This mage is a real dog

"Brother Feng, what are your plans in the future?"

On the side, Yu'er looked at Feng Bo chatting.

"I plan to make a name for myself here and then marry you."

Feng Bolian smiled and quickly said this.

Yu'er sat down with a red face, her head lowered, not daring to raise her head, and said: "I still want to leave here. There are killings here every day, and I don't want anything to happen to you."

Feng Bo also directly stretched out his hand, held her hand, and said, "Don't worry, I'm still alive!"

At this moment, Yu'er also felt her heart beating wildly and her body began to tremble.

Seeing that she didn't refuse, Feng Bo immediately put his head over, ready to kiss her.

call out

At this moment, a piece of meat flew over and hit Feng Bo directly on the head.

"What are you doing, kid? You want to take advantage now, right?"

Zhu Jiang also yelled.

Yu'er also blushed with embarrassment and ran away immediately.

"Grandpa misunderstood"

Feng Bo quickly explained.

"If I see you moving your hands or feet again, I will break your legs."

Zhu Jiang warned.

Feng Bo couldn't help but nod, but fortunately he held the girl's hand, which was considered as fulfilling one of his dreams.

As the sky got darker and darker, everyone gathered around the fire to rest.

After Yang Xiaowu came to Zhu Jiang, he took out a bottle of wine, handed it to him, and said, "Old man, come here, take a sip."

After Zhu Jiang took the wine, he said with a smile: "Wine is a good thing! I haven't drank it for a long time."

Yang Xiaowu quickly said: "Then drink more."

Tsk tsk

Zhu Jiang immediately took a sip, clicked his tongue, and said with enjoyment on his face: "What a good wine!"

Yang Xiaowu took the opportunity to ask: "Old man, how many black magicians are there in this city?"

Hearing this, Zhu Jiang smiled and said: "Young man, so this is your purpose! There are at least several hundred black magicians in the city, and you want to get in touch with them!"

Yang Xiaowu followed his words and said: "That's right! Old man, tell me! Who are the more powerful black magicians?"

Zhu Jiang came over and said: "From what I understand, the old boy Qiu Ma in the city is considered a relatively powerful black magician, and he is also somewhat famous in the city."

Then Yang Xiaowu asked for Qiu Ma's address, and immediately rushed over, intending to get to know him.

after an hour

Yang Xiaowu appeared and walked outside a courtyard, which was Qiu Ma's residence.

After observing for a while, he found that there was no light in the room and it was dark, so he immediately went in.

After quietly opening the door and walking into the house, Yang Xiaowu felt a burst of yin air, which made his body tremble and he couldn't help but shiver.

After groping for a while, he came to the inner courtyard, but he was surprised to see many coffins placed in the inner courtyard, which looked a bit intimidating.

"Kakaka, boy, you are so courageous! How dare you come to my place."

At this moment, a burst of hoarse laughter suddenly rang out.

After Yang Xiaowu heard this voice, he felt goosebumps rising. He quickly turned his head and saw an old man with thinning hair appearing behind him. His whole person exuded a sinister aura.

Qiu Ma looked at him and looked him over, and said: "Boy, if you dare to steal from me, you are the only one who has shit like a scorpion."

Yang Xiaowu put his hands on his chest and said, "How do you know I'm here to steal something? Can't I just come here for a stroll?"

Qiu Ma sneered and said: "Who in the city doesn't know who I am! Anyone who dares to come to my place can do nothing but steal things. I don't know that all those who come to me never come back!"

"I don't know! Then let me see it!"

Yang Xiaowu planned to subdue him first and then ask about black magic.

"Okay! I'll let you see how powerful I am."

There was a hint of cunning in Qiu Ma's eyes.

Then he waved his hand and began to draw his hands in front of his chest.

Seeing this scene, Yang Xiaowu showed a puzzled look in his eyes, wondering what on earth he was doing.

click

Suddenly, Yang Xiaowu felt his body was empty, and then he fell down. He couldn't help but cursed in his heart. He thought Qiu Ma would use some tricks, but he didn't expect it to be a trap.

When he came back to his senses, he found that he had been put into an observation.

At the same time, Yang Xiaowu found that he couldn't use magic in the coffin, and his heart couldn't help but thought that this was going to be troublesome.

Then he punched the coffin, and immediately felt a pain in his hand, which made him grimace.

squeak squeak

At this moment, the coffin began to move and then returned to the yard.

Qiu Ma came over, patted the coffin, and said, "Boy, do you think I don't know that you are also a magician? Do you really think that I am a fool, so easy to deceive?"

Yang Xiaoxiao didn't expect that he was quite good at pretending to be stupid, but now he was in trouble. He thought he was here to catch prey, but he didn't expect that he overturned.

Qiu Ma smiled and said: "The reason why I have been able to stay here safely for so many years is naturally because I am careful enough and never fight an unprepared battle. Now that you have entered the Soul Gathering Coffin, don't even think about coming out. Prepare to be beaten by me."

Refining it! Become the nourishment of my black magic!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he put his hand on the coffin, and immediately a large amount of black energy poured out and entered the observation room.

Yang Xiaowu looked at the black inscriptions flashing on the large number of coffins, and his heart couldn't help but feel that he had to explain it here.

"This Soul Gathering Coffin is a great thing! It can maximize people's pain and eliminate the need to do it themselves. It's very convenient!"

Qiu Ma laughed loudly.

Yang Xiaowu punched the coffin one after another, trying to break the coffin and get out, but his hands were dripping with blood and it was still useless.

However, he was very calm at the moment. Knowing that his escape was fruitless, he felt very calm and welcomed his death calmly. Although there were still many unfinished things, he could only accept this result.

"Finally, I've been waiting for a good person. I've been waiting so hard!"

At this moment, an old voice suddenly came from the dark night, as if he had seen through the vicissitudes of the world, but with a hint of helplessness.

"Who's talking?"

Yang Xiaowu was also startled by the sudden sound.

Then the voice rang again: "Haha, boy, this is just a sound-producing magic that I left behind during my lifetime."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaowu became even more confused and said, "How could you leave a magic spell in this coffin?"

The voice rang again: "This is opportunity. It is a great honor to meet me, because I made this Soul Gathering Coffin."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaowu couldn't help but feel happy, and quickly asked: "Then do you have a way to open this coffin?"

"What did you say!"

The old man's voice sounded very confident.