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The existence of a fishing village in the cemetery is quirky enough. The size of this fishing village is not small. From the village head to the village end, none of the fishermen encountered along the way wore a full dress.

Things gather together and people divide into groups. There is a group of fishermen who don't like clothes on the other side of the sea. They are happy and quiet, they are strong and sensitive, and live freely on the blue sea.

Even if you are in good shape, it should only beautify the environment, but the fat old man like the white flowers in front of it is also showing what is going on. The live eyes are heavily polluted.

Mo Ye didn't squint and looked at the ground at a forty-five degree angle, only when all the passers-by around him were set panels.

Yan An also wears a colorful big **** with big flow, and two hemp rope fishing nets hanging around his waist. Because of the Soul Stone, his appearance is not the same as usual, and his figure looks taller and stronger. Some of them have more masculine temperament than the warm-looking ones in normal days. In short, they are more manly.

Of course, this must be done on the premise of ignoring the expression of the two goods on the face of the goods.

Many shirtless fishermen greeted the fat old man along the way,

"Good morning, village head"

"The village head went to my house for dinner tonight"

"The village chief, I'm going to the deep dive tomorrow to send a person to join me"

From the words of these passers-by, the identity of the fat old man is coming out, the head of this fishing village, the village head.

The fair and mellow old man walked at the front, smiling and waving hello to passers-by, holding a bottle of hip flask in his hand, and the steps under his feet were a little dangling and drunk.

It looks like an ordinary drunk fat old man, but Mo Ye doesn't think so.

The person in front of him, or more precisely, this dead man gives Mo Ye an unfathomable feeling, like the endless sea, even if the surface looks calm and waves, it can not cover the undercurrent surges hidden in the deep ocean, once triggered That is the turbulent energy that can stir up the turbulent waves.

Deep and restrained, the spiritual power is like a mud cow entering the sea, which is the result of Mo Ye's spiritual power, although this is not in conformity with the superficial image.

This does not mean that the opponent's combat power must be sharp, but a kind of dignity. The deep point is called connotation. Tens of thousands of years of long undead life build a strong aura. Even if it is not deliberate, it is also domineering leak detection.

This person must have been a very good character before life.

In a spacious thatched hut on the shore, the fat old man sat and looked at Mo Ye and Yan An, pointing at random, “Find a place to sit, don’t stand.”

The thatched house is simply furnished with a table and a bed, and several chairs.

The fat old man drank a big sip, "You are the good friend that Marco mentioned, you said you little ones have nothing to do to run around where dead people get together, and there is such a big thing wanted on the island, guts It's really not small"

This old man hits the point as soon as he speaks. This sentence is very informative.

Mo Ye looked at Yan An, and the other party was not surprised. Also, since Yan An could safely escape the night watchman under the protection of this fat old man, he naturally knew the identity of Yan An's living person.

Mo Ye consciously put the fat old man into the status of the senior, and always adhered to the good mentality of respecting the old and loving the young.

Yan An sat upright, "Oh, this is mainly because of my bad luck"

The fat old man didn't directly pierce his face. "You are piggybacking." The fat old man's gaze fell on Mo Ye and said unclearly, "The person who took Mattil is you."

This is an affirmative tone rather than an interrogative sentence. Obviously the old man has already determined the facts, and the facts are indeed the case.

Mo Ye was not surprised that the old man could recognize her as a living person, although the dark spiritual power has a certain concealing effect, but the breath of the living person in front of the truly powerful undead creatures is difficult to cover up. Isn't it the same as seeing through Mo Ye at a glance, not to mention the fat old man in front of him who gives Mo Ye an unfathomable feeling?

"He voluntarily wants to go." Mo Ye didn't take the initiative to take Martial, and the two parted ways after leaving Navel. Mo Ye and Martial were at best mutually beneficial.

"That kid is uneasy, even if he is dead." The fat old man is obviously familiar with Matil, and listening to that tone, he is also much higher than Matil in his seniority.

Sure enough, it is an old senior, and I don't know how long it has been since I died.

Mo Ye listened quietly. The village head didn't ask her questions, she didn't say much, and the situation was unclear.

Since this old man can still keep Yan An's stable life under the night watchman's national wanted, it is enough to prove his special status on this island.

"But it doesn't matter, rest assured that I don't discriminate against living people, who hasn't lived once, do you say that?"

Poof~~

Mo Ye was speechless. This was simply a word.

Listening to such a truth, how can it feel so awkward.

Mo Ye raised her eyebrows slightly, hesitated a little, and finally asked, "Village, your memory has not been erased?"

Most of the dead people who lived in the cemetery have been cleared of their memories. They are ignorant, including most night watchers. Matil's memory of his life is also very vague, but the person in front of him gives Mo Ye a different feeling.

He seems to know everything.

The fat old man squinted at Mo Ye and smiled, his belly trembling with a trembling wave, but he didn’t answer positively, “Old man, I’m not too old, I can’t remember what happened in recent years, but what happened a long time ago Some impressions"

Then the words turned, "Since you can get in and out of the cemetery at will, you must have the permission of Lord Orozius, I will not shout and kill you like those stubborn night watchmen, just feel at ease."

The old man knew Orozius.

Mo Ye's eyes were smooth, and his lips were slightly opened, and he was interrupted by the fat old man without asking the exit. "Don't ask me why the city of Neville sinks to the ground, and don't ask where the city residents went, not to mention Ask me who is Lord Orosius, and where I went", I can't answer these questions"

Mo Ye "..."

Your old man has finished speaking, and Mo Ye really has nothing to ask.

Yan An touched the frame that didn't exist. It seemed that he had asked these questions, and they had all been taken by the village chief.

"I have stayed here for too long. I can’t remember how long it was before, and I don’t even know about the outside world. Since Lord Orozius left here ten thousand years ago, there will be no more here. There are living people in and out, and no new islanders are even born"

"Born?"

The fat old man took another sip of wine and said, "Well, every person who has obtained the cemetery access qualification in Navier City will have a new life born in the natal pools on different islands of the cemetery. The soul knows nothing but its own name and the fact that it has died.

Soul purification!

It is a magic array that transforms undead creatures, which can directly transform dead people into undead creatures. This is undead magic that is recognized as one of the ten evil magics by the Guild of Wizards. With the undead magic, the decline of dark magic has long gone. People will know, even in the glorious years, this is the magic circle that Necromancer and Big Lich can only cast.

For the first time in Mo Ye's eyes, there was a clearly surprised look. It was unexpected that Orosius had actually tinkered with such a thing, and it was used to build a cemetery.

Judging from the history of the cemetery's development so far, he seems to have no intention of turning these people into an army of undead. It really is a pure land of undead.

Is it to prove that undead magic is not necessarily evil?

Mo Ye thought about it and thought away.

The fat old man noticed Mo Ye’s apparent distraction, coughed twice to get back his presence, burped, and smiled, “I knew it from the last time you showed up to take Mattier, Master Orozius. The successor of will come sooner or later, I did not expect to wait so long, and the outside world has passed tens of thousands of years."

Mo Ye shook his head, "No, just over ten thousand years"

"Oh, are you here to take Marco away?"

Mo Ye nodded, "Yes"

"Marco has a different constitution, a waste wood, it is better to stay here to accompany my old man to catch fishing nets, drink a little wine, sing a small song, how good it is."

Yan An immediately stood up, with a straight and serious look on his face, "Senior man, this is not possible, but I want to build a man in the first big group of stars"

Yan An told Mo Ye about this old man, "Mo Mo, this village chief is really awesome. He was a doctor during his lifetime, a true senior civilized doctor, do you know, I have found a way to improve my physique"

Yan An's excitement is beyond words.

The fat old man shook his head and smiled, "I didn't say I must help you"

At this time, Mo Ye only realized that she had overlooked one thing. Yan An’s spiritual power did not seem to be suppressed by the cemetery environment, although the level of this product’s spiritual power was ordinary A grade, not high or low. It is strange that he was not suppressed at all, but there was a sign of over-activity, what rhythm was this.

Mo Ye couldn't figure out the real purpose of the fat old man in front of her. She didn't say much. Anyway, if she wanted to take Yan An away, no one could stop it.

So he didn't wait anxiously to see what the fat old man wanted to say.

Mo Ye is not in a hurry, the village head is in a hurry!

Hemingway threw a brick to attract jade for a while, but Mo Mo didn't answer at all. He asked what to answer, and he didn't ask. He didn't say anything. His net was dropped, and the bait was dropped. Mo Yeyou Zai took the bait to eat. However, he bit off the fishing line and didn't know anything about it. He didn't hook it, making him very anxious. Do not play like this.

Than patience, Mo Ye may not be the opponent of the ten-year-old undead, but the key lies in Mo Ye seeking nothing.

Hemingway said that Mo Ye was interested, but it was only interested. If the other party was willing to say that she would be happy to listen to it, if she was not willing to say it, it wouldn’t matter.

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