Chapter 1375 Self-Cultivation

On the Eggcake, in the center of the square on the second floor, the cabin that was originally as bright as day was now adjusted to the night sky mode.

At this time, the huge floating light curtain is playing the blockbuster action romantic comedy released by the Star Alliance.

Hahaha laughter sounded from time to time.

On the sofa in front of the light curtain, Mo Ye and the others sat in a row, and the long metal table in front of the sofa was filled with various snacks.

As a wounded man who needs to nourish his mental strength and store up his energy, Mo Ye spends his days in a daze besides meditating. All in all, he is not suitable for using his brain.

When I was bored, Master Master accidentally saw such an advertisement when browsing the star network, "Great Vision Video-on-Demand System, can be downloaded offline, monthly subscription is more cost-effective, you deserve it."

So, the daily comedy activities began, and the only way to relax is to watch comedies that don't need to consume brain nerves.

In such a boring and leisurely movie-watching life, the Eggcake has already made use of the fact that there are many interstellar transition points in the Principality of Akia, and has jumped around in circles for more than a dozen times in a row, and has already wiped out the little tail behind it.

At this moment, he has returned to the territory of the Free Federation, not far from Burgis.

After these days of self-cultivation, Mo Ye's aftereffects of excessive use of mental power have been alleviated, and the gloomy aura on his body has completely disappeared.

Another harmless, cute and delicate girl.

The aura bonus of "Don't get close to strangers" is gone, and the other friends in the egg cake are also relieved.

Luo Meizi even hugged Mo Ye and sighed, sincerely feeling, "I didn't dare to hug Mo Ye two days ago."

11 looked contemptuously at Sister Luo, and said, "Let go, you are as strong as a cow, be careful not to strangle Mo Mo."

Mo Ye ignored the two who were arguing. Just listen to Xiaoqi's report on the progress of the voyage.

"Master, there is still a day's journey before we can return to Burgess."

"Um."

After explaining the route, Xiao Qi talked about another matter, "Master, the news that we have found Mitchell has been leaked. There are rumors on the guild forum and the star network. Someone uploaded the ruins of the Rousseff Star Casino Surveillance video.

There are multiple explorer groups looking for news about us.

And all aspects of the parliament and God-given Pharmaceuticals have sent letters. I hope we will hand over Mitchell and not hinder the relevant investigation. I have already notified Head Yan about this matter. He said it's fine to leave it to him. "

Mo Ye supported his chin with one hand, nodded, and it's natural to leave it to Yan An, she doesn't want to communicate with those people at all. It's boring and troublesome, but it's not interesting.

Mo Ye suddenly remembered that the news of finding Mitchell was a task issued by the guild, "What's the reaction from the guild?"

Xiaoqi flew leisurely to sit in front of Mo Ye. "There is no movement from the guild for the time being."

It is not so surprising that there is no movement from the guild. With the relationship between the Ye Yanluo explorers group and the guild, they can be regarded as good allies who cooperate well. It makes no sense to press on this kind of matter.

However, Elder Qi Yu had contacted Mo Ye in private. When discussing the way of nourishing mental power, he mentioned it by the way.

Mo Ye brushed off the subject.

Qi Yu also guessed in his heart that Ye Yanluo might have other plans, so he just laughed aloud, he, a retired veteran cadre, can't take care of these things. Let Mo Ye be more careful.

If you want to say what is the biggest harvest of the past few days of the voyage of the Eggcake, it is undoubtedly that Angus is willing to confess.

Mo Ye went to see Angus every day. Mainly to add magic power to the bloody thorns entwining Angus.

At this time, Angus looked older than ten years old, with no intact skin all over his body, and his whole body was wrapped around blood-red vines like a tree cocoon.

When he saw Mo Ye's appearance, his dark, turbid and bloodshot eyes suddenly shrunk. This was instinctive fear. A majestic saint-level powerhouse was now full of fear in his heart.

"I said, I'll say everything, you can't break your word, you must let me die happily."

Mo Ye nodded, "Okay."

Then Angus told him everything he knew, starting with himself.

Angus Huen, one hundred and thirty-two years old at the time, special ability to cause hallucinations, a third-level saint, and a third-level physical skill.

He is a holy-level powerhouse secretly cultivated by the god-given pharmaceutical industry. He originally belonged to the dark guard camp. He grew up in an orphanage funded by the god-given pharmaceutical industry. After awakening his abilities, he was sent to the dark guard camp for training.

Angus leaned against the bulkhead, panting slightly, "The number of holy-level powerhouses in the God-given pharmaceutical industry is far more than the number announced to the public. As far as I know, there are at least a dozen, and in fact it is more than this number. ..."

According to Angus, these people secretly work for God-given Pharmaceutical Industry, but they have nothing to do with God-given Pharmaceutical Industry in name.

"God-given pharmaceutical industry has been secretly cultivating its own power in the Weilan Empire. The Dark Guard Battalion is an armed force that is directly led by the helm and is not controlled by the Presbyterian Church. I am also one of them. The senior members do not know each other's truth. identity."

Most of the basic members of the dark guard camp grew up with the support of the God-given Pharmaceutical Industry from childhood, and were trained to be dead soldiers. They are only loyal to the helm of the God-given Pharmaceutical Industry, and some members are the experimental products of genetic medicines. Some staged successes have been achieved, and the selected genetic warriors.

Unless they advance to the holy level, their life and death are under the control of God-given Pharmaceutical Industry. It only needs an order from the Patriarch, and the nano-bomb penetrated into every gene in their blood will explode instantly, blowing the whole person to pieces.

Most of the dead soldiers no longer have the ability to think independently, they are just some humanoid fighting puppets.

Angus is no longer a controlled puppet since he advanced to the holy level. His own life is in his own hands, and he is not very loyal to the medicine industry bestowed by God.

The torment of the bloody thorns was too terrifying. Every minute and every second of his life was like walking in hell. He could clearly feel the torment and pain he suffered. Shake it out.

Knowing that his life was about to end, Angus looked up at Mo Ye half-deadly, but suddenly laughed, "Hehe, even if you kill me, it doesn't mean anything, God-given medicine is not so easy to be overthrown. ..”

At this moment, Angus no longer wanted to survive, but only wanted to die.

For a saint-level powerhouse, if he really devoted himself to revenge, the threat would be too great. He had no choice but to die.

"I said it, I said it all."

"Kill me. Kill...kill me."

Mo Ye gave Angus a good time as promised.

Angus confessed several strongholds and contact information of the Dark Guard Camp, and even gave a list.

Although he didn't know the real names of those saint-level powerhouses, Angus revealed the attributes and code names he knew. In this way, if Ye Yanluo wanted to investigate, at least he had a direction.

The harvest this time is not insignificant, Angus, the saint, is very valuable.

Mitchell was also held in another labyrinth room, although he was not physically tortured. But he could witness Angus being tortured every day.

Listening to each other's pain over and over again. Mitchell's heart is not as calm as it looks on the surface.

Mitchell is cold-blooded and brutal in his heart, but this does not mean that he is willing to suffer the pain on himself. When he thinks that Mo Ye and others may use the means they used to deal with Angus to deal with him. He couldn't restrain the restlessness in his heart, a sense of crisis emerged from his heart little by little, but more excitement.

Only such ruthless people are qualified to be his partner, and can add weight to the success of his plan.

the next day.

Over the northern hemisphere of Burgess, a round and shiny flying object descended from the sky.

The Quiche is back.

There is no time for leisure and fun when I come back this time.

Mo Ye didn't even bother to say hello to Mo Jingqiu before heading to the ancient city of Naville.

Xiao Hei's situation is very dangerous.

The fire of the soul is getting dimmer day by day, and even the babbling words in the mouth are getting weaker and weaker. Go on like this, this is the rhythm to disappear.

As for Mitchell, Betty took care of it and handed it over to Yan An, and she had no objection to how to deal with it.

After finally training an undead knight, how could Mo Ye allow Xiao Hei to die halfway like this.

At this moment, Xiao Hei could hardly condense into a human form. The body becomes more and more transparent.

Mo Ye ran non-stop to the ancient city of Naville, teleported from the magic tower into the cemetery.

Inside a tall black tower in the foggy wilderness of the cemetery, Xiao Hei lay weakly on a stone bed, motionless. A faint black mist floated on the surface of the body.

The skeleton butler Orom's white finger bones touched Xiao Hei's forehead, staring at the soul fire in his eyes. After checking for a while, he said to Mo Ye, "The energy of the soul is very weak, and his spirit has been greatly traumatized."

Can you say something useful?

Orom probably heard Mo Ye's heartfelt voice, "But Mage Mo Ye doesn't have to worry, as long as he rests in the cemetery, it can be recovered."

Mo Ye breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, as long as he can be saved.

Most of the undead don't remember the past, but Xiao Hei is different. His strength comes from pain, so he always remembers it in his heart.

The hallucinations caused him to repeat his memories in hallucinations, so the pain was multiplied and multiplied.

This cemetery is originally a place where the dead live. The undead have the most energy and are full of yin, and it is the most suitable place for undead creatures to live.

The prerequisites for Xiao Hei's recovery were met.

Mo Ye did not place Xiao Hei in the magic tower, but took him to the open space surrounded by thick fog outside the tower.

The nurturing of the undead is nothing more than sitting quietly and absorbing elemental energy. The key is to need a large number of undead. These two points can be adopted in the cemetery.

After entering the cemetery for several days, Xiao Hei's soul fire did not show any flickering danger signals, but he was still babbling nonsense.

"no no...."

"I will come to save you."

"Beniya...mother..."

"My fault...it's all my fault..."

Mo Ye got closer and finally understood something from Xiao Hei's broken words.

The illusion that Angus let Xiao Hei enter may be related to his previous experience, and obviously those memory pictures may not be beautiful.

Otherwise, Xiao Hei wouldn't be so obsessed after death.

The resentful souls and evil spirits on the battlefield and the island are very different, and Mo Ye takes Xiao Hei to look for food from time to time.

The suppression of mental power in the cemetery was very strong, so Mo Ye simply stayed with Xiao Hei to heal his injuries, and exercised his mental power to make it more solid.

Because of the time difference, it doesn't matter if you stay in the cemetery for a while.

Mo Ye stayed in the magic tower.

There is only a skeleton butler in the magic tower, and Mo Ye doesn't feel lonely.

For a magician, it is quite normal to stay in a magic tower for several years without going out for a retreat.

Mo Ye meditates every morning, and then takes Xiao Hei out to find food. There are a lot of evil spirits wandering in the cemetery. Mo Ye's doing this can be regarded as solving the security problem for the buried locals.

As one evil spirit after another was devoured, coupled with the warmth of the environment, Xiao Hei's flickering soul fire was finally completely lit.

Mo Ye soaked in the library of the magic tower, looking through the magic handbooks left by Orosius every day. Apart from undead magic, there are many other magic handbooks related to attributes.

In this way, Mo Ye lived in the cemetery for more than a year, and it was only less than a day after he came out.

"Aren't you leaving?"

Xiao Hei shook his head, his expression was a little more silent than before, and Mo Ye knew that Xiao Hei's memory had basically recovered due to the stimulation this time.

"I want to stay and raise my rank."

Mo Ye nodded, not surprised by Xiao Hei's decision.

After death, it can still become an evil spirit that retains some memory fragments. One can imagine how powerful the obsession was during this lifetime, and how strong the resentment in his heart is. Now that his memory has been completely restored at this time, Xiao Hei must want to Understand the grievances and grievances in life.

Mo Ye fully understands Xiao Hei's determination to advance.

Xiao Hei continued to stay, while Mo Ye returned to Burgess.

Before leaving, I went to the teleportation point in the ancient city of Naville. Although the exploration teams also suffered casualties, most of them persisted, and it was not without gains.

It's only been a day since Mo Ye came out of the cemetery, and Mitchell is still left hanging by Yan An.

When Yan An saw Mo Ye, and saw her yawning and lazily lying on the sofa drinking juice, she knew that the sequelae of excessive use of mental power should have been cured, and he let out a long breath.

"In the past few days, people have come to me every day to ask for Mitchell, especially God-given Pharmaceutical." Yan An hooked the corners of his lips, obviously in a very good mood, "God-given Pharmaceutical still has something in Mitchell's hands." Come on, this handle may not be small."

"Aren't you going to ask me how I did it?"

"I believe in you." Mo Ye said this very naturally, without hesitation.

Yan An "..." You are obviously too lazy to care about it, how can you say it so comfortably that you can't refute it.

Yan An has already resigned himself to his hard work.

Yan An smiled brighter, and said, "I won't admit it, anyway, they have no evidence that Mitchell is in our hands." (To be continued.)