It was still the cliff, still the sound of the roaring waves, and Long Yi and Mu Hanyan just sat on the edge of the cliff and looked at the sea with silver stars below.

At this time, Long Yi's heart was also surprised, he only used his mind to inform Long Er to break through, and he didn't ask it to cut off the beard of the Archbishop of Light, isn't it that he has learned to play tricks after a long time with himself.

"What the hell is that monster of yours?" Mu Hanyan finally couldn't help but ask.

Long Yi shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "I don't know, maybe he's a monster." ”

"I think he's very similar to you, just as arrogant and funny." Mu Hanyan glanced at Ryuuchi, thinking of Ryuuji's mechanical incomprehension, she couldn't help but feel funny, so much so that she ignored the amazing fact that Ryuuji was a conscious undead.

Long Yi fell into contemplation at this time, to be honest, he didn't want to see Dongfang Kexin become what she is now, ruthless, completely closed to seven emotions and six desires, what does Charles's hypocrite want to do?

Although Dongfang Kexin's strong possessiveness towards him gave him a headache, she was his cousin after all, the baby granddaughter of her grandfather Dongfang Qiming, and he didn't want her to become a pawn in Charles's hands.

At this moment, Long Yi's heart moved, and Mu Hanyan immediately looked at Long Yi and said, "Your precious monster is here, and you have the necromancer who escaped." ”

"Your big white bird feels quite sensitive." Long Yi laughed.

As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow flashed in front of him, and Ryuuji stood in front of the two of them with the terrifying Death Scythe, and it didn't take long for the figure of the necromancer to appear on the cliff. He looked at Long Yi and Mu Hanyan from a distance, but his steps were a little hesitant. I always thought that it was Ryuuji, a conscious undead who saved him, but he didn't want to save him, and it seemed that there was someone else, and Ryuuji, who he thought was the master of the undead world, should be that man's demon servant.

"Little second son. You're a little shy about bringing a guest, so go and ask him over. Long Yi smiled faintly.

"Yes, big brother." Ryuuji responded mechanically, and took a click.

The necromancer was immediately frightened, hurriedly walked over, and saluted the dragon and his party respectfully, "Necromancer Dry Bones Thank you for saving your life. ”

"Dry bones? Hey, you're welcome. We are all in the same vein, and besides, you are not bad-hearted. In that case, the little girl was not poisoned. It should be said that you saved yourself. Long Yi said with a smile. This necromancer's name has a personality that fits well with the characteristics of his profession.

"The master said it. There is no distinction between good and evil in the cultivation of the world, and it is the human mind that has good and evil. Dry Bone mentioned the master, and his tone became a little sad.

Long Yi was stunned for a moment, he said this sentence to Peter. I had also seen it in the undead magic notes of Xiu Gedi, and I couldn't help asking, "Who is your master?" ”

Dry Bones shook his head. said: "I was adopted by my master since I was a child, but his old man told me his name from the end, saying that he was afraid of losing his grandfather's face. He only told me that my grandfather was Peter, the great demon of the undead who moved the world hundreds of years ago. Revision. ”

It was Peter. Xiuge is passed down from one person to another. In this way, he can really be regarded as his own classmate, and his own necromancy is also obtained from Peter. A compendium of necromancy and notes left behind by Shug. And Ryuuji was created by him.

"What proof do you have that you are Peter. Descendants of Shuge. The dragon half squinted. Suddenly, a thick dead air from his body forced him into the dry bones.

Mu Hanyan's eyes lit up. Looking at Long Yi with a hint of brilliance, his deep beautiful eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The dry bones shook all over the body. Immediately, a touch of fanaticism flashed in his eyes again, even stronger than when he saw Ryuuji just now, can the master's last wish be fulfilled in this young man?

"There is only one thing that Master Zu has handed down, and that is this." The dry bones spread out the palm of his left hand, which was really like dry bones, and all he could see was a blood-colored skeleton on his palm. A faint red glow faintly flashed, almost exactly the same as the blood-colored skeleton on the dragon's hand.

Ryuichi also stretched out his left hand. As soon as the palms of his hands were spread, the two blood-colored skulls jumped at the same time, and the red glow was even more dazzling.

"Ah...... Are you ......" Dry Bone exclaimed, a little incredulous, he had never heard that the master had also accepted apprentices, besides, this blood-colored skeleton had only been passed down to one, and there was no second one at all, but what should the blood-colored skeleton on the dragon's hand explain?

"I'm Peter. Xiuge's disciple, I learned necromancy because I got his necromantic magic notes. Long Yi said with a sigh.

"Dry bones, see Uncle Zu."

Dry bones immediately knelt down in front of Long Yi, his tone was a little choked, and his shoulders trembled terribly because of excitement or something.

Long Yi was stunned, Uncle Zu? It's true that according to generation, it's just that some people are not used to it, and the dry bones look very old.

Long Yi picked up the dry bones and sighed, "You must have suffered a lot." ”

Who knew that as soon as Long Yi said this, the dry bones actually knelt down again, hugged Long Yi's thighs and cried, and shook Long Yi and Mu Hanyan on the side to look at each other at a loss, and it was really the first time that an old man was holding his thighs and crying.

Dry bones wept while telling about the miserable life he had lived all these years, and Ryuichi also came to a surprising conclusion, that is, the "old man" in front of him who was holding his thighs and crying was not yet twenty years old.

Abandoned in a valley nineteen years ago, the dry bones were picked up and adopted by passing masters, and were cultivated as heirs. His master is a small leader of the Dark Church, and he has been mixed in the Dark Church with his master since he was a child, but in the Dark Church, the necromancer also exists as an outlier, no one wants to talk to him, no one wants to play with him, but fortunately, he still has a master who cares about him.

It's just that there are unforeseen circumstances, and the life span of necromancers is not long, and very few can live past a hundred years old, while the master of dry bones turned into ashes at the age of one hundred and one, leaving only the blood-colored skeleton and a few notes of necromancy handed down by the ancestor to the dry bones.

Dry bones suffered from the cold eyes of the dark church, and he left the church with some self-isolation, and wandered in hiding in the Canglan Da 6, feeling lonely and confused, if it weren't for his master's deathbed wish to support him, I'm afraid he would not be able to bear it anymore.

Therefore, after knowing that Long Yi was his uncle and ancestor, he was so out of shape because of his words of concern.

When the dry bones were exhausted, Long Yi's thighs were already wet, which couldn't help but make him cry and laugh.

Long Yi pulled up the dry bones, and saw that his mask had also been soaked, anyway, now he knew that he was younger than himself, and he was much better psychologically, he took off the mask of the dry bones, but now his face was not like his hands like withered claws, but very delicate, seeing Long Yi looked at him and looked a little shy, completely subverting the previous impression.

"Has your voice and your hands always been like this?" Long Yi asked strangely.

"It's not like this when you cultivate to the intermediate level of necromancy, but once you reach the advanced level, your hand and voice change." Dry bones said.

Long Yi was a little surprised, it didn't make sense. How could this not happen when he practiced necromancy, and there were no wind chimes.

"Dry bones, show me the necromancy book you cultivated and your master's notes." Long Yi said with a frown.

"Yes, Uncle Shi." Without any hesitation, Dry Bone took out a few books and notes from the spatial ring and handed them to Ryuichi.

Long Yi flipped through quickly, there was no difference between the intermediate level and the high-level undead magic, and there was a big difference in some places of the high-level undead magic, could it be the result of the incomplete inheritance.

"What's the problem? Uncle Shi. Seeing Long Yi frowning and shaking his head, Dry Bone couldn't help but ask nervously.

"Big problem, your cultivation methods for these undead magic books are incomplete, and I suspect that your voice and your hands will become like this for this reason." Ryuichi said.

"That'...... Can that be recovered? Dry Bone asked expectantly, although he practiced necromancy, no one wanted to become such an ugly appearance himself.

Ryuichi pulled out Peter from the spatial ring. Xiuge's encyclopedia of necromancy and notes, handed it to the dry bones and said: "This is the correct book of necromancy and your ancestor's handwritten notes, you take it and take a look, fix the wrong place, maybe it can restore you to normal." Long Yi said.

"Yes...... Is it Master Zu's notes? Thank you, Uncle Shi. Dry bones trembled with excitement, that was what he and the ancestor he admired the most in his master, the legendary figure who fought against three great mages and two sword masters alone, and the god in the eyes of the necromancer who summoned the dark demon dragon to sweep away thousands of armies.

Long Yi saw the talent of necromancer magic of dry bones, and reached the realm of necromancer at the age of less than twenty. He's too much to learn about himself, and he doesn't have a particular hobby of necromancy, maybe Peter. Shug's necromantic magic will shine in the hands of the dry bones.