Mystery: The Extraordinary Journey Starting from an Angel

"What do you mean?" Maric said fiercely, pretending not to understand.

"Haha! Do you really don't understand, or are you just pretending to be confused?"

Zihu leaned slightly on the back of the chair, adjusted a posture that made him comfortable and said:

"I am the Despair Nightingale of the Witch Sect: a subordinate of Panatia."

Despair Nightingale:Panadia?

Maric's wrinkles became deeper. He had heard of this name. He was a demigod from the Witch Sect.

Unexpectedly, when I came to Backlund, I was afraid that the Witch Sect would make some big move, and I had to inform Lord Angel.

"What evidence do you have that you are a member of the Witch Cult?"

Maric asked the question calmly. He had to ensure the authenticity of this matter.

Otherwise, if he is deceived, Lord Angel will never forgive him. He must be cautious, cautious, and cautious again.

"Untie me first."

The corners of Zihu's mouth hidden behind the fox mask were slightly raised. He knew that the "corpse" in front of him had already believed it.

Maric glanced at Zihu, and then nodded to Sharon.

When Sharon saw Maric's signal, she didn't hesitate and directly withdrew the Tears of Protection, and the chains wrapped around the purple fox also returned to nothingness.

Zihu moved his wrist, took out a photo from his pocket and threw it to Maric.

Marici caught the photo with quick eyes and hands, and took a look at it.

There are two people in this photo, a purple fox wearing a fox mask and a woman.

This woman has a long, fair neck and small, delicate ears.

She is holy, dignified, not stained with any dust, and her appearance is bright and dazzling, making people's eyes bright.

Her pure white and simple robe and loosely pulled hair added a bit of restrained and lazy temperament to her.

None other than the Nightingale of Despair: Panatia.

"This doesn't mean anything!" Maric threw the photo on the table, stared at Zihu and said:

"Photos can be faked, who knows if you are the real Panadia."

"Believe it or not!" Zihu turned his head and pretended not to care:

"If you don't believe me now, the next time you come will be Lord Despair Nightingale."

"I'm afraid it won't be something that a stand-in doll can solve by then."

"Are you threatening me?"

Maric grabbed Zihu by the collar and lifted him up from the chair, anger pouring out of his eyes.

From this extraordinary party organization until now, no one has dared to talk to "Zombie" Maric like this. After all, everyone knows that there is an angel behind him and cannot be messed with.

Normally, even demigods would have to respectfully call out "Corpse" and "Spirit" in front of him and Sharon.

Now being threatened by a Sequence 9 ant from the Witch Sect, how could Maric be able to bear it and want to slap the purple fox to death.

"If you want to kill me, aren't you afraid of despair, Lord Nightingale?"

Zihu naturally felt Malic's murderous intention, but it was all part of his plan.

"Behind us are angels. Even if you are from the Witch Sect, they will not fight against the angels for you."

This is true.

After all, angels are already considered mythical creatures. Even a strong Sequence 1 man will not provoke an angel, let alone fight a Sequence 2 angel for a Sequence 9 subordinate.

"Haha! You get nothing by killing me. If you don't kill me, I can bring you value."

Zihu's deep voice came from behind the mask:

"Perhaps you can be promoted."

Promotion?

Maric's eyes narrowed. You must know that he has been stuck in the sequence of living corpses for a long time. It's not that he doesn't know the potion formula, but he doesn't have extraordinary materials and cannot be promoted to sequence 5 resentful soul.

Now that he heard Zihu say that he could help him get promoted, Maric's heart moved.

The murderous intent in his eyes slowly subsided, he loosened his grip on Zihu's collar, threw him on the chair and said:

"Tell me more specifically."

"Haha!" Zihu straightened his collar and sat on the chair nonchalantly and said:

"I have the extraordinary characteristics of the Prisoner Path Sequence 5 Wraith and Sequence 4 Puppet, as well as a demigod mummy."

Now it was Sharon's turn to be surprised. In fact, it was still possible for Sharon to obtain the Sequence 4 potion formula and extraordinary materials. Only the demigod mummy was extremely difficult to obtain.

I didn't expect that the Witch Cult would have such a thing.

"But I didn't bring it!"

Didn't bring it?

Maric's newly adjusted mood was ignited again.

Isn’t this still playing with yourself?

"Give me the stand-in puppet, and I will give you Sequence 5 and Sequence 4 plus the mummy in a week."

a week.

Maric and Sharon looked at each other with doubts in their eyes.

"How do I know if you are a free hand?"

"And you might have run away in a week, what will you do then?"

"Is one week too long for you?"

Zihu sneered and waved his hand:

"If we, Lord Nightingale, were not desperate to use your replacement doll, do you think this broken doll is worth so many extraordinary properties?"

really!

The price offered by Purple Fox is much higher than the price of this extraordinary item, my stand-in doll.

It's really too high, that's why Maric and Sharon are so vigilant.

In this mysterious world, never treat others as fools and taken advantage of.

Otherwise, it will definitely be you who will suffer when the time comes.

As for the good things that fall from the sky, don't even think about it.

In this world, only discus that can kill people will fall from the sky.

The extraordinary people who struggle to survive in this mysterious world must be careful, careful and careful, otherwise they will be doomed.

Seeing that Maric and Sharon were still half-believing and half-doubting what he said, Zihu continued:

"It seems that you still don't believe me!"

"I can swear to the original witch that everything I said is true."

Swear to the evil god.

Hearing Zihu's words, Maric believed it seven points completely.

After all, if you are not a member of the witch sect, you dare not swear to the original witch.

And as a member of the witch sect, you will never swear to the gods they believe in for no reason.

Once you swear randomly, the consequences will be very miserable.

"Haha!"

"Since your witch sect has these things and told us, aren't you afraid that our angel will forcibly take them away?"

Maric looked at Zihu with a playful face.

"Take it?"

"Hahaha!"

Purple Fox laughed loudly, as if he had heard the funniest joke.

"Although I admit that only Despair Nightingale came to Backlund, would your angel dare to attack us?"

"You and I are the same, both subordinates."

"Your angel will never offend the Witch Cult for you."

Listening to Purple Fox's words that sounded like sarcasm and pity, Maric and Sharon looked at each other and remained silent for a long time.

What Purple Fox said was right.

Just as Maric said before, if they killed Purple Fox, the Witch Cult would be afraid of the angel and would not take action.

Similarly, their own angel would be afraid of the Witch Cult, and there was a high probability that he would not help them seize the extraordinary characteristics.