It will take a few more days before Ziyang and others will rest on the holiday, and then we will talk about borrowing books.

When they returned to their residence, the two maids took care of Pu Hongyu so easily. As long as they bought some wine and washed clothes, there was nothing else. As the owner, it was really strange that he rarely saw him having to eat. On the contrary, the owner's monster wine insect had an amazing appetite and the speed of eating could be described as wind and remnants of clouds. Pu Hongyu himself didn't know why he had other food needs in this world except wine.

The wineworms have been eating in the past few days, and they have only been able to get better today. It may be because they consumed too much some time ago and did not receive timely replenishment. So they have been eating hard these days and then going to bed.

When Pu Hongyu came back, he encountered a wine worm and wanted to go out. After talking to each other for a long time, he still couldn't figure out what the wine worm wanted to do, so he could let it go.

The wineworm went out, but fortunately, the wineworm ran away at a whirlwind speed without a shadow.

Pu Hongyu searched again with his divine mind but still couldn't find where the clothes were. It might be because the distance was too far. Until now, his divine mind search range is only more than twenty miles away, and he didn't have much hope to get the clothes back from the skeleton.

At night, Pu Hongyu entered into meditation again.

The same thing came again, but this time two balls of black smoke emerged outside Pu Hongyu's door. Didn't this guy say he wouldn't come today? He couldn't wait. Today, this guy just received the news that the God of the Dead is about to come, and all the undead mages must go to greet him. The God of the Dead will personally choose a spokesperson for this arrival.

This is really a great event in the undead world.

The God of Dead has not arrived in the human world for a long time. The last time the spokesperson of God was killed in a battle with the Holy Court. It has been more than two hundred years since now, and the God of Dead has never arrived again. The spokesperson of God has also been vacant for more than two hundred years.

It is supreme honor to be the spokesperson of the God of Dead, but you also need to have strength to be attracted by the God of Dead. If the undead mage is a mage, it is impossible for the undead mage to have a strong body, let alone the undead mage with the most fragile body among the mages. If they have a top-level defensive magic weapon, the power of a necromancer will make all other mages afraid to talk about it. Because the undead mage is also synonymous with evil, they ignore the power of life, they advocate death and evil.

So this necromancer must not come again tonight and be determined to get the treasure robes.

Pu Hongyu was ready this time. When the two skeletons took away all their clothes and entered the black smoke again, Pu Hongyu also shot into the black smoke quickly.

I felt that it was pitch black all around, there was no sound, just a passage.

The skeleton in front was about to walk out of the exit. Pu Hongyu quickly followed and passed through the exit almost at the same time and came to a cemetery.

It was the last time there. Those steps were still on the ground and never moved.

Pu Hongyu's appearance surprised the undead mage and quickly directed the skeletons to fight. However, Pu Hongyu had already found the clothes in the rag, and he bent down to take them to his hands.

The weapons of the two skeletons were just bone spurs of unknown animals. The sharp sound of bone spurs broke out was heard, and of course Pu Hongyu was not injured at all.

Then Pu Hongyu made two punches, which was too indifferent. One punch, and the two skeletons became broken bones.

The Necromancer was still chanting the spell, but he had to stop because Pu Hongyu's sword was stopping at his throat.

"Say. Why do you want to steal my blankets?"

He was also surprised and began to think that the skeleton was here to steal the treasure robe. But they all stole it, why did they still come? Are there too many skeletons without clothes?

Unexpectedly, these two skeletons were sent by this guy who was as zombie-like as he was.

The undead mage did not expect to be chased by Pu Hongyu. Now he wants to use any spell and believe that before he finishes reciting the sword, the sword will pass through his throat without hesitation.

Ru Ye Mei said in his voice: "I want the defensive clothes on you. Now that you have found me, we might as well do a deal first. As long as you sell that clothes to me, you will tell me your request."

Pu Hongyu looked at the clothes he held in his hand and said strangely: "Didn't you steal all of them? Why do you still come?"

This time, the necromancer said in disbelief: "I stole something, it's impossible. The stolen things yesterday were all piles of waste, and it was useless at all. I cut every piece with a knife."

Pu Hongyu looked at the clothes in his hand intact: "You have also scratched this piece? Why are there no trace?"

The undead mage suddenly jumped up, completely ignoring the sword still on his neck, snatched the clothes from Pu Hongyu's hand and looked at them repeatedly. He looked a little dull. He had just seen the clothes that Pu Hongyu picked up from the pile of rags with his own eyes: "Impossible, impossible, I obviously scratched each piece several times, why is there another good one here? Impossible, Oh my God, am I really not interested in God? Why did I miss this clothes?" Until now, he really thinks that he missed it.

Pu Hongyu ignored his grief and took back his clothes from him.

The mage lifted the coat and said to Pu Hongyu: "Tell me, what do you want to give me this coat?"

Pu Hongyu looked at him: "You are the necromancer, right? But seeing how weak the two skeletons you commanded, it seems that you are just a small person. What treasure can you give to exchange with me?"

The mage was so angry that he was so angry that he said to the little man.

"What? I am a little man? I am a genius undead mage, but I'm just stealing clothes. Do you think it's a war. Did I send a bone dragon or even a dark dragon to your house to steal clothes? I have many treasures. A sword like you is definitely a good choice. I have the last Son of Light's Light Sword, which was the holy weapon of the Holy Court more than two hundred years ago. I didn't expect that the holy weapon they had been looking for for hundreds of years was in the hands of our undead mage."

"What, don't want it,

There is the complete book of the forbidden curse of your Holy Court. Oh my God, if his master knows this transaction, he will definitely chase me forever. How about it?"

"You are a liar, how could you have so many treasures in the Holy Court?" said.

"What, you said I am a liar, the genius Undead Master Field, how could I be a liar? The Undead Master has dignity?" the man said angrily.

"Then why do you want to be a thief? It's still dignified." His eyes were so bulging that they were about to protrude.

Field "I, I" didn't say a complete sentence after a long time.

"That was passed to me by my old ghost master. He is the greatest necromancer in this world. But he went back to the side of the Undead God. They were all damn holy courts, the Son of Light. In that battle more than two hundred years ago, my master was injured under the bastard's Holy Sword of Light, but he lost the Holy Sword of Light passed to him by the God of Light and the complete book of spells. Haha, who is my master? Although he is not the spokesperson of the Undead God, he is the greatest necromancer who is the ten people closest to God.

Zi is no match for my master at all, but that despicable guy actually hid two angels. The three of them beat my master to a serious injury. Humph, if it weren't for that, my master would have been alive. How could it be my turn to steal your clothes? The old ghost walked too fast. He had been recuperating after that war, but the damage of the Holy Sword of Light was the divine power of the God of Light. It was not so easy to remove. More than 170 years have passed, and he finally couldn't hold on. However, he sent me out for training during that period, but he didn't even see it at all."

It seems that this necromancer hasn't spoken to anyone for a long time, and he talks endlessly, crying.

Pu Hongyu saw his sad eyes that he missed his master. Although he kept calling Lao Gui, his gritting teeth and his indescribable ugly appearance. But Pu Hongyu seemed to admire him a little.

Perhaps it was because he subconsciously respected his teacher and respected the truth that Pu Hongyu could not say anything about this guy who stole clothes.

"And what does this have to do with your stealing clothes?"

The man touched the tears on his face: "Why doesn't it matter? Our necromancers are the thinnest. If you have the clothes, you will have a warrior. If you are not stronger than a warrior, what else can we necromancers be afraid of?"

"That day I saw the duel between you and Mu Fantian, and your clothes were defenseless, so he could definitely withstand that Mu Fantian's attack. He could not hurt you at all, so I had seen it a long time ago. So from that time on, I began to pay attention to where you were going and decided to get this dress, but why, why, I didn't know it even if I got it in my hand?" This man was still regretting his blindness.

"Not all, what else is there to say?"

"No more. That's it. If other necromancers discover your clothes, I think they will be the same as me, either buying or stealing. Either stealing or robbing. If you don't sell them to me, I will tell you everything about your clothes, and then you will face endless trouble in the future. Humph, don't think that you are afraid of you by pointing your sword at me now." The man said.

Pu Hongyu smiled: "I'm not afraid of trouble. You may have made a mistake in this, and I'm not afraid of you undead mages, I'm not a warrior, nor is I from the Holy Court."

This confused the Necromancer: "Who are you? It's impossible. Who else can be a young master like you besides the Holy Court? Who can still have such precious clothes?"

"I can't tell you either. You may know in the future, but it's not now. Anyway, it's not ordinary people. You've seen it. My clothes are not simple, and my body is not simple. If you don't wear anything, can't your two skeletons cause any harm to me?"

The undead mage looked at Pu Hongyu in surprise: "Are you, you are a dark creature like us? Are you a demon? Only demons have such a terrifying body as you?"

Pu Hongyu didn't know, but as he saw from the book now, his body is really closest to the demon. Is he really a demon?

Pu Hongyu shook his head.

"Not a demon, then what are you?" asked the great wizard.

Pu Hongyu said angrily: "You are a thing, a ghost."

The man was scolded a little embarrassed: "I didn't mean that, I just said what type of you are, oh no, no, not what type of you, what kind of creature, no, no, I said it wrong again, who are you?"

Pu Hongyu was so angry that he wanted to kill him with one push of the sword.

Pu Hongyu held the sword a little lonely: "I don't know who I am. The man told me that I can only recover my memory after I succeed in practicing Dafa. But now one of me has only reached the second level, and the other has not even practiced the first level well. How long will it take to wait?"

"What, what great magic? Are you so awesome in the second layer? How many layers are there?" The undead asked in surprise?

"I don't know, all I can see are seventeen layers, and the ones on them are sealed. You will not be able to see them after practicing there."

The chin of the undead master was about to fall off: "What did you say, the seventeenth floor? The ground above was sealed. What did you practice? The second floor is so powerful. Who is your master? No, you won't be..."

The undead covered his mouth and looked around before carefully saying, "Your master is not a god, right? Only God has such a mysterious technique. Can you lend it to me?"

Pu Hongyu said: "This is directly printed in my mind and I can't take it out, but I can write the name to you, don't know if you know it." His origin.

Pu Hongyu wrote the name of Daluo's divine thoughts and the Great Chaos Celestial Sutra in the words of Shui Lanxing.

The necromancer looked at it and said, "I don't know you, I've never seen such a font. I can't help you. I can write it down and ask you for help in the future."

Pu Hongyu was a little disappointed. No one knew anything, so what else could he say?

Now Pu Hong

It had been put down from this guy's neck, but the necromancer did not take the opportunity to sneak attack.

The undead didn't give up: "No more, let's talk about your clothes, I really need them. Think about what you need?"

Pu Hongyu said, "I really don't want anything. If you really need it, I can lend it to you. I know you didn't tell the truth, but you have to return it to me after you finish it. Let me tell you another secret. This clothes are useless except for me to steal them. I have the only way to wear them haha." In fact, when he saw the appearance of this undead mage, he thought that he could not miss this piece of clothing. There were only two or three pieces of white ones that could be missed. Could it be that this clothes can only be worn by himself? He is quietly exerting force on his hands, but the clothes are good and he can't move them at all.

This undead doesn't believe it.

Pu Hongyu took the clothes in his hand, and then used the sword once, and the sword was bent, but the clothes were fine. Then he handed the clothes to the undead's hands and asked him to give it a try on his own.

Sure enough, the undead took out an ordinary knife and broke it as soon as it was cut: "What, why is this happening?" But soon he found that the thorn in his clothes was closing.

Is it really only his master able to wear it? Or is it a treasure that can recognize people? This is at least a high-level treasure.

Pu Hongyu actually doesn't know why.

The undead mage was like a leaky ball, suddenly becoming lonely. He sighed long and said, "Maybe I will kill you and let this baby regain blood. But I am afraid of your master. It seems that your identity must not be simple. This is because I don't have that good life and cannot become the spokesperson of God. Although I am a great mage, there are so many old things. I am just a medium-sized character. Don't fantasize, and I want to avenge the old ghost. Woo woo..."

As he spoke, the undead mage sat on the ground and started crying again.

Hey buddy, why do men cry?

Really, Pu Hongyu can't get up after pulling him.

"Don't be so disappointed. Maybe I can help you, why are you crying?" said.

"How do you help? What can you help? This is my own business." The undead mage said.

"Maybe I'll meet that person that day, can you ask for another piece of clothing for you?" Pu Hongyu couldn't say how to help him.

"Oh, forget it, I'm very grateful for your kindness. I'm leaving. By the way, if you encounter a necromancer in the future, you can report my name Field. Maybe it can save you a lot of trouble. Okay, I'll leave. Goodbye. If you don't die this time, there will be a chance to meet again. If you really want such a piece of clothing, you can also find me." After that, Field gave Pu Hongyu a dark thing. He said that he would know it when he was crushed and would come to him.

Field was about to leave and turned around and said, "By the way. I really don't know if I can see you alive when I go back this time, for that dress. I will pay the deposit first. This is the Holy Sword of Light for you. However, my master sealed its holy light. Now it is just a sharp sword, but it is better than the rag in your hand. I don't have the energy to untie the seal on it now, but remember that you can't use this sword to deal with any undead mage, otherwise I will not let you go."

Field finally left a cross sword that was only two feet long and had no glory. Then a ball of black smoke rose and walked in and disappeared.

Pu Hongyu was holding this Holy Sword of Light, and he really didn't know what to say.

Where is this? How can I go back? Damn Field ran so fast and didn't say anything.

Pu Hongyu ran all night and was not looking for the right path the next morning. Finally, he met a group of people and asked me and found out that the grave was a bit hiking from the imperial capital last night. The teleportation of the Undead Master was really far away. His direction was just a little off the night. Now he is only fifty miles away from the imperial capital.

When I returned to my residence, it was almost half a morning. After taking a shower, Pu Hongyu threw the Holy Sword of Light. It was not that the sword was bad, but it was too short and not very useful. It was not that it was good to give a petite girl, but it was a bit bad if you held it yourself. If you don’t see the warriors here holding giant swords, they would wish that a sword could make the door panel big, so that they would be satisfied.

The clothes were retrieved, but Field's last words made him feel uncomfortable. This Undead Master was like saying that he was going to do something dangerous, but others wouldn't tell you, forget about your own business and do it yourself.

My Great Chaos Heavenly Sutra, Daluo’s divine thoughts are so slow to practice, and where did the damn wine worms go? They haven’t come back yet?

Pu Hongyu vented in the yard, practiced his fists and feet, and smashed the stone table in the yard, which scared the two maids. He stopped. The two maids looked at the behavior of this abnormality in horror, and didn't know what he was going crazy.

Pu Hongyu was a little embarrassed to see them, and laughed and went back to the house.

He closed the door and hung a notice on it: "Don't disturb the idle people while practicing!"

As soon as he sat on the bed, the door was knocked open with a "bang". When Pu Hongyu saw which guy was so bold, the wine worm came back.

The wine worm swayed around the house proudly, then opened his mouth and spit out ten magic cores. The colorful color was so pure that it looked really beautiful.

This guy also looked like he was full of food and drink. He was all seventh-level magic cores, and the wine insects went to kill all directions again.

The wine worm looked obedient and gave the magic core to himself. Why did he please him? That was not the reason, he wanted to drink wine.

Pu Hongyu called the maid and gave them money to buy a whole truck of good wine. Anyway, there was not much wine at home, and I couldn't drink a truck of wine for a few days, according to the alcohol tolerance and speed of the two people.
Chapter completed!