The Calm Life of the Best Skull

Under the dark night, there was heavy snow.In a bustling small town in the north, pedestrians in twos and threes shrank their heads, wrapped their thick leather clothes tightly around their bodies, and walked hurriedly against the biting cold wind.In the hope of being able to go home as soon as possible and get the warmth of the fire.

At the entrance of a dark alley where the street lights couldn't reach, a little beggar wrapped in an old blanket looked up at the pedestrians on the street quietly.

The whistling cold wind blew into the alley with snow shavings, cutting the skin like a knife.But the little beggar didn't feel anything at all, and still stared at the adults who came and went in front of him, his dark blue ice eyes were as quiet as if he was looking for prey, but there was a little bit of calculation.

He has been hungry for two days. If he can't get food to satisfy his hunger today, I'm afraid he won't have to survive tonight.

Thinking of this, the little beggar couldn't help clenching the dagger hidden in his bosom.There seemed to be a touch of determination in the cold pupils, he didn't want to die...

Finally, when that dirty little face was about to turn blue from the cold, the crouching little beggar suddenly moved.Like a ghost, I saw him dragging his legs that had been numb from the cold, even almost unconscious, and silently followed a drunken middle-aged man in front of him.

This man had just come out of an underground tavern on the opposite street, and it was not without reason why the little beggar chose to stay here.

As we all know, in the town of Mary Sue, the so-called underground taverns are places of the highest quality. This is a paradise for lust and lewdness.No matter you are a person of high status or low status, as long as you have money, you are God.

Therefore, it is impossible for most people who come out of it to not have a few coins.

It's obviously not the first time the little beggar has been in this business, but this is indeed the first time he has been so cautious.Because he knows that in his current state, it is very difficult to deal with a grown man, even if he is already drunk.So he has only one chance to make a move. If he fails once, then death may be waiting for him...

He silently followed the middle-aged man, until he turned into an alley, the little beggar suddenly raised his eyes.In the darkness, a cold light flashed across those icy blue eyes.The little beggar drew out his dagger without hesitation, bent his knees, and swooped up.

The man in front who was still a little drunk seemed to have sensed something, his whole body trembled, and he almost subconsciously hid to the side.

The dagger grazed the man's waist, scratched his clothes, and brought up a few drops of blood.The little beggar's heart sank, but the man was still awake.Realizing this, the little beggar immediately rushed into the alley, intending to escape by leaning on the intricate alleyways.

But the middle-aged man who has been awakened by the pain at this moment will not let him go so easily.

At that moment, the eyes of the middle-aged man froze.As he flipped his lips, a gust of black air shot out from his palm in vain, and quickly attacked the fleeing little beggar.

The little beggar felt a chilly aura approaching from behind, and he didn't have time to turn around.There was a slap, as if being severely whipped on the back, and the little beggar was thrown flying out of his body.

Wow--

The little beggar, already suffering from hunger and cold, fell heavily to the ground, and finally couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The middle-aged man walked up slowly with a sullen face, and looked at the skinny little beggar who was almost dying. Not only did he not have the slightest pity in his eyes, but more of a kind of sinister cruelty.

"Damn beggar, dare to attack me..."

He stepped on the little hand of the little beggar who was still holding the dagger tightly, and seeing the expression of unbearable pain on his face, a sneer appeared on the man's face, "Fortunately, I just happened to be able to cultivate one today." I just want to use you as a testing stone." After laughing, he was not in a hurry to kill the opponent, but stepped back a few steps, and began to chant incantations in a low voice.

He is a third-level low-level necromancer, and he originally got a book of magic secrets at the auction today.In an extremely happy mood, he went to the underground tavern to indulge and have fun.

But as soon as he came out, he was murdered by a little beggar.This made the man laugh angrily, and suddenly thought of a new magic that he had just learned from that book.

Although the magic guild strictly forbids necromancers from killing people, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. Anyway, as long as he doesn't do too much, the magic guild won't do anything to him, let alone the other party is just a little beggar...

The low and lingering spell echoed faintly in the alley, and the cold wind outside was blowing in bursts. The passers-by on the road didn't seem to notice the changes in the alley at all. Maybe... Even if they noticed, no one would stand up .

After all, in people's thinking orientation, magicians are God's darlings above all else. Without conflicts of personal interests, no one would be stupid enough to set up an enemy who can magic.

As a result, middle-aged men became more confident.

The dark clouds in the sky drowned out the moonlight, and more and more dark elements began to gather around the man. Gradually, a vortex like a black hole began to emerge.

Perhaps because he knew that his death was imminent, the little beggar calmed down instead.In the darkness, those eyes were as cold and indifferent as ever, as if nothing could cause them to make waves anymore.

It wasn't the first time the little beggar had seen someone perform magic in front of him, but it might be the last.

It's just that he didn't expect this middle-aged man to be a necromancer. Heh, it seems that the so-called Holy See of Light hasn't been cleaned up enough...

The corner of the little beggar's lips couldn't help but curled up with a sneer. It's not that he doesn't know how dark the world really is. On the contrary, during the years of struggling to survive, he has seen more corruption and depravity than his peers... Even the so-called light has its dark side!

He didn't feel terrible about death. His only regret was that he could no longer fulfill his father's dying wish...

Slowly closing his eyes, the little beggar with cold hands and feet curled up involuntarily. Under the freezing weather, the pain had already begun to become numb, but the howling cold wind was still eating away what was left of him little by little. survival awareness.

The middle-aged man didn't notice the change of the little beggar here. At this moment, the veins on his forehead were bulging hideously, and his eyes were so wide open that he was staring at the dark whirlpool above his head almost non-stop.

I saw this vortex as if a pot of sesame paste had been stirred up by someone. After stirring for a long time, nothing came out.

Finally, the impatient middle-aged man let out a low cry, and made seals with both hands, increasing the output of magic power.The black vortex in the sky shook violently, and the black hole, which was originally only half a meter in diameter, burst open again.

With a bang, the middle-aged man was smashed by a skeleton that fell out of it before he could see what it was.

Startled by the sound, the little beggar subconsciously opened his eyes. He thought he was going to die, but when he saw the scene in front of him, there seemed to be a slight fluctuation on his expressionless face...

Under the dark night and high wind, a skeleton was sitting on the middle-aged man with its buttocks, and two ghostly fires embedded in the eye sockets were looming in the darkness.

Being stared at by those strange 'eyes', the little beggar suddenly felt that the skeleton was looking at him inexplicably.

But after thinking about it, the little beggar couldn't help but feel ridiculous for his own thoughts.Needless to say, this kind of summoned undead creature has no intelligence at all, and how can this white board skeleton, which is obviously the lowest level at first glance,... look at others?

It seems that he is really about to die, no wonder he has hallucinations...

At this time, Xiao Bo had already withdrawn his gaze from the little beggar. In his consciousness, a little ghost whose life was on the verge of extinction was not enough to attract his attention.

He turned his head and looked around for a while, and finally, his eyes fell on the necromancer who was still twitching below him.

The jaws were rattling again, and Xiao Bo sensed the trace of spiritual imprint on the necromancer that was connected with him.So, he rubbed his knuckles and made a strange sound of "quack quack ...".

I worked hard all day to dig myself out of the ground, but before I had time to rest for a moment, I was confused and dragged into the black hole by you for no reason.Damn, how can I say that he was a big man who summoned the wind and rain before he was alive, when did the feng shui turn to be summoned by others!

"Uh, help, help..." A vague moan suddenly came from under Xiao Bo's butt.It's okay if he didn't scream, but when he screamed, a nine-yin white bone claw slapped on his sky spirit cover.call your sister...

The necromancer lying on the ground suddenly uttered a shrill scream, not to mention the bridge of his nose was instantly knocked down by Xiao Bo's astonishing fart just now, and now he was slapped hard again, blood flowed profusely in an instant, it was horrible.

Tsk tsk, I still have the strength to shout!

Xiao Bo turned the elbow joint on his shoulder, swung a Tathagata palm and flew over again!

The poor necromancer didn't even have a chance to call out this time, and was directly knocked out.

The little beggar with wide-eyed eyes suspected that he was not hallucinating now, so he must be dreaming.I have only heard of undead mages enslaving undead creatures, but I have never heard of undead creatures dare... to beat up undead mages!

Looking at the guy who looked like a dead fish on the ground, Xiao Bo obviously didn't expect the necromancer to hit him so hard. After feeling depressed for a while, he got up and kicked the opponent's ass.Seeing that there was no response from him, he turned his head and moved his gaze to the outside of the alley.

So, under the complicated eyes of the little beggar, Xiao Bo swaggered towards the street... Within a short while, there were several screams like slaughtering pigs on the street.

It's just that these calls lasted for two seconds and then stopped abruptly, as if they were suddenly cut off.