Chapter 1980 How Happy Are You?

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Noah was a little choked, watching Mag silent for a while, and then tried to ease the embarrassment: "Boss Mai, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"How happy?" Mag looked at him and asked seriously.

"Ah... I'm very happy." Noah was about to cry.

"Then it's too early for you to be happy. Generally, people who work with me are very tired." Mag said flatly.

"I'm not afraid of being tired, I just like working with you, I have a face." Noah chuckled, and it will be more face-saving to say it in the future.

"But I'm afraid of being burdensome." Mag glanced at him.

Noah: "..."

Okay, we can't talk anymore.

Noah felt the blow from the big brother for the first time, which hurt him a lot.

"Although my grandson is useless, he can be used as a bait to some extent." Melante, who had been silent all this time, said.

Noah stared, and looked back at Melante in disbelief.

Could this be the reason why grandpa brought him by his side? !

"That's it, devils generally don't like it." Mag shook his head.

"That's true, it's nothing special." Melante nodded.

Noah slowly sat at the back, hugging his knees, and fell into autism.

The purple griffin flew extremely fast, and in less than three hours, it was able to see the Twilight Forest from a distance.

And Melante also dripped Annie's blood into the turtle-shell stone during the journey, and the thin red lines on the turtle-shell stone turned golden. The closer to the Twilight Forest, the golden light shone on the turtle-shell stone, like a starry sky. .

"He did appear here, and he stayed in more than one place." Melante looked at the tortoise shell stone floating in front of him, with a particularly dignified expression.

"Go to the nearest marker point." Mag glanced at the turtle shell stone, and drove the purple griffin downward.

The golden light spot was getting closer and closer, and a tribal ruin gradually appeared in everyone's sight.

The once-prosperous medium-sized tribe was burned to a white ground. The scene should have been dealt with by orcs from other tribes. A high mound of soil was piled up in the middle of the tribe, and a burnt stone pillar stood. The top of the stone pillar was carved Holding a cheetah, it should be the totem of this tribe.

After confirming that there was no one around, the purple griffin fell to the ground.

"He stayed here, not long ago, judging from the devil's energy, it should not be the devil's body, but this guy who sold his soul has already become a devil, after absorbing a lot of blood and resentment, his strength will skyrocket, and it will become more and more difficult Deal with it." Merante walked around in the ruins, and finally stood still in front of the mound in the center, with a dignified expression.

"How strong is it?" Mag asked with a frown.

Originally, Qiao Xiu was just a magician who was less than level seven. Although it could not be said that he was powerless, it was not enough to prove it.

But after single-handedly creating this war and massacre, relying on the absorption of resentment and blood essence, his strength has skyrocketed, which is not a good thing.

Merante sat down cross-legged, made seals with both hands, and took out a golden-red charm out of nowhere and held it between his two fingers. He muttered something, and then pointed at the mound in front of him.

The golden-red charm burned up, floated towards the mound, and then merged into it.

The ground suddenly began to vibrate, and the compacted mound of soil shook accordingly, and the soil rustled down.

"Fake the corpse?" Mag subconsciously took two steps back. The night was getting cold, and so many orcs had died tragically here. Seeing the graveyard trembling, as if something was about to come out of the ground, it was really a bit strange. Infiltrate.

"Boss Mai, don't be nervous, my grandpa is communicating with them." Noah said with a smile, unexpectedly Alex was also afraid of ghosts.

"Can ghosts communicate?" Mag frowned.

"Yeah, we are ghosts, isn't it a routine way to communicate with ghosts?" Noah nodded, "Look, we don't look like ghosts either."

McGonagall was thoughtful, it seems that after he went back, he would have to look for some information about the ghost race.

Little is known about this race.

The ground stopped trembling suddenly, and a mutilated face appeared on the stone pillar. It exchanged a few words with Merante in a strange tone, but it disappeared quickly.

Melante sighed, stood up slowly, and said in a dull tone: "The body was burned, the soul was plundered and devoured, and there were only a few escaped souls left, and there was not much information. That guy was dressed in black Robe, whose strength is above level nine, may have already reached level ten."

"If you have enough remaining souls and resentments, you can get more information, right?" McGonagall asked.

"Yes, the corpse can speak, because the soul will not disappear immediately, and the resentment can last for a long time. The more complete the soul, the more information it can obtain." Melante nodded.

"Then I'll take you somewhere." Mag jumped on the back of the griffin again, and left with Merant and Noah.

Soon, the griffin landed in a ruin a hundred miles away.

Like the previous tribe, this place has also been dealt with. The tall graves look quite lonely, and the occasional crow crows add a bit of coolness.

This is the tribe that Mag came to yesterday.

"The resentment here is quite heavy, and it hasn't been completely swallowed up." As soon as he landed, Merante said in surprise.

"I came here yesterday, he should have sensed my presence, so he left in a hurry, before he could absorb all the grievances," Mag said.

"So that's it, it's easy to handle." Mei Lante nodded, without any nonsense, sat down in front of the grave, and started to practice again.

Looking at the clusters of green resentment emerging from the grave, apart from being a little upset, Mag looked at Merante's back and thought of the Taoist priest who subdued demons for no reason.

This ghost clan is a bit different from what he imagined. It's not named because of its ghost-like abilities or strange appearance, but because it can communicate with ghosts.

About ten minutes later, Merante, who did not know what he had said to the group of ghosts, recited an incomprehensible incantation, and the lingering resentment gradually dissipated, and the surroundings returned to clarity.

"They said that the one who devoured the resentment was a terrifying young man. He couldn't see his face clearly, but he had a terrifying aura on his body. His strength was level nine and he hadn't broken through level ten. He appeared shortly after the tribe was slaughtered, but I don't know Why did you leave in a hurry." Melante got up, looked at Mag and said.

Mag nodded slightly, and said: "It seems that it is basically certain that Qiao Xiu did it. Chaos City is currently investigating the military department. He should have started this war over Andre, just to absorb these innocent people who were slaughtered." people's resentment."