Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

Morun comes from an ancient family.

Old, but disgusting.

As disgusting as someone.

He Shenyan fell from the sky with an expressionless face, and I have to say that reading minds is really a very good ability. It doesn't matter if you read minds with psychic tentacles or magic, snooping on other people's memories can be addicting. He doesn't need to talk to Morun at all, he just needs to take a look at his brain, and then he can come to his house and kill all his family.

Although this description is a bit cold-blooded, considering that his family is a group of super vampires who cannibalize people without humanity, I guess it is acceptable.

Unless you're a Twilight fan.

In front of you is a dark earth, and a forest guards an ancient spire. The decoration style of the house is very strange, and there is no beauty in sight. The black slanted wooden boards and the door look like the product of being attacked by space-distorting magic. But it was there, even with a warm yellow light shining through those windows.

Laughter and chatter came from inside, and it looked like they were having a dinner party. Unfortunately, something more terrifying than death is to come.

The mage was flying in the sky, and he watched from the sidelines, watching everything below. He didn't even want to let his feet touch the filthy ground, and in his perception, every inch of this land was covered with wailing souls. They were eaten alive during their lifetimes, and after they died, their bones were turned into the foundations and soil of buildings, and they were trampled under their feet by their successors.

Make the most of it, eh? Thinking of this adjective in Morun's memory, he smiled mockingly. In the dark night, two o'clock red flashed by, and he slowly approached the house.

The mage raised his hands high, and his magic power was transformed into the death magic power necessary to use undead spells after a small trick. The souls of the deceased slowly stood up from the soil, the blue spirits had an icy aura, their faces were expressionless, only the desire for revenge.

The family of vampires in the house knew nothing about it, and their perception was easily blocked by the mage. The demented Morun was thrown down as if being dragged by something, smashing through the walls of the house and overturning their empty dining table.

Sitting at the top of the table, an old man with white hair and beard looked up at him through the gap, the anger in his eyes was undisguised, but his anger seemed extremely ridiculous to the mage. He just made a simple gesture, and the invisible psychic tentacles slapped his head into powder in an instant. He couldn't even see what had killed him. Then, at the end of the table, a young woman in a fur coat started screaming.

The mage gave her an annoyed look, so her beautiful head fell off, her white and flawless skin began to rot, and her red lips gradually turned into two wrinkled tawny objects, which looked like a Rotten apple core. The eyeballs fell out of their sockets and then turned into fly ash. The other man who appeared to be her twin covered his mouth.

He seemed to want to vomit, so the wizard turned his vomit into hot lava. His face quickly turned red, and he fell to the ground with a thud and began to writhe on the ground. A terrifying big bag bulged out of his throat, and gurgling voices kept coming from it. After more than ten seconds, all the organs in his body were destroyed by the magma, and he died in extreme pain.

The remaining two people wanted to resist, but they couldn't even speak. Countless ghosts had already crawled out from under their feet, and the rotten hands had already climbed onto their legs. The mage turned his head and threw them here to die. And death is even just the beginning. For the Wraiths, tearing up their bodies is only the first step.

Worse yet,

Wraiths kill people in a special way. Among the many undead, they are the most special kind. They won't kill anyone innocent, instead, they'll keep going after the one who killed them.

Unlike most ghosts, which are earthbound, wraiths are free. They can leave their burial place for a long time, and can even live in other objects. They are also extremely powerful. But becoming a wraith has extremely harsh prerequisites. The deceased must have the potential to become a mage, or a psychic. Death must also be extremely painful... Of course, if you are a senior necromancer, then these conditions can be ignored.

He Shenyan is not, but he is more proficient in necromancy than the necromancer. It's not too difficult to do this, what's more, the dead Spider-Man here are all eaten alive, if this kind of death is not a tragic death, then what is?

Back to the topic, after tearing up the murderer's body, the Wraith will extract his soul. They have the innate ability to create illusions, and they can project various feelings before their death onto the soul body of the murderer, so that they can also feel their own pain, until the soul of the murderer is torn apart, the resentful soul will be dissipate. But considering the strength of the souls of the heirs after eating so many Spider-Man, and the number of resentful souls present, this process may last hundreds of millions of years.

The mage's departure was as silent as his arrival. He did not open the portal this time, but directly used the abilities of the cross-border mages. After a burst of white light, he returned to the White Tower Council. Standing on the branch of the giant tree, the magic power in the air made his body feel a burst of comfort, but his heart was still full of anger.

Gu Yi deceived him, but was also the teacher who taught him magic. Even saved his life more than once. He had never been so lost until Gu Yi really appeared in front of him.

He pushed open the door of his room, and in the pure whiteness, Gu Yi stood opposite him, with a goose-yellow robe and pure skin, standing there beautifully and gracefully.

"Why did you do this?" He Shenyan said calmly, his voice so calm that he couldn't believe it.

"Because the Earth must have a guardian..."

"No, I mean, why are you still in front of me?"

The mage's hands lit up with two scarlet lights, the pure white room fell into darkness in an instant, the red light illuminated his face, no expression, no shake: "...In this case, I will have to kill you. ."