Chapter 1978 Ghost Clan

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As soon as the expert opens his mouth, he will know whether there is one.

Merante's opening words gave McGonagall a rough idea. There was something about this blind old man.

Although the old man didn't point out anything, McGonagall knew that that thing had something to do with the Old Ones.

And when they entered the door just now, the information fed back to him by the psychic door also aroused his interest.

The old man's name was Merante, he was over seven hundred years old, a tenth-level powerhouse of the ghost clan, and he had severe cataracts. hold head high

The young one is Noah, 20 years old, also a ghost clan, with the strength of level 7, which can be regarded as a gifted existence among the younger generation.

During this period of time, Mag has read a lot of official and unofficial histories about the history of the Nolan Continent. I have read a little about the ghost race in an unofficial history. It belongs to the demon race, but it was already involved in the race war five hundred years ago. Judging from the extremely limited information, this is an extremely mysterious race.

And in that wild history, there is also a paragraph about some strange behaviors of ghosts. It is said that powerful ghosts can drive corpses to fight, and there are even rumors that they are the spokespersons of devils in this world.

Perhaps it is precisely because of these reasons that the ghost clan has always maintained a high sense of mystery, but it still disappears into history.

However, looking at the grandpa and grandson in front of him, McGonagall had a rough judgment in his heart. Perhaps the ghost clan did not perish, but lived a very low-key life.

As for why they came to the door, and being able to see Annie's extraordinary, he was also a little curious.

"Who are you?" Melante looked at Mag and asked.

"The owner of this restaurant, the person who receives you." Mag leaned back in the chair.

"You have seen the devil." Melante said calmly.

Noah held the turtle shell nervously and stared at Mag.

"It seems that you have seen it too." Mag leaned forward slightly, also staring at Melante's blue-white eyes.

Melante was silent for a while, then suddenly grinned, "It seems that he hasn't been able to convince you either."

"I am a person who can withstand temptation, and his tricks are useless to me." Mag also smiled, "However, how did you get rid of it?"

"Maybe he didn't realize that I was blind, so his tricks didn't work for me," Melante said.

Noah was stunned when he heard it, and he didn't understand what they were talking about, but he could see that grandpa didn't have too much hostility towards this guy, so he relaxed a little.

"What do you want from me?" Mag picked up the teacup and blew hot air.

"You may not be aware that these things have actually been sealed, but half of them have escaped recently. I want to find him and seal him up again. The turtle shell stone guided me to you." Merante looked at Mike. Grid, "I think you should know where to find him."

"Since your so-called tortoise shell stone can lead you to find me, then you should be able to find him too. I don't know where he is." Mag shook his head, a little surprised that Merant's so-called tortoise shell stone could guide them Find Mamy's Restaurant.

Mag doesn't want to reveal his identity yet, so looking at the grandpa and grandson, he has already begun to think about whether it is necessary to silence them.

"The detection range of the Turtle Shell Stone is limited, and the Nolan Continent is too big, and that guy is too cunning. Finding him is like looking for a needle in a haystack." Melante shook his head.

"At what distance can it be detected?"

"Within five hundred miles," Melante said.

"If that's the case, there's nothing I can do to help." Mag shook his head. The Nolan Continent has billions of square kilometers. Using a detector with a detection range of 500 miles to find the Old One is indeed tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

"I need the help of that little girl from the Pure One." Melante said, looking at Mag.

"She is not a pure person, she is my daughter, you'd better not pay her attention." Mag's voice became a little cold.

"It wasn't you that the turtle shell stone found, but her." Melante said.

"That's what's wrong with your broken stone." Mag took a sip of tea and put down the cup. "If there's nothing wrong, I'll see off the guests."

"Since you have seen him, you should know how terrible he is. He broke away from the seal and may bring destruction to this world. What you are doing now is like his accomplice." Melante said Frowning.

"Since you have seen him before, you should know that with your strength, even if you find him, you will definitely not be his opponent, let alone reseal him." Mag looked at Melante and said: "You ghost clan Acting low-key, why do you care so much about him?"

Noah's hand under the table was still tightly grasping the tortoise shell, his palm was already full of sweat, but he didn't dare to relax at all.

Judging from his grandfather's behavior, this guy should be a strong man, otherwise he should already be lying underground by now.

He was a little surprised that such a young looking human could make his grandfather afraid.

However, Noah was also a little curious about Mag's question. He had asked his grandfather more than once, but he didn't get an answer.

Melante was silent for a long time, sighed and said: "Because I want to undo the curse on the ghost clan, if his strength is fully restored, the nobles will be completely reduced to his slaves for him to drive. The price paid for the illusion."

"How can I be sure you are telling the truth?" Mag frowned slightly.

Melante took Noah's left hand up from under the table, pulled up his sleeve, and exposed his wrist. There was a red and black skull mark on the wrist.

Then Melante raised his sleeves again, and there was an identical red and black skull mark at the same position.

"This is a bloodline curse. The few remaining members of the ghost clan are all cursed. If it cannot be sealed, this curse will become a channel for him to control the ghost clan." Melante put down his sleeves, looked at Mag and said: "I Knowing that you are very strong, I am not sure that I can beat you, but since you have seen him, you must have paid a certain price to get rid of him. I hope we can cooperate to find him, seal him again or kill him.

I won't hurt that little girl, but I need a little of her blood to expand the search range of the tortoise shell stone. I hope you can agree. "

"Accidentally triggered a mission: a request from Merante! As one of the few beings with the ability to find the Old Ones, Merante asked the host to establish a cooperative relationship with him, and set out to find the Old Ones who had escaped the seal and seal them again. !Mission Reward: Wheel of Fortune Chance*3!" The system's voice suddenly sounded in Mag's mind.