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"...Uh, it's..." Poof, Igna may be remembering, or he may be conceiving a sophistry, so he was pushed back into the toilet by the man behind him, seeing that there was not much water in it, Zhu Peng pressed the flush button, worried that there would not be enough for him to drink.

After repeating this for several rounds, after confirming that the Caucasian man's brain was hypoxic and he was starting to feel a little confused, Zhu Peng took him out of the toilet and threw him back on the chair. Mix the information you want to know with other complicated and confusing questions, and ask repeatedly, but as long as Igna answers a little slowly, a red-hot steel needle will run deep into the crevice of his nails. You have to plunge in, if you give different answers to the same question, it will be a round of whiplash like a storm.

Based on Zhu Peng's understanding of the human body, there is no need for any messy medicine, and it can directly stimulate its potential, allowing Igna to maintain the most energetic state, the most sensitive sense of touch, and enjoy the most cruel and terrible punishment.

Midnight, ten minutes past one.

Igna, who was almost completely out of shape, had a complete collapse of his mental defenses. Zhu Peng asked what he answered. At this moment, all the mental will of this man was used to search his own memory under the torture. At this time, he was really super He has a superhuman memory, and even recalled the color of underwear he wore when he wet the bed at the age of eight, and confided it to Zhu Peng, although Zhu Peng didn't have much interest in knowing about it.

"What time is the Black Mass assembly?"

"... 28:[-]."

"What do you need to prove your identity as a Death Eater?"

"...fresh...flesh and blood."

"What level of wizard is your master currently?"

"..."

This time, Igna spent more time thinking about it than facing any other questions. Either he really didn't know, or Zhu Peng's question reactivated Igna's fear of his master.However, when Zhu Peng frowned slightly, Igna, who was so weak that he started to roll his eyes due to intense use of his brain and suffering from torture, suddenly spoke:

"The master said that one step away, he will gain eternal life... The great master will also bestow eternal life on the most pious believers."

(It can't be the fourth-level promotion to the fifth-level extraordinary...the wizards of that level don't even bother to seduce mortals to become Death Eaters.) Thinking in his heart, Zhu Peng stretched out his palm and pressed Igna's head. If "Track of Destiny" is activated, if it is really a demigod class Necromancer black witch who hurts his eggs and engages in a black mass, then this matter is completely beyond the scope of Zhu Peng's control at the moment, although intellectually, he thinks it is unlikely , but in the end it is better to take a look for yourself.

Accompanied by the spread of the power in Zhu Peng's palm, Igna's head began to make rattling noises, and finally there was a bang. Under the influence of the trap, when the purple soul was bound to the soul crystal on Zhu Peng's ring, with Igna's brain as the medium, a large piece of scattered memory also frantically slipped past Zhu Peng's eyes.Of course, because of the guidance of the words, most of the content contains various pictures and information about the Black Mass:

Dark carriages, gloomy tombs, wizards in bloodbathed robes and wands standing up from the throne of bones, ghosts whispering around, delicious corpse sacraments, and even a skeleton structure that looks like a dragon...

"Brother, come and take a look, that girl...she's out of breath."

Xue Naili ran out from the room on the other side, while Zhu Peng frowned and wiped off the stained brains on his hands. From the memory of the dead man, Zhu Peng could roughly confirm two things:

The necromancer's strength is quite strong;

That necromancer is definitely not at the level of a demigod.

If it is a demigod rank, it will definitely not use magic equipment made of ordinary human bones, at least not until the quantitative change reaches a qualitative change.

Chapter 45 The Real Reason, Fate Quest

Zhu Peng got the information and materials he wanted from the Death Eaters Igna and his wife, but the poor little girl with blond curly hair just died.

Her face at the moment of death was very peaceful, perhaps because of the ease with which the torture was stopped, or because of the murderer's wailing in her ears.The man in black leather squatted beside the girl, opened his eyelids to observe the eyeballs, pressed the girl's jugular artery for a moment, then shook his head.

"He's already brain-dead. He must have been forced to eat the soul-binding potion that was added with the walking corpse grass. The untreated walking corpse grass will stimulate the potential of life, forcibly boost her spirit, and make the subject unable to numb the pain... This kind of damage is irreversible for ordinary people. Once we rescued the tense nerves in the brain, the body completely collapsed." Zhu Peng put the ring in the black iron ring on his left middle finger. The crystal of Igna's soul was removed, and another one was filled in.

Then he cast another "soul trap" spell on the body of the blonde curly-haired girl. The next moment, the five fingers of the man's left hand popped out like sharp nail blades, and cast a black tiger's heart-throwing technique.

Puchi!Xue Naili at the side saw Zhu Peng's hand forcefully dug into the left heart of the girl in front of him, and then spun and pulled it out like lightning, and a slightly wriggling heart appeared on his hand.

The body of the blonde curly-haired girl shook a few times, and the next moment, a lavender mist slowly merged into the ring on Zhu Peng's left hand bit by bit. In the soul crystal stone, the girl's soul twitched in it. It burns weakly like a flame.Zhu Peng used the soul trap to forcibly break the effect of the soul-binding potion.

"Find a good church, let the clergy pray for her every day to resolve her grievances, and hope to be able to reincarnate and return to the eternal Styx soon." Zhu Peng took the soul crystal off the ring again, and handed it to some people around her eyes. As for the reddened Xue Naili, as for the heart, after being slightly treated by him, he put it in a thermal food box in the corner. This is obviously one of the containers where the Igners store their works, and they need to borrow it overnight.

"Shen Nai, give me your gun...Shen Nai!?"

Looking back, Zhu Peng saw that his sister was still holding the soul crystal in a daze. A young girl died in front of her face. For Xue Naili, who was just 17 years old, the impact was a bit greater .

"...the blue sky, the green lawn, the white walls, the red roof... the stewed beef and potatoes cooked by my grandmother, the family portrait drawn by my younger brother Jack, and the family gave her presents when she was born... Obviously there is a person like that Happy family, this girl was still thinking about these when she was about to die, she thought she could go back alive to see her family, she obviously did nothing wrong...Brother, why did she encounter such misfortune?" Zhu Peng didn't know how to answer Xue Naili's question. After a moment of silence, he looked sideways at the clock in the room.

It was 28:[-] in the middle of the night, and there was not much time left until the black mass was [-] minutes away.

"Xue Nai... You can keep this scene in your heart as a motivation for your future progress and reflection, but the energy of the body and mind is limited, at least at this time, don't waste this limited energy in meaningless In the sadness and self-doubt." Then, Zhu Peng stepped forward and took the violent shotgun in Xue Naili's hand, and then smeared the fat of the corpse on it, and did not let go of the revolver and dagger on his body. They were all smeared with a layer of corpse oil as an isolation layer.

"Throw away the mobile phone first. The carriage that took the Ignatese to attend the black mass is likely to have been subjected to necromancy. Anything with a strong magnetic field can be easily detected." Zhu Peng gave orders while working.

Xue Naili wiped away the tears on his cheeks, and then took out his mobile phone and put it aside. At this time, Zhu Peng dismantled the bodies of the Ignatese couple very quickly in a very short time:

White brains, eyes that are dying, fresh skulls and hearts, and complete kidneys. Although we know that anatomy is a skill that wizards of any system must basically master, this is the first time I saw Zhu Peng dismantling two dead bodies. Xue Naili still felt a little inexplicably afraid and couldn't help at all for a while.

Although, her anatomy class at the academy was actually quite good.

Fortunately, Zhu Peng is still very efficient even if he does it himself. The ten fingers of his hands are the sharpest knives and the most flexible pliers. With the dark red blood-killing tactic and powerful claws, shredding corpses is like hot water for Zhu Peng. It is generally easy to cut butter with a knife.

At 25:[-] midnight, Zhu Peng and Xue Naili held some food boxes in both hands. They stood at the foggy intersection at the entrance of the underground tavern, waiting for the arrival of the black carriage that Igna said.

"...Brother, am I behaving badly, I can't help you at all." While waiting, Xue Naili suddenly asked in a low voice.

"It's not bad. After all, you have received professional training from the academy. If that boy Ma Zhe came in with me just now, I'm afraid you can't be as self-controlled and quiet as you. Let that rough guy fight and kill people, let him be quiet Seeing me dismantle the human body into pieces, I'm afraid it will be more difficult. That guy looks calm, but in fact he is quite broken-hearted, especially the more emotional he is, the more broken-mouthed he is." Zhu Peng comforted Xue Naili, although They didn't help much, but they didn't cause any trouble. Now they are still helping with things, so it's not good to have higher requirements.

"...Brother, don't you feel afraid, sad, hesitant, or affected by these emotions?"

"...It's not completely impossible, but I'm used to it. Every time before a martial arts competition or dealing with something, I meditate first, set up one or two psychological hints for myself, and then in the following eight to twelve hours , I can clearly record what I have experienced, but I will not be affected by emotions during this process, and I will deal with everything in a relatively rational state. In fact, when I go back, I shut myself in a quiet room to summarize and reflect. I will be sad, sad, and occasionally feel self-blame and annoyed, these are the resources to exercise my soul, but when I am doing things, because of the psychological hints set in advance, I will not be swayed by them.”

"Sounds great."

"It's a very simple mind-learning skill, but if you want to be truly stable and solidified, it's best to practice it from an early age. After reaching the alchemy fairyland, the artistic conception of long-term practice will basically solidify. It has a certain effect on some illusions and spiritual shocks. Defensive effect, the probability of passing the negative spell will test will be relatively high."

It was already 28:[-] midnight when the two of them spoke.

A jet-black carriage pulled by two big brown horses broke through the thick fog and rushed out. It diffused a faint but quite powerful aura of the dead around it. It was also because of this aura that the carriage was safe and sound. Shuttle through the city of wizards in "Hundred Ghosts of the Night".

In the distribution of forces in the dark world, necromancers are one of the most powerful and respectable group of people. Even the proud vampires or violent werewolves will not attack those who have sufficient food. Difficult skeletons, they are not easy to provoke at all.

Powerful summoning, terrible curse of the dead, even relatively weak negative energy spells: Corpse Explosion, Bone Spear, Bone Wrath, Wither, Finger of Death, these are all famously powerful and weak bloodlines Clans and tribes can't afford to provoke any necromantic black witch.

The hearse of the deceased stopped in front of Zhu Peng and Xue Naili who were wearing black robes. Because of his alienated blood, even in the dark night and thick fog, Zhu Peng could still clearly see the big brown horse looming behind the carriage. The dark red eyes, under the cover of fur, are stitched with extremely fine stitches. Inside the seemingly strong and powerful body is an ugly body made of countless bones, including human beings, messy animals, and all kinds of bones. All kinds of mixed and mixed, completely ignoring the rejection of normal life, under the magic power of necromancers, together form a brand new "life body".

In many plane worlds, necromancers are considered the most blasphemous evil, and they are the unbearable objections and doubts of the "God Creation Theory".Although, the so-called God created man is the biggest lie in the universe.

In fact, this causal relationship is more accurate in reverse. Without human beings, how can there be gods?

He took out a bloody heart that was simply wrapped in silk from his left sleeve, and threw it to the strong coachman who wrapped himself in a thick black robe like Zhu Peng and Xue Nai. Sibu raised his head and swallowed his heart in, and in that glimpse, Zhu Peng saw a terrifying human face covered with all kinds of stitches. Since it was not covered with fur like a horse, this face Human faces can really scare the timid to death in the dark.

After paying the "fare", Zhu Peng and Xue Naili boarded the carriage with large and small bags. There were no other Death Eaters in the carriage, and the air in the sealed carriage was cloudy and dark. Ordinary people sitting in such a carriage, It doesn't take long to lose the sense of direction completely, and the hearse of the deceased didn't arrive at the destination directly, but wandered around the city for a while, so even if any Death Eater repented and wanted to confess to the Black Mass gathering It is impossible, because they don't know where the real gathering place is.

I don't know how long it has passed in the dark, it may be 10 minutes, or it may be half an hour. Xue Naili couldn't help her and asked in a low voice: "Brother, how did you find the Ignatese?"

"You mean you found out they were Death Eaters?"

"Well, in fact, I didn't have any clues at the beginning. I just found a tavern with a good business in the area with the highest incidence of missing people. Places like underground taverns have always been a place for news gathering and distribution. I went there and sat for a while. Yes, and then I found blood that was not cleaned up between the fingers of the fat female boss. Moreover, although the Ignatese and his wife looked cheerful and enthusiastic on the surface, their eyes were bloodshot from staying up all night for a long time... The blood may be The blood in the eyes left over from slaughtering animals during cooking may also be an occupational disease of running a tavern, but once I have doubts in my heart, as I observe, I feel a little bit of a black wizard in the couple: that kind of The spiritual will of those who are superior and regard others as pigs and dogs." At this point, Zhu Peng paused for a moment to sort out his thoughts, and then continued:

"In order to prevent myself from being suspicious, I went around the tavern twice. They did it very carefully. The sound insulation effect of the secret room is very good. As the tavern owner who works at night and rests during the day, the bedroom window is covered with thick Covering with thick curtains is also reasonable...but just like crematoriums or cemeteries will make people feel uncomfortable instinctively, if too many people die in one place, especially those who are tortured to death, dark energy particles will naturally gather , and I am quite keen in this regard, so I have this business tonight. However, even I didn't expect them to do this. I thought I found a pair of dark servants at most, but I didn't expect it to be Death eaters of necromancy black witches, and they are at the level of fanaticism." Zhu Peng said to Xue Nai beside him with some regret:

"Tonight's action is too advanced for you. After returning home tomorrow, take a good rest for two days to calm down."

In the darkness, Qiuyue Xue Naili shook her head.

"I'm fine. I've been wandering with my mother for so long, and I've seen many tragic things during the process. It's just that I can't understand how there are people like Death Eaters... Could it be that I completely forgot about it because I was bewitched by a black wizard?" What is your position as a human being?" Not because of fighting, not because of hatred, not because of any other reason, just to satisfy one's own spiritual needs, to torture and kill the same kind makes people shudder.

"...Because, it's not a bewitchment."

"Um!?"

At this moment, the carriage stopped, and the door opened after a while, and another Death Eater in black robe got into the carriage. This outsider also made Zhu Peng swallow his next words.

The Necromancer Black Witch called on the Death Eaters to establish the Black Mass, and eventually even formed the belief in evil gods. This is a cult genre that is very common in the multiverse.However, this necromancer genre does not rely on deceptive spells or simple brainwashing tricks.

It's that the Necromancer Dark Witches really have something unique that surpasses other wizarding schools... For example, they can regenerate severed limbs, restore youth to the subject, cure terminal illnesses, and even resurrect the dead. Resurrection as a zombie, but a real, complete resurrection.

They can even break the innate restrictions, allowing mortals who have no spiritual aptitude to become wizards.

Because it is really not a deception, countless ordinary people and even highly intelligent people are fascinated by it. Maybe a huge price will be paid in the process, such as the classic "rejuvenation" in necromancy.

As human beings grow from prime of life to old age, the skin gradually loses its luster and is covered with deep wrinkles. Strength, speed, physical strength and even brain power begin to fade. Even if you have a successful career and a lot of money, you will lose your youth. The little girl is also powerless.

When people get old, they gradually lose all happiness.

However, becoming a Death Eater can restore your youth, although it is short-lived but true, you just need to use your direct blood relatives as the nourishment for recovery, which is about a hundred to one conversion ratio:

Kill your son who can live another 100 years, and you can recover a full year of youth.

In the plane where necromantic witchcraft is prevalent, there have even been horrible cases of extremely greedy old people turning into demons and devouring hundreds of thousands of children and grandchildren. The older you are, the more greedy you are. There is no way to stop.

Many legendary powerhouses who were famous in their youth chose to fall because of fear of aging and death in their later years.With mental arithmetic and carelessness, coupled with their own ability and experience advantages, once they start devouring their blood relatives, the chances of destroying the whole family are quite high, and even those illegitimate children who are hidden in the folk will be forcibly pulled out.

And the more the direct blood relatives are devoured, the higher the degree of pollution of one's own blood is. It is impossible to make people madly while devouring blood relatives to restore youth, so as to stay young forever before death.The lower the level of life itself, the faster the speed of blood pollution, and finally the person becomes a complete madman, devouring all living people with red eyes like beasts, and the final ending is to be destroyed and caught by countless resentful souls The soul is dragged into the deepest part of the Styx, leaving nothing behind.

Another example is the classic meditation method of the Death Eaters, which is also a special example of qualitative changes derived from quantitative changes.

Even if it is a mortal who has no spiritual aptitude at all, practicing the spirit-gathering thaumaturgy and the constant blood sacrifice like the Igna couple, at the beginning, the evil energy in the body will be strengthened, and in the middle stage, it will gradually begin to cast extremely weak necromancy spells. In the final period, there have been five Death Eaters in history who broke through their innate limitations with the thaumaturgy of gathering spirits, and were promoted to become official wizards.

And among these five demons who are like undead saints, none of them has a final achievement lower than that of a legendary existence, one of them even achieved transcendence, and two of them became demigods... The Death Eaters forcibly broke through with the thaumaturgy of gathering spirits The ratio is about 90.00 million to [-]. Among the [-] million Death Eaters, one can complete the breakthrough, and the other [-]% died or gave up halfway, and the remaining [-]% died of brain explosion during the breakthrough process. .

The essence of gathering spirit thaumaturgy is to allow countless resentful souls killed by oneself to attach to oneself, use their spiritual power to increase evil energy, cast spells, strengthen power, and finally transform into one's own spiritual power to complete a breakthrough.

Every undead saint must bear at least a million resentful souls, and then you must use your own will to make these undead who hate you so purely give up their hatred for you, and even transform it into your help, and finally become the source of your spiritual power The source... This is so fucking much harder than breaking through the alchemy realm, and because of the thousands of years of wizard history, the endless vast planes, and billions of living beings, five necromancer saints came out.

But, regardless of how difficult and terrifying the process was, at least the Necromancer Dark Witch did not lie.

The promises they made to the Death Eaters can all be fulfilled, but whether you can fulfill this fulfillment, what price you have to pay, and to what extent you can achieve it are all up to you.

It’s like a woman whose husband and son she loved all her life died unexpectedly. A necromancer appeared in front of the woman and told her that her husband and son could be resurrected, but this process was full of thorns and difficulties, you go not to do it?

This classic routine is analyzed as a case in the textbooks of necromancers. First, you need to find a smart, strong woman who has no sense of right and wrong, and then create an accident to cause her husband and son to die in the In front of her... Finally, the sorcerer completed the experiment, collected the materials, hid behind the scenes and retired successfully, while the poor woman died under the sword of the brave instead of the sorcerer, and she also had to bear thousands of years of spurning and pain. infamy.

Necromancers’ routines are almost fuming. Ordinary necromancers can’t pass their own level. Anyway, there are countless cases similar to the above in the Middle Ages. Just find the right one to make the best use of the situation. Few wizards really plan and execute it by themselves. Not to mention dirty hands, once they get out of the gang, they have to face the crazy pursuit of a completely blackened woman, and it is not interesting to be hated by a person who takes the soul as a vow I don't know how many demons in the endless abyss and the nine levels of purgatory are looking forward to plugging in this kind of thing.

Wizards are very powerful, but not so powerful that they can be unscrupulous and do whatever they want in the heavens.Especially necromancers, they are instinctively rejected by the will of the plane in most planes, and the manifestation is that most of them have bad luck, overall.

... If I am not lucky enough to get the inheritance of Chinese martial arts, maybe I will also choose to walk on the road of Death Eaters; maybe it will be painful, maybe I will regret it, but there are always some people who are not willing to be reconciled to the arrangement of fate...

Dead wood, silent garden, dilapidated mausoleum of the dead.

The big ball of light in the sky had just risen, Zhu Peng glanced at the sky, and then got out of the carriage with Xue Naili, and merged into the team of many Death Eaters like a drop of water.

Gathering at midnight and starting the black mass at dawn is really rare, but from this arrangement, we can also feel the caution and difficulty of the people behind the scenes.

"I'll look for a chance to assassinate that Necromancer Dark Witch in a while, don't think about helping me, find a corner to hide in... Unless you see me winning, don't come out no matter what you see. I have already ordered Ma Zhe, if we haven't returned before two o'clock this afternoon, he will inform the school and father of the information."

"Brother, don't you plan to fight desperately? Don't make a move if you are not sure."

"...No, what I mean is that if I can't fight, I can still run away. Find a place to hide, otherwise I might ignore you when I run away."

"..." Xue Naili had an embarrassing expression on her face, but she had nothing to say.

The Death Eaters in black robes flowed into the mausoleum. During the process, Zhu Peng and Xue Naili saw many men and women in black robes gathering together in groups of three or four, and from time to time, they picked up the black robes from their pockets. He took out nails, eyeballs, skulls, and even complete baby corpses, and exchanged spell-casting materials or gemstones he needed. Seeing this scene, Zhu Peng even suspected that there were more than just Death Eaters here. Apprentices from the Young Necromancer Department also pretended to be Death Eaters and wandered among them, searching for what they needed.

Going all the way to the extremely deep underground, the eyes suddenly opened up.

If it weren't for the huge skull statue hanging high above, Zhu Peng would almost have thought that he had arrived in some great auditorium of a god religion. Side, neat and dignified.

(The necromantic cult here has already reached a considerable scale, with many believers and strict organization. Yes, so many survivors of the earth die every day, even being killed and left unattended, which naturally provides a huge nourishment for such a sect... …Well, the bigger the scale, the more power of fate I will get after solving it. The whole fate card is trembling and longing. It is eager to cut off a certain torrent of fate and benefit itself.) Together with Chennai Sitting on the bench and watching the cult performance on the altar, Xue Nali was still a little nervous. She lowered her head slightly and shrank her body, while Zhu Peng slowly closed her eyes and adjusted her mental and physical state.

Chapter 46 The Trapped Dragon Ascends to Heaven, and Human Tribulation Comes

Although he trusted Xue Naili, Zhu Peng still didn't tell her the truth after all.

My Japanese sister might really think that she is used to being a happy knight, and Dingtian thought about it further, thinking that she has taken a fancy to the black witchcraft books and treasures of this cult.However, no matter how much Xue Naili thought about it, he couldn't guess that what Zhu Peng really wanted was the life of the behind-the-scenes of the cult. Kill him and cut off the torrent of his fate, and Zhu Peng would be able to share a part of it.

The power of destiny is undoubtedly very useful, just like money, which is usually accumulated day and night, but it is easy to throw it all away when you want to spend it.What's more, sometimes there will be accidents like when encountering Charlotte, which automatically burns money.

The "Track of Destiny" began to fluctuate when they noticed something strange in the underground tavern of the Igna couple, and the reaction became more violent as Zhu Peng got closer to the target.

The moment Zhu Peng set foot in the cemetery, he already understood the "destiny mission" he was taking on this time. It was obvious that the cemetery and the master behind this cult had already stepped on the juncture of transforming a giant dragon into a dragon.

If it is successful, the dragon will rise to the sky, and the clouds will spread the rain.

If you lose, you will be smashed to pieces, and you will never recover.

And the "trajectory of fate" is to let Zhu Peng crash in at this moment, let the target "transform the dragon" fail, be smashed to pieces, and be destroyed forever. At the same time, it will also take away part of the opponent's luck and benefit the host itself.

In the words of cultivators in the Earth Age, Zhu Peng is the "human robbery" of the master behind the cult, the most dangerous and terrifying, with murderous intentions everywhere... This is true for both parties.

On the altar of the cathedral, several senior Death Eaters spoke in turn about their various experiences and experiences in practicing the thaumaturgy meditation method for the believers to understand and comprehend.

Of course, due to the short time, these senior people will not speak too deeply. If any believer wants to listen to the full version of the tutorial afterwards, it will be the content of their private communication.

After the senior Death Eaters finished, a well-groomed, gray-haired elderly woman walked up the altar.

The white-skinned old woman spoke in the form of a real person, telling how she saved her grandson who was seriously injured and nearly died through necromancy.From her fear at the beginning to her decision to try, especially when she described the details of deception and murder, she described it in great detail. Obviously, the old lady herself was also very impressed.

However, when the witchcraft was completed, her grandson, who was already doomed to die, received extra vitality and miraculously came back to life.

At this time, a short black robe suddenly ran up and hugged the silver-haired old woman. Then he turned around and lifted the hood, revealing healthy, rosy, round cheeks, and golden hair full of life and luster under the lamplight. , a healthy and lively lad with sea-blue eyes.

"Dark wizardry, necromantic wizardry is the best and most powerful force, I love it, and I want to be a great dark wizard when I grow up." Although the cult guards soon ran up to the little boy He hugged him down, but the boy's appearance and declaration still inspired all the believers in the audience.

"It is precisely because of my success with my grandson that I have strengthened my confidence. I must work harder and piously study the great and profound necromancer sorcery, and strive to resurrect my son and daughter-in-law one day in the future." Caucasian old man The sonorous and powerful words and declarations of the woman made Chennai greatly shocked.

"Brother, is this true? False, is it a deception? Necromantic witchcraft can really be used to cure diseases and save lives, and even reverse life and death?"