As soon as the necromancer shrouded in black robe disappeared, Wang Zheng's face showed an unspeakable smile. Of course, he knew that the necromancer did not give up, but must have been brewing the next action.

In this regard, Wang Zheng said it doesn’t matter, just because the soldiers come to block the water and soil.

In order to cooperate with the Necromancer's plan, Wang Zheng pretended not to know the way and deviated from the main road with a confused look on his face.

The crowd on the street became much colder. At this moment, at a turn not far ahead, a black-robed figure lowered his head and walked towards Wang Zheng.

A glimmer of light flashed in Wang Zheng's eyes. I have waited for you for so long and finally came! I want to see where I am attracted by you.

Wang Zheng's eyes were free, as if he was looking at the customs and customs around him, and the necromancer walked straight towards Wang Zheng, and inadvertently bumped into Wang Zheng's body.

When two people collided on the street, even if their thoughts were erratic, they would subconsciously look at each other when they encountered this situation.

The necromancer who had been planning for a long time and Wang Zheng, who was well versed in acting, both understood this, so the two of them looked at each other tacitly.

Compared to the Necromancer, Wang Zheng's eyes were even more angry and unexpected, and he fully interpreted a passerby who was struggling with others because of distractedness.

At this moment, Wang Zheng's sight was a pair of green eyes. The remaining green flames in the eyes kept rotating, turning into a deep spiral nest, as if to swallow Wang Zheng's soul.

A spiritual impact rushed straight into Wang Zheng's mind. Feeling the huge but relatively small power, Wang Zheng laughed in his heart, and his eyes became dull.

His eyes flashed, and the thin face covered by the black robe showed a satisfied smile, and he said to Wang Zheng who looked like a puppet: "Okay, come with me."

After saying that, the Necromancer should walk forward first, and behind him, Wang Zheng followed him like a puppet.

In the streets and alleys, a little wandering, the Necromancer then took Wang Zheng to a dilapidated yard in a slum.

After entering the yard, the Necromancer first waved his sleeves, and the dark magic elements were stirred up, and the entire yard was immediately protected by the magic circle. Then he took two steps at a time and walked towards the dark hut.

There was a vague cough in the hut.

After the figure of the Necromancer disappeared into the yard, Wang Zheng's dull gaze returned to the clarity. The almost magical vision brought by the Three Plate Sutra spread, and everything in the cottage was revealed in front of Wang Zheng.

Back in the hut, the Necromancer took off the wide hood above his head, revealing a terrible face as thin as a skeleton, and his hair was dry and yellow, as if it was malnourished.

"It turned out to be a woman..."

Wang Zheng looked at the thin body inexplicably, and the shriveled bulge on his chest showed her gender.

However, the group of Necromancers seemed to care about their appearance at all. She looked at the half-grown boy lying on the bed with gentle and distressed eyes, and a terrifying smile appeared on her face: "Brother, are you getting better?"

When the old boy heard this, he smiled with difficulty. He didn't see him get up, but just responded weakly: "Sister, you are back."

He caressed the boy's face with his skin and bone-like palms. The Necromancer said to himself with emotion: "I'm back, give me some more time and I will cure you."

The boy opened his mouth and was about to say something, the Necromancer glared at him: "Hurry up and have a good rest, my sister is going to do the experiment."

As he said that, he turned around and walked outside without caring about the boy's stubborn eyes.

Seeing this, Wang Zheng quickly returned to his previous dull appearance again. However, he began to care about the information he had just obtained.

He could see the boy's condition clearly. Although the boy was stubborn and did not show any pain, Wang Zheng still clearly saw that the boy's entire spine was completely broken.

The necromancer could also infer from just a few words that she was conducting some kind of experiment, with the purpose of curing her brother's shattered spine.

"So, I was so unfortunately treated as a prey and a test subject by her?"

Wang Zheng knew in his heart that although this necromancer could not see through his fourth-level cultivation, Wang Zheng, who had refined the blood of the dragon and phoenix and practiced the Three Plate Sutra, could see his vigorous life aura.

"Well... Although most of the necromancers are human-like, the main reason is the erosion of dark elements and death aura."

"To put it bluntly, the meditation method is not advanced enough to have such disadvantages. But such a method can force this necromancer to practice to the third level, which is enough to show her talent."

As a qualified actor and director, observing words and expressions and observing daily life can be said to be a necessary skill. Just from a simple conversation, Wang Zheng judged a lot of useful information.

Of course, Wang Zheng did not forget to act as if he was controlled by his soul, and followed the footsteps of the necromancer and came to a remote small room.

The furnishings of the small room are simple, and they can even be said to be shabby.

However, after the Necromancer chanted the magic spell, a wide tunnel appeared in the shabby room.

In the tunnel, Wang Zheng clearly felt a cold and cold breath spreading. It was the wail of the dead and the resentment of the dead.

The Necromancer, who was also sensitive to the breath of death, also felt the aura. However, she just snorted coldly and walked towards the depths of the tunnel with Wang Zheng's expression unchanged.

After passing through a not-so-long tunnel, the space suddenly became clear, and a large underground secret room appeared in front of Wang Zheng.

Wang Zheng was inevitably surprised when his martial arts consciousness looked at him obscurely for a week.

Is this girl brave enough?

Just now, Wang Zheng found countless white bones piled in every corner of the secret room.

There are elves, dragon-like monsters, frost giants, and even vaguely fluctuating rules, suspected to be descendants of gods...

The common feature of these white bones is that their life aura is extremely vigorous. Of course, compared with Wang Zheng, their life aura is not enough.

After all, from the perspective of bones, these beings are only at the third level of cultivation.

At this moment, Wang Zheng suddenly found that the necromancer stared at him with a bright look. Before Wang Zheng could react, he heard her hoarsely say:

"What a great talent, it's almost the same as my brother."
Chapter completed!