Chapter 1623 The Unfortunate Lucky One

In the cellar, the eyes are filled with a heart-pounding dark red—the color of blood that is gradually drying up.

As soon as Maca opened the trap door of the cellar, a pungent stench burst out along with the airflow brought by the door opening, even Maca couldn't help but frowned tightly.

"Heh—Kaka—"

Sure enough, there was an ordinary living corpse under it. Seeing Maca, he immediately roared, the sound was like a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck in his throat, and the snoring made people get goosebumps.

It's just that it can't jump out, and it doesn't have the IQ to climb ladders at all. So I could only jump from time to time, barely reaching the upper trapdoor at most, and then made the endless crashing sound that Maca heard before.

However, what happened here is obviously more than just "a person happened to be doing something in the cellar when he was turned into a living corpse"!

First of all, when Maca came to the backyard, the most eye-catching thing he saw was actually not the firewood piled up by the wall or anything, but the two lines extending from the trap door of the cellar. bloodstains.

And coupled with the terrifying scene in the cellar, what happened here seems not so unimaginable.

Perhaps, it wasn't this living corpse that was in the cellar at first, but an ordinary Muggle who was lucky enough to escape the first burst of gray mist.

Of course, what happened outside at that time, the lucky one must not know.

However, the man's luck apparently ended there. Because before he came out of the cellar, the family member who had unfortunately turned into a living corpse smelled his breath and came to the backyard.

Naturally, the living corpse would not be able to open the trapdoor, but the sound of it touching the door panel caught the attention of the "unfortunate lucky man" in the cellar.

The door was opened by the victim himself. It's a pity that although the person who greeted the other party was indeed his family member, it was a family member who turned into a ruthless demon.

The living corpses of the dead fell into the cellar and launched a brutal attack on the living, turning the living into the dead again.

Thinking about it this way, the two bloodstains with obvious fingerprints in front of the trap door were probably the result of the unfortunate lucky man who was dragged back by the living corpse when he tried to climb the ladder to escape from the cellar. right!

After all, if the living corpse was left behind,

As far as the length of the bloodstain left on the ground was, it was enough for the guy in the cellar to crawl out from below.

"People were lucky enough to escape the cellar where the living corpse was turned into a living corpse, but it turned out to be the place where that person was buried... I don't know what he was thinking when he almost escaped back to the world, but was dragged back to hell in the blink of an eye. what?"

Maca lowered his head slightly, watching the living corpse jumping and jumping around with its teeth and claws open, looking at the large red to black blood stains on its body and face, and couldn't help muttering this softly.

To be honest, he originally followed the sound, but he actually planned to find such a living corpse who hadn't been able to "gather" in the center of the foggy area to study.

But now, he no longer has that mood.

"Sorry, I don't have the ability to wash away the sins of corpses like Dumbledore! All I can do is to burn your incomplete soul, so that you can get rid of this unnecessary filth. It's just the ability to escape from the body."

It's not a very sincere apology, because Maca just said that casually. The next moment, a group of pitch-black flames suddenly appeared in front of Maca, and then fell silently into the cellar.

"Boom—"

The powerful flame of the soul completely devoured the living corpse in an instant, and within a short while, there was not even a single slag left.

After Maca finished these, he suddenly turned around, tapped the ground with his toes and flew straight into the air.

"Well, it's almost time."

...

Charing Town is a small town in the middle of Kent County. It is small and has few residents. It is almost surrounded by wilderness and fields.

Even if someone drives by here on weekdays, they seldom stop to take a look, because to be honest, this place is indeed a very boring place.

But today, although there are still no living people visiting this small town, it has been crowded by countless living corpses—from the streets in the center of the town to the mountains and forests outside the town, there are crowds of people Crowded.

No one knows why they are crowded here, and no one knows when they left. Because under Maca's reminder, no one would come here to take a look at it.

Until now, a figure suddenly descended from the sky and landed steadily on the edge of the army of living corpses like mountains and seas.

"Helbo!"

With a loud shout, using the power of the sound expansion spell, it spread unscrupulously around here in an instant.

Maca knew that he didn't need to hide, because it was difficult for him to escape Haierbo's perception when he came; and he didn't need to be careful, because if Haierbo really wanted to run, it would be difficult for him to stop him.

And more importantly...he didn't seem to notice Hai Erbo's existence here.

"What? That guy Hai Erbo... gathered these living corpses in a pile and threw them here, isn't it just to make it easier for me to clean them up?"

After being seriously injured, Haierbo's own magic power fluctuations will become difficult to suppress - this point has been confirmed by Maca at Hogwarts before. So now that he is not here, either he is not here, or he has recovered unexpectedly.

Just thinking about it, Maca shook his head suddenly.

"The latter... is unlikely. He has already injured the root of the demon body this time, but it is not so easy to recover the hidden ability that is enough to hide my perception." He secretly said in his heart, "This is also a that is……"

If not here, where did he go?

Maca thought about it, and suddenly raised his hand casually—the shout just now did not call out Hai Erbo, but it had already provoked a large number of living corpses nearby.

However, as long as Haierbo is not here, it is naturally impossible for Maca to be afraid of these ordinary living corpses.

However, when Maca was about to warm up these living corpses and bury them in the ground like before, his hand suddenly stopped in the middle of casting the magic.

"By the way, speaking of which, these guys will strengthen themselves in the fog! God knows this time, will the new batch of living corpses that Hai Erbo made be useless even buried in the ground?"

Otherwise, how could Haierbo let them gather here like this, in the eyes of Maca, it was like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Oh, OK! Maca actually doesn't like this description very much.