards Morrison.

Morrison is very important to the Holy Spirit, at least he is one of the best among the observers of the Holy Spirit. The lively and active boy has become much deeper under the baptism of crisis.

The undead rushed over, Morrison's face turned as usual, not knowing what plans he had in his heart.

Mr. Z had no time to take care of Morrison, and the mysterious man threw another card "Spade 4".

Morrison remembered a knife around his waist, and took it out the knife he had wanted to assassinate Mr. Z.

Morrison, who was far calmer than ordinary people, held the knife in his hand and felt a little safe.

However, for Morrison, the threat of the undead is very great, far from what he can deal with. The only way is to fight one battle and fight to the death!

"act--004 original relics"

Mr. z used the abyss.

Originally, Chu was an important figure in the Battle of the Seven Gods, and turned the situation around.

The remains are very restrictive to creatures such as the undead and can weaken 90% of their power.

The mysterious man hiding in the dark did not expect that Mr. Z would bring act--004 over. This was not within his imagination.

"Mr. Z, I believe we will have a goodbye soon." The mysterious man turned into a smoke and took away two undead cards.

Mr. z did not move.

Instead, he whispered in a very serious voice: "I know you are, don't worry you can't escape."

No sound came out, and the mysterious man had already left, which made Mr. Z give a breath.

"Mr. z, who... is that?" Morrison asked Mr. z in his slightly trembling voice.

Mr. Z didn't know how to tell Morrison about this, but as a party, understanding was essential.

Morrison just wanted to ask a question, but was stopped by Mr. Z. He did not give Morrison a chance to ask questions.

"Let's talk about it when you go back, it's dangerous here." Mr. Z's voice was a little hoarse.

Morrison rubbed his face helplessly and followed Mr. Z.

The rain began to fall, and the raindrops dripped on the ground, and the "drip" sound was lingering in my ears. Soon, the rain became heavy, and there were two people in the rain curtain, and their clothes were soaked, but they didn't expect to find a place to shelter from the rain.

Morrison had an illusion. In the rain, he saw the black bird from Honghe Village, an extraordinary black bird, and a black bird that obtained the power of the demon.

"Here." As Mr. Z's voice appeared, Morrison's heart became much more stable.

When he opened the door, Morrison was cheered up by the warmth of the fireplace. He felt very comfortable. Morrison took off his pure black tuxedo and hung it next to the fireplace.

Mr. Z sorted out his clothes and took off his black hat. Strangely, his clothes were dry in an instant.

This made Morrison feel very strange. Isn’t Mr. Z’s profession a “witch”?

"Amazing? What's so amazing about this? It's just extracting the fire spirit contained in the spirit and drying the clothes." Mr. Z said to Morrison casually.

Morrison: “…”

He thought silently in his heart: "Mr. Z is really stupid. If he is doing this, he is really a waste of his family. But it seems that maybe, Mr. Z has such strength."

Mr. Z saw that Morrison was confused at this time, and he just smiled but said nothing, as if he was just for him. This small problem was not worth his scrutiny. He wanted Morrison to explore it himself.

"Knowledge is power." Mr. Z said this to Morrison with a smile on his face.

This sentence sounds familiar, but Morrison doesn't remember who said it.

Morrison said in his heart: "I can't act better in front of the mysterious man when I say these words all day long."

Mr. Z found a chair, sat down, lit a cigar, looked at Morrison, and said, "What do you want to ask, say, I should tell you something too, otherwise I won't know how to run when I encounter danger."

Morrison was speechless. He didn't expect that Mr. Z would say something that would let him run away.

"Run? Can you run away?" Morrison asked Mr. Z with a drooping face.

"Ignorance, you have read a lot of books and there are many records of evil gods. Is there no record of what to do when you encounter the dead?" Mr. Z yelled at Morrison.

Morrison shook his head innocently.

"On your bookshelf, count from top to bottom, the third floor, the fifth book from left, and there is a record." Mr. Z closed his eyes, tasted the cigar, and ignored Morrison.

Morrison complained in his heart, but quietly went to the bookshelf to get the books. A smile appeared on the corner of Mr. Z's mouth and soon disappeared.

Morrison, who received the book, came back soon and threw it to Mr. Z.

"Seep it to me, I can't find it." Morrison's arrogant tone made Mr. Z feel a little funny, and he didn't take action.

"Look at it yourself, find it yourself, and learning is your own, not mine." Mr. Z said casually.

Morrison felt like he lost the second time.

Mr. Z teased Morrison for a moment, and seemed much happier, and the previous sense of crisis disappeared.

Morrison went to make a cup of coffee, add milk, and sipped coffee leisurely while reading the book.

This time Morrison reads a book very slowly, and he reads it for a long time and opens another page. Because Morrison knew that even if Mr. Z often quarrels with him, he would never be unaware of what Mr. Z should be nice to him and what he should know.

Suddenly, Morrison stopped and Mr. Z looked at him.

"Finished?"

Morrison shook his head.

"But I found something else." Morrison said to Mr. Z in a plain tone.

Mr. Z's pupils contracted slightly. Morrison's hand was a book. He read it many times, but he didn't see anything in it. However, when Morrison said this today, he suddenly remembered a very important point he had missed before.

Mr. z stood up and walked towards Morrison.

"Look here." Morrison pointed his hand at a line of text in the book.

"The undead is just a rioter without spirits"

In just one short sentence, if it is true, then the Abyss Act-142 Undead Card is very important for the entire psychic.

Mr. Z was dull beside Morrison, looking at the lines of words, feeling horrible.

"You said, can the rioters really... kill?" Mr. Z asked this question with a trembling voice.

Morrison shook his head, he didn't know how to explain the matter.

"Then, the fifty-four cards of act-142 undead cards mean that fifty-four rioters were killed or sealed in the undead cards." Mr. Z said to himself.

Morrison looked at Mr. Z's abnormal expression and vaguely guessed something, and asked, "If this is true, what does that mean?"

"If this is true, then the rioters will be terrifying. The evil organization can use the rioters to sacrifice to the evil gods and even summon them." Mr. Z said, "Forget it, let's not talk about this."

"Forget it, I'll tell you," Mr. Z looked reluctant. "The undead will have a certain range of survival. It's not just a simple way to run around. Of course, the powerful undead will not say anything."

"Abyss Act--142 Undead Cards summoned by the undead card has a great requirement. The distance between the person who uses it cannot exceed one hundred meters. If you run out of this range, it means you are temporarily safe."

Morrison nodded slightly, then asked, "Is there any level of abyss objects?"

Mr. Z took a deep sip of the cigar and thought to himself: "I shouldn't have given Morrison a chance to ask questions."

Fortunately, Mr. Z's patience was barely enough this time, so he explained to Morrison patiently: "The abyss object has no level, because it is meaningless to divide the level. Abyss object has different uses in many cases. It is possible that an ordinary abyss object can kill a top psychic. All this depends on how the abyss object is used."

"When you are staring at the abyss, the abyss is staring at you."

"We use the abyss objects to get gifts from the abyss. Of course, there is nothing in the world that is free to give. Everything has value. If you want to get it, you must pay the corresponding price." Mr. Z said a lot, and Morrison sat on the wooden rocking chair next to him, listening leisurely.

Mr. Z deliberately used the spirit to hypnotize Morrison, and he was worried that Morrison would ask questions endlessly again.

Mr. Z yawned and felt sleepy.

"It's late at night, it's time to go to bed. I don't know how much hair you will lose when I stay up late today. I have to find someone to help me find some hair growth tomorrow. Otherwise, I won't have any hair." Mr. Z said to himself.

Only Morrison snoring was left in the room.

Three nautical miles from the port of Leding City, someone was playing the card in his hand.

A person came and said to this person: "The mission failed, wait for trial. Even if you use the undead card, you can't get the original relics. It seems that you can't do it anymore. You are a third-level psychic whisperer. How could you not even get it?"
Chapter completed!