Hill's sudden movement did not attract the attention of An Pengfei.
I don't know what kind of secret room the brown spirits found, but the An family guards who had always been very calm actually screamed. An Pengfei tensed up, and a silver short gun flew out from behind in an instant, pulling out a silver light and turning into
He picked up the spear and held it in his hand.
The squad leader who had just been following him hurried over with anger on his face and unconcealable panic: "eldest son! The Lin family has built a mass grave a thousand meters underground!"
An Pengfei was so shocked that he didn't even bother to greet Hill and shouted, "Let's go!" and let the man lead the way and charged directly.
An Ran was stunned for a while, then walked over with a serious expression: "I'm sorry, Archmage Bolaño, Master Pengfei is really too shocked to be so rude."
Hill waved his hand: "Business matters, I won't care about this little thing."
An Ran shook his head and bowed solemnly to Hill.
Hill stood up in surprise. Fortunately, Fatty An really wanted to thank him and just bowed to him as a thank you.
This is a common etiquette used by dragon-suffering people to treat their saviors. Hill thought about it and accepted it, and sat back.
An Ran said softly: "I sincerely thank you and your little goblin friends for saving the lives of all the aristocratic families in Renhe City and the lives of the people in the city.
The grace of saving a life will never be forgotten for the rest of my life.
Mass graves...are the evil rituals that do the most damage to the power of the ancestors. Once successful, the entire city of Renhe will fall into a disaster of the undead."
Hill glanced at Fatty An.
This guy didn't mention the most critical point: the so-called damage to the power of the ancestors is actually causing these ancestors' spirits to directly fall, turning them from fairy spirits directly into evil spirits.
As long as it is a family that honors these ancestors, all family members near the ancestral court will definitely fall together, or even directly become undead.
Most of the family members who stay out of town will not have any problems, but even if these people may build a new family in the future, they have nothing in common with the current one except that their last names remain unchanged.
After all, the ancestors cannot be the same.
Hill looked at An Ran's somewhat miserable expression, smiled, and let the matter go. Even if he knew what Hill was hiding from him, An Ran couldn't tell the truth in public.
It is a good thing that one less person knows about the weaknesses of the ancestral family.
Hill had no intention of going to see the mass grave until the brown spirits flew back in panic: "Hill! It's Bane's power!"
He jumped up immediately, put the brown spirit back into his pocket, and then walked quickly towards that place.
Hill then realized that to create mass graves, what was needed was the continuous addition of the blood of injustice and souls full of resentment.
Not all corpses are useful, they must be those who died tragically.
But based on Shoulong's control over the people, if there were so many people missing for no reason near Renhe City, the government would definitely not be aware of it.
That can only come from outside.
If it was during the war between Shoulong and Tulong a hundred years ago, or even fifty years ago when the two countries had a small war, such corpses would still be easy to find. At that time, countless people from both countries died tragically at the hands of both sides.
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But the Lin family has only entered Renhe City for a few decades!
Hill walked in silence all the way to Lin Yi's usual room. It was a typical three small rooms, with a living room in the middle, a bedroom on the left, and a small study room on the right.
The trap that the brown spirits found was next to the bed in the bedroom. A carved portrait of Guanyin, the Great Merciful and Compassionate, turned outwards, revealing a dark hole and a staircase that continued downwards.
Hill frowned, added various BUFFs to himself, and then walked away.
His followers quickly stood on both sides and pushed away the two Anjia guards who were in charge of guarding.
An Ran quickly pulled the two angry guards to the door and stood there: "Just stay here, we can trust that person, but he may not believe us.
It would be great if the great witch is willing to help, so don’t be too troublesome."
He glanced worriedly for a few times and then asked, "Have you notified the head of the family?"
A guard answered him: "The eldest son has sent An Xu and An Feng back."
"What? Why did he send An Xu?" An Ran glared at the two of them, "Didn't An Minyi stop Young Master Pengfei?"
"Even if An Xu is following the Third Young Master, he won't act recklessly at this time, right?" The guard said softly, "What matters is not the eldest Young Master, but the entire An family. We even have to inform other families that no one will come out."
What's going on?
If you want to purify the mass graves, it cannot be solved by our little witchcraft."
"You know what P!" An Ran showed an indifferent expression, "Master Pengfei, you have really been in the military camp for a long time. Hasn't this been discovered?
Anyway, it won't cause a genocide, so killing him in a mass grave is the best solution for him.
Fortunately, Archmage Bolaño paid more attention to the Death God from Faerûn... However, I remember the intelligence said that he was good at water and wind magic, as well as light magic.
I don’t know if he can deal with the secret spells from the Japanese Empire! He brought so many goblins down, what will he do if he is sealed as a demon?"
An Ran walked a few steps and suddenly looked at the two people: "Forget it, you are not as useful as Archmage Bolaño's followers here, you might as well go back and inform them again!
Anyway, I'm here to guard you. If anything happens, I will send out fireworks for help. You go quickly!
Regardless of whether the head of the family knows it or not, you should report everything here in detail!"
The two guards looked at each other, but An Ran's attitude was tough, so they had no choice but to obey and quickly disappeared at the door.
Before they left, An Ran kept a nervous expression, and then let out a series of curses.
After venting his anger for a while, he looked at Hill's entourage seriously and said: "Master Pengfei's safety depends on you, Archmage Bolaño, are these knights your puppets? You must
I can hear you.
I have to go back to find the head of the family, An Minyi... may have betrayed me, please pay attention."
Fatty An patted his body a few times, and his fat body moved flexibly. A strange winged object appeared behind him, and then he tore open another piece of paper, and his whole body seemed to merge into the air.
The same thing disappeared before his eyes.
Only the gust of wind blowing over could tell that he had rushed into the air.
Having reached a depth of more than 300 meters underground, Hill couldn't help but stop: This fat man turned out to be a mechanic.
No wonder they can tell the true identities of Hill's puppets, they are well hidden.
Hill...Hill has become accustomed to the fact that his judgment of people will be wrong. Anyway, there is nothing to be afraid of. At worst, he can just flip the table. It's not like he can't do it.
Looking down at the stairs that were still a few hundred meters away, Hill was a little suspicious of how Lin Yi usually went down. Even if he was a ninja, he wouldn't have to exercise his legs and feet like this every time, right?
Hill got tired of walking, and the stairs under his feet quickly deformed, sending him downwards like a wave.
The little fairies immediately became happy and asked Hill to build an endless staircase like this in their small amusement park.
Hill felt that their thoughts were too good, and asked with a chuckle: "This requires mana. Which of you is willing to be the one who works hard when others are playing?"
The goblins immediately fell silent.
They didn't take turns to play. No goblin would be willing to tolerate working while others were playing.
"Be honest! It must be very smelly down there." Hill looked at the stairs that were about to end and said gently, "If you fall into the pool of the dead, I can't save you!"
"Hurry! Use the silk threads in your hands to sew all the pockets!" Vera ordered loudly, "If you don't want to become a slave of the Court of Wrath, please hurry up!"
The goblins all started working quickly, and so did Vera. She and Oberon had been staying in Hill's hood, and now they were seriously taking out their needles and threads to weave a spider web on top of the hood.
Hill smiled and stopped the stairs. It was already the last section anyway.
Finally, after using an air-purifying spell on himself, Hill quietly walked out of the stairwell.
An Pengfei is currently fighting with the ghosts of people and mass graves.
Hill quickly understood why the brown elves shouted "Bane". Those undead...should be from Faerûn. The black patterns on their faces were the marks of Bane.
But there is something else... that is the undead 'Chosen One' that Serge Red Robe likes to use most, an extremely ugly undead modified creature, which is attacking the intruders with its claws.
In this flash of lightning, Hill suddenly thought of a mage.
The red-robed wizard did not use spells but ran on his own, not necessarily because he wanted to save money, but he might also be leading the way for the undead trudging underwater.
The man in red robe retreated so easily, most likely because he didn't want Hill to discover what he was doing.
Hill's natural aura is so strong that if you really pass by the sea where the undead are, you won't be able to miss it.
The people of the Japanese Empire could not turn these brutally murdered people into controllable undead. Bane's Zhentarim could do it, and transporting them was a threat to the Ser wizards who had always used undead as porters and various laborers.
Say, it's easy.
The red robes of Sale have always done anything to make money, but Bane will take action, which can only prove one thing.
Bane must have had his own place of faith in the Japanese Empire. No wonder he was still able to maintain his strong divine power even though Zhentil Castle, his strongest brother of faith in Faerûn, was turned into ruins.
Hill took a look at the battle situation ahead and soon discovered that An Ran's judgment was correct.
The captain who once showed dissatisfaction with Hill's arrogant attitude seemed to be very serious about protecting An Pengfei during the crazy battle, but various small mistakes kept appearing.
At this time, there was still internal fighting, and Hill couldn't help but sneered.
This chapter has been completed!