Beast Summoner

"You...what do you mean?" Seeing Li Zhenbang's smile, the old ghost asked with a slightly trembling voice. Although Li Zhenbang was smiling, this smile was so cold that it made him feel cold when he saw it.

Some panic.

"It has nothing to do with you, I just thought of some interesting things. Maybe you will meet an acquaintance soon!" Li Zhenbang looked at the old ghost and smiled even brighter.

But at this moment, Li Zhenbang's smile seemed to the old ghost to be even more frightening than the smile of the undead high priest.

The old ghost didn't know why he suddenly had an illusion in his heart, as if the person in front of him would be inextricably linked to the undead tribe, and it seemed that the rise and fall of the undead tribe might even be in the hands of this person.

"Who are you?" The old ghost couldn't help but ask.

"Who am I? I'm just an ordinary Summoner! Originally I was very low-key, but your Undead clan didn't want me to be low-key, so in order to continue to keep a low profile, I have to be more low-key to you Undead clan."

Li Zhenbang said helplessly.

The corners of the old ghost's eyes twitched. Li Zhenbang said this very arrogantly. If another person said this, he would definitely dismiss it. But Li Zhenbang's words made him feel like it was always like this.

generally.

"You said that we are all in harmony with each other, so why do we have to treat my sister as some bullshit saint? You undead people really like to make trouble for nothing! You can do evil if God does it, but you can't live if you do it yourself!" What Li Zhenbang said at the beginning

It still seemed like he was complaining, but his demeanor suddenly changed after what he said, and he became gnashing his teeth.

"Well...it's not me who captured your sister, and it has nothing to do with me. It's Gu Jun who captured your sister. You can just settle the score with him. I'm innocent!" The old ghost hurriedly defended himself.

"I actually like a saying that when an avalanche occurs, no snowflake is innocent!" Li Zhenbang said coldly.

"My main purpose of becoming a necromancer is to take revenge with my own hands. As for the saints and saints, it means nothing to me. The development and growth of the undead tribe has nothing to do with me. I am really innocent!"

The old ghost tried his best to excuse himself.

"If you want to take revenge on Gu Jun, I can find a way to help you get him out." Seeing that Li Zhenbang didn't speak, the old ghost hesitated and continued.

"Can you ask Gu Jun out? It seems like you have a personal relationship?" Li Zhenbang raised his eyebrows.

"No... nothing! Gu Jun and I are not familiar with each other at all, we have never even met! What I said is true!" Seeing Li Zhenbang's suspicious eyes, the old ghost hurriedly explained.

"Gu Jun is a veteran Holy Mage of the Undead. I am just a newcomer who has just been a Necromancer for less than a hundred years. I can secretly ask him out in the name of worshiping him and admiring him. Then you can deal with him."

Revenge, wouldn't everyone be happy?" The old ghost expressed his thoughts.

The old ghost did not tell lies. He and Gu Jun had neither met nor had any friendship. The old ghost was not Gu Jun's disciple, so how could Gu Jun, who was a veteran Holy Mage of the Undead, treat him so badly?

What is the interest in the newly joined necromancer? Even if the old ghost has great potential, what does this have to do with Gu Jun?

There are many factions within the Undead Tribe, and many people who are not members of their own faction will not even say hello to each other if it is not necessary. If there are factions that are in conflict with each other, it is very common for them to be sarcastic and sarcastic when they meet.

There is no conflict between the old ghost's faction and Gu Jun's faction, so it is not a problem for the old ghost to meet with Gu Jun on the pretext of admiration.

Li Zhenbang shook his head. If he only wanted to seek revenge from Gu Jun, then the matter would be much simpler. His main purpose now is to rescue his sister Li Ruoyue.

It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge after ten years. Saving his sister Li Ruoyue is the top priority. As for seeking revenge from Gu Jun or even the God's Mansion, that can be put aside for a later time.

"No matter what the relationship is between you and Gu Jun, that is your own business. I have no interest in dealing with him now. What I want to know most now is how to see the saint." Li Zhenbang asked very straightforwardly.

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"Now that the blood pool has completely stopped allowing others to enter, those who want to become undead can only postpone indefinitely because they are afraid that they will affect the awakening of the saint in the blood pool. At this time, I want to see

Being a saint is not an easy task." The old ghost shook his head and said.

"But if you can really disguise yourself as the Holy Son, then if you want to see the Holy Girl, it's unlikely that others will stop you." The old ghost suggested.

"Then look at this, do I have the qualifications to become the Holy Son?" Li Zhenbang smiled slightly and directly released the ghost from the acquired bag.

When he saw the ghost, the old ghost was startled for a moment. After circling the ghost a few times, he stood stunned on the spot. His eyes became wider and wider, and his mouth could already fit a fist.

"He... you... you... he..." The old ghost pointed back and forth at Li Zhenbang and Ghost, already somewhat unable to speak.

"What is it? Is he in the book you mentioned about the Holy Son controlling undead creatures?" Li Zhenbang asked.

"Can you really control him? Is he really your contracted summoned beast?" The old ghost looked at Li Zhenbang in disbelief.

"What? Do you need me to direct him to show you?" Li Zhenbang raised his eyebrows. The old ghost's look had already given him the answer, but he still wanted to get a definite answer from the old ghost's mouth.

"No, no, no!" The old ghost waved his hands hurriedly. He had begun to have some doubts in his heart. Li Zhenbang was probably the real Holy Son and there was no need to pretend at all.

"You...where did you find him? Are there any similar or similar monsters?" The old ghost looked at Li Zhenbang with envy.

Not to mention the specialness of the ghost, the attributes of the ghost itself as a seventh-level undead monster are enough to make anyone in the undead tribe go crazy.

The Son of the Undead has not appeared many times in history, but as far as the old ghost knows, before the Son of the Undead officially awakened to become the Son of the Undead, none of the undead creatures he could control exceeded the fifth level, and there were even two

It only controls the first-level undead creatures, and the control is not completely comfortable.

However, once the Holy Son awakens his memory successfully, the Holy Son can control many undead creatures, because after the Holy Son awakens, some of the will of the God of Death will be attached to his body. The undead creatures are equivalent to the free-range pets of the God of Death. When encountering the God of Death,

How can your children dare to be so presumptuous?

"I summoned this one from an unknown space. I guess you will never meet another one." Li Zhenbang shook his head and said.

Although Li Zhenbang told the truth, in the old ghost's opinion, Li Zhenbang made a poor excuse not to tell him.

But no matter what, Li Zhenbang is very likely to be the Holy Son of the Undead, and he doesn't dare to be presumptuous anymore. If Li Zhenbang really becomes the Holy Son and comes back to settle a small score with him, then he can't afford it, so he is cautious

asked: "Li... Sheng... Zhenbang, can you control the elements of undead magic?"

The old ghost doesn't know how to call Li Zhenbang now. At least until he finds out whether Li Zhenbang is the Holy Son, he is a little afraid to speak. He doesn't even know how to call Li Zhenbang. In the end, he decided to be like Cui Lang and the others.

Just call him Zhenbang.

"Did you call him Zhenbang too?" Cui Lang glared at the old ghost.

"Then what should I call him? I didn't know before that he might really be the Holy Son. Now that I know, can I still call him by his first name?" The old ghost looked at Cui Lang with aggrieved eyes.

"You should call me Li Zhenbang! Don't worry, I can never be the holy son of your undead tribe, because I can't control the elements of undead magic at all." Li Zhenbang shook his head and said.

"Really?" The old ghost looked at Li Zhenbang suspiciously.

"Why are you lying to me? What's the benefit to me?" Li Zhenbang curled his lips.

"I still need you to help me think about what I should do to disguise myself as the Holy Son and sneak into the God's Mansion so that I can meet my sister?" Li Zhenbang asked.

"That...Li...Li Zhenbang..." The old ghost didn't feel anything wrong with calling Li Zhenbang's name, but now he couldn't say it out loud and felt very awkward. But Li Zhenbang said so, and he didn't dare to go against it.

Anyway, it was Li Zhenbang who asked him to call.

"I have been a necromancer for less than a hundred years, and the last Holy Son was already a thousand years ago. I don't know much about it. I can only tell you my guess, whether it is right or wrong.

Wrong, you can't blame me, otherwise I might as well not say anything." The old ghost said cautiously.

"Okay, as long as you tell the truth and don't lie to me, then I won't blame you. But if you dare to hide something, deliberately deceive me, or even frame me, then don't blame me for being rude. Die

I have tried to support you before!" Li Zhenbang threatened.

"Don't worry, after knowing your current situation, even if you lend me some courage, I won't dare to fool you!" the old ghost said hurriedly.

The old ghost thought in his heart: No matter whether Li Zhenbang is the real Holy Son or a fake Holy Son, he has to tell the truth, otherwise if something goes wrong with Li Zhenbang, he will definitely not be well.

In fact, the old ghost has almost recognized Li Zhenbang as the Holy Son. After all, he has never heard of anyone other than the undead tribe who can control undead creatures. Especially this undead creature he has never seen before.

Yes, there is no similar portrait even in the books recording the Holy Son.

Just when the old ghost was explaining to Li Zhenbang, Li Zhenbang separated part of his mind and entered the acquired bag, and was looking at the imprisoned undead holy warrior in the acquired bag with a sneer...