Curiosity and fear of fear alternately occupied Ruibo's heart.

The ultimate winner of this battle was the innate desire for knowledge that he had lived.

Rebow observed everything he saw curiously, as if he had countless questions.

"What are those red lights? I don't think it's just for lighting." Ruibo asked softly.

"This is the dark red cloud you just saw, you can see them as an extension of the consciousness I have." The corpse explained slowly.

"I have just told you that I once had hundreds of bodies, and those bodies also had their own consciousness and souls. When those bodies gradually lost their vitality, the souls separated from the body did not dissipate due to death."

“These souls became an extension of the consciousness I have.”

"But the soul that has lost its body cannot replenish its energy and will eventually become nothingness, so I have turned them into what I am now."

"In a sense, they can be called a special kind of undead. Although I am not a necromancer, I have a very deep understanding of the undead world."

As he said that, the corpse waved gently, and a dark red cloud of smoke slowly floated over.

The corpse slowly stretched out its palm and grabbed the red cloud in its hand.

What surprised Ruibo was that he saw the red cloud shrink rapidly and eventually turned into a crystal clear blood-red bead.

The bead is as dazzling as a ruby, but also as round as a pearl.

"You can call this the Blood Soul Bead. For necromancers, this is definitely the most salivating material for them."

"If you want to make a blood soul bead, in addition to having a soul with extremely strong mental power as the core, you also need to use a large amount of life essence as nourishment."

"Thankfully, for me, both are all in place, and I have killed so many people with perfect blood and drew a lot of essence from their lives."

"And I myself have extremely strong mental power. The most perfect thing is that my body is not afraid of death. Generally speaking, before a body is completely destroyed, I will prepare to refine the blood soul bead."

"Imagine how powerful the mental power I have gathered together by hundreds of me."

"I believe no necromancer ever thought of this way to refine blood soul beads. Because of this, if a necromancer sees the scene in front of him, everything here may make him ecstatic."

The corpse said proudly.

However, Ribo was only creepy. He absolutely could not agree with this kind of coldness and despise of human life.

Although he has learned the skills of an assassin after he followed Kyle, the king of the killer.

He has become increasingly indifferent and despised by other people's lives.

But he still won't take others' lives for no reason.

Rebow knew very well that there were always three different identities in him that influenced his thoughts.

As time went on, Ribo felt more and more that he had forgotten that he was just playing the heir of Serthborg, the Ribo Byrndit who had died in a conspiracy.

He felt more and more that the Lord of the Castle of Serth and Earl of Medin were his due identity.

However, compared with those nobles, lords, and important officials of the cabinet, he has another unique identity.

Rebow will never forget how much he spent as Mr. Hyde and Eckert, carefully trained liars and assassins.

Ruibo does not think that this identity is not glorious enough.

After experiencing that rainy battle, when he penetrated the killer king who was traversing the northwest from behind, Ribo felt the pleasure of enjoying the battle.

During that battle, Eckert's adventure sneaked into the opponent's territory and used huge amounts of money to buy the opponent's foundation and allies.

This amazing attack made Ruibo feel even more intoxicated.

He became more and more in love with this feeling of dancing between life and death and using strategies to kill.

However, Ribo did not forget his roots anyway.

He comes from Nangang, a place where money is paramount. He has been deeply influenced by the strong and inseparable merchant atmosphere in Nangang since he was a child.

Ribo knew that no matter how he changed, no matter what identity he had or what title he obtained, he would never forget that his original goal was to become a businessman.

Neither a merchant, a liar or a lord of a southern territory would like to kill unbridledly.

As an assassin, whether it is Ribo or Kyle, who teaches his assassin skills, he also does not like killing without reason.

Although Ruibo regards life very despised, he also knows that life has value.

If the killing can bring benefits to him, he will definitely take action without hesitation.

But he would never take anyone's life for some reason.

Because of this, Ribo suddenly felt much more relaxed.

The originally heavy and worried confusion that made him feel very heavy, disappeared in an instant.

Maybe he does have many very similarities with the blood magician in front of him.

Maybe he is moving along the path these blood magicians once walked.

But Ribo was very confident that when the fork in the fork in the lead to madness and killing appeared in front of him, he would never choose the wrong direction.

Ruibo has this confidence and confidence because he has a completely different nature from the Blood Magician.

"Can you tell me what kind of undead is paying attention to me?" Ribo asked as he looked at the corpse.

At this moment, fear and confusion have disappeared without a trace. After calming down, Ruibo began to think about more important things.

All of this is absolutely impossible to be a coincidence.

The Blood Magician told him personally that there were ancient undeads who locked him as their target.

Ruibo was confident that he had never offended any ancient undead, and the magic system he practiced was absolutely impossible to be related to undead magic.

What kind of conspiracy is hidden behind this matter?

This question is becoming heavier in Ruibo's heart.

"That undead should be the chief wizard of a tribe in the era of the Shilang League. In that era of barbarism and blood, it was really easy to get enough sacrifices and life."

"Because of this, the wizard gained very powerful power, and after his death, he made him become a powerful undead through a large amount of blood sacrifice."

"But in my opinion, the undead has powerful power, but it has not really obtained the essence of the undead magic."

"And the ancient research on necromancer magic lacks a sophisticated system after all, and those stupid wizards one-sidedly pursue the power of power."

"So, there are often fatal flaws in their seemingly extremely powerful power."

"When it comes to the power of my power, I am no less than him. With these blood soul beads, I am already invincible. What's more, I have used the souls of those perfect blood owners to refine a large number of life marks."

"The Blood Soul Pearl makes me invincible. The curse issued by the powerful undead cannot give me any harm, but the life mark I have can give the powerful undead a fatal blow."

The corpse explained in detail and in detail. He even raised his chin proudly, as if in that moment he had recovered his former style that was high and arrogant.

"I have one last question, that is, why did you summon me here? I don't think you just want to find a chat person because you are too lonely." Ruibo asked carefully. For him, this question is the most important and critical.

"Hahaha, I'm glad you were so honest." The corpse suddenly laughed, his laughter seemed hoarse and broken.

"I have satisfied your vigorous curiosity, and I have allowed you to know so many secrets that are unknown in the magical world."

"I just want to have your body as a reward."

"You should be able to see that my body has been decayed and decayed and useless." The corpse said leisurely, as if he was absolutely sure that the young man in front of him would not refuse his request.

"Why don't you go to zhan to have another person's body? In this half century, you should have the opportunity. It's not far from Defei City. There must be many people coming to this woods every year. Why don't you start until now? Why do you choose me instead of others?" Ruibo asked in anger.

"Do you think I've never tried it? It's a pity that no one here has a body suitable for me."

"In fact, if you didn't happen to pass here, I would have to choose a body to revive me for five or six years at most."

"However, other bodies simply cannot satisfy me."

"The mental power of ordinary people is very weak. After all, not many people have excellent magical talents."

"And the magician with a deep cultivation is too dangerous for me now. Although I am not worried that ordinary magicians can harm me, even if I damage anything here, it will make me extremely upset."

"What's more, I'm not sure that I can summon the magician who has profound cultivation here."

"After all, it is not that easy to find a magic apprentice who is not well-versed in the world and has a strong curiosity. Those magic apprentices generally always follow the teacher and stay away from this barren land with nothing."

After saying this, the corpse seemed to no longer intend to give Ruibo a chance to resist, and threw the blood soul bead in his hand at Ruibo's feet.

The blood soul bead immediately turned into a dark red cloud and penetrated into Ruibo's body.

"What other questions do you want to ask me? I'm willing to give you a satisfactory answer, but I'm not going to take risks, because in my opinion, you are undoubtedly much more dangerous than your peers. The more I contact you, the more I feel that we are the same people." The blood magician said seriously.

"We do have many similarities, but we have the greatest difference in nature. You are above all else, you are obviously the best among the nobles, seeking everything you want to have."

"But I am more like a businessman, and I prefer to use mutually beneficial transactions to get everything I need."

"You and I are not all the same guys. I am very happy to finally say goodbye to my confusion and confusion." Ruibo said. At this moment, he could still smile, as if he was indifferent to the dangers he was facing, as if he was not in danger at all, as if the blood-colored clouds did not restrain his actions at all.

The corpse thought for a while after hearing this, then he nodded slightly and said, "Maybe there is nothing wrong with what you said. Then take this as a gift. If you have any questions you want to ask, I will try my best to give you a satisfactory answer."

"I want to know, what happened to the dagger that brought me here? It didn't fit all the magic principles I knew." Ruibo Youran asked.

"I don't know why you never seem to have heard of my famous weapon."

"I remember people call it the 'Death Scythe' because it is like the scythe used by the servants and servants around the Lord of the Underworld in the legend, they can easily kill the enemy."

"The reason why I can deal with so many enemies is that my favorite weapon can definitely be regarded as an indelible contribution. It is undoubtedly the best killer and the mount I use to escape. No one can catch up with its speed. Even the flying ship created by Mildit himself is not as good as it."

"No one can escape its assassination, because no matter how great a person is, he always has moments of neglect."
To be continued...