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The stick roared excitedly, reached out and grabbed it in the air, and a pitch-black coffin was grabbed from the tomb by an invisible force, and then slammed into the grass, directly settling the frightened old man to the ground. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

And the stick didn't wait for Yang Ling to speak, and slapped it on the coffin again, and the coffin board covered with various strange patterns turned into sawdust and splashed out.

"Huh~!" The stick let out an exclamation in surprise, and shouted excitedly: "Boss, this guy is not rotten, he can still be rescued!"

And Yang Ling also leaned over to take a look, and his face was quite surprised.

Generally speaking, the dead are buried in the soil, and if they are not sealed well, they will rot in a month, but I didn't expect this wizard doctor to lie in it well, except that he looks dry and thin, he is no different from ordinary people, wearing a dirty black robe that looks like a legendary wizard, with a gray pointed hat on his head, and a bone staff in his dry hand, in addition to this, this guy is holding a thick book in his other hand.

"Boss, this thing looks like it has a few brushes!"

Yang Ling pursed his lips and ignored the emotion of the stick, no matter how many brushes he had, this guy was already dead and couldn't die anymore, he couldn't feel a trace of life breath on his body, let go of his divine sense and swept it inside the coffin and then reached out and grabbed it, and the book flew out and landed in his hand.

It's a very old parchment book, full of bizarre writing and symbols, and a variety of dark pictures, murder, mutilation, boning, monsters and sacrificial scenes from Western legends.

Yang Ling looked over and saw a three-headed demon wolf shrouded in flames, with a red chain around his neck.

Just as Yang Ling was about to hand the parchment book to the stick for him to translate, a group of people outside the cemetery rushed over noisily, it was the group of crazy students from the school just now.

Yang Ling had no choice but to close the book and frown and say to the stick, "Let this old man take us to this guy's laboratory to have a look!"

The stick said a few words to the white-bearded old man, and the white-bearded old man nodded again and again, and just as the three of them were packing up and preparing to leave, a woman in the crowd kept shouting in her not very proficient Chinese while running: "Chinese immortals...... Wait for me!"

Yang Ling turned around and stopped, and after a while, the vanguard of a group of people rushed to the side of the cemetery, and one of the long-legged and big-breasted female students ran in front of Yang Ling, stroked Wei'an's chest and panted and said: "Immortal, please allow me to introduce myself, my name is Daphna Kaidi, you can call me Dafuna, I am Dr. Witz's assistant, I think I can help the two!"

Yang Ling glanced at this woman in surprise, except that her height was a little taller than herself...... Six or seven centimeters away, this woman should be regarded as very beautiful from the aesthetic point of view of both the East and the West, blonde hair and blue eyes, delicate facial features, fair skin, long legs and bee waist, convex and backward, especially a pair of majestic and tall under the shirt, which is as bright and dazzling as the headlights of a luxury car, almost breaking the buttons, and Yang Ling, who was shaking with her rapid breathing, was a little out of breath.

The stick stared straight at the woman's chest, her mouth opened and a little bit of a sigh dripped down, and she stammered, "Old ...... Boss, I think I'm in love!"

Love your uncle!

Yang Ling retracted his eyes and put his foot on the butt of the stick, nodded to the woman angrily and said, "I hope you didn't lie to me, come with us!"

After Yang Ling finished speaking, he didn't wait for the rest of the people to come back to their senses, and the aura disappeared with three people in a roll, and the coffin on the ground also disappeared with a pop after a pause.

A group of students gathered around a large pit like a stake, and after a long time they beat their chests and wailed, and the gods ran away again, and some of the awake turned and ran back.

The school was as chaotic as a vegetable market, with countless people scurrying around like headless flies, and the sticks, under the guidance of the old man, found Dr. Witz's witchcraft laboratory in the basement of a remote school building.

The moment Daphna, his beautiful student and assistant before his death, took out a long key to open the huge copper lock and pushed the door open, Yang Ling was so smoked that he almost fell to the ground.

The darkened room was littered with skeleton and skull shelves and strange things, worn stone slabs depicting various figures and symbols, crosses of all sizes, rusty cages and iron frames, medieval armor and swords, wood of all shapes, and rotten coffin boards...... An extremely strong and choking stench forced several people back several meters away.

"Ahem~!" the old man's snot and tears came down.

But the big-breasted beauty did not feel uncomfortable in the slightest, and turned on the electric light with ease and warmly beckoned Yang Ling and the stick to go in.

Yang Ling used his divine sense to scan the witchcraft laboratory, which was only more than a hundred square meters, back and forth a few times, and then closed his breath and walked in.

The room was small, messy, and in the middle was a huge wooden table filled with all sorts of old books.

Seeing Yang Ling pick up a handful of black things on the table that were almost impossible to see their original faces, Daphna smiled and said, "This is a saw used to cut through the skull of a dead person to release the soul, and it is said to be an enchanted item!"

Yang Ling seemed to be burned by fire, threw the things in his hand on the table with a bang, and quickly picked up a rag to wipe his hands clean.

"This is the Shroud, legend has it that it has been contaminated by evil spirits, and it is possible for a living person to be possessed by evil spirits after contact!"

Yang Ling hurriedly threw the cloth at his feet and took a few steps back, but he hit a huge cross, just as he turned to observe this cross, the big-breasted beauty reached over Yang Ling's head and held the shaking cross steadily, saying: "This is dug up from the tomb of John Deyi, a famous English necromancer in the sixteenth century, and it is said that it was hung at the door of the First Temple in Solomon's time to exorcise demons."

"It's really fake!" Looking at this cross that was more than one person tall and covered with thick pulp, Yang Ling was very unconvinced.

"Of course it's fake!" Daphna covered her mouth and smiled, "In fact, it was really broken by John's pail assistant Edwood Kelley, who was afraid of being discovered by the mentor, pretended to be injured and said that the cross was broken by the demon sealed inside, and at that time, the demon theory was still very popular, so John took Edwood to follow the demon's trail, but in the end he was not heard from, and disappeared without a trace. ”