Doomsday Mage Summons the Undead.

Chapter 148 Qi Lin's Choice and the High Priest's Sigh

The old nine was engulfed in Yin Qi, roaring excitedly and rushed towards the high priest.

After a plop.

The high priest fell to the ground.

On the top of Shushan Mountain, there is silence.

The scepter of the high priest rolled down at Qi Lin's feet.

The latter just glanced at it, and then looked at the high priest.

A few seconds later, on the edge of the viewing platform, the high priest who came out of the nightmare world opened his eyes and didn't get up from the ground immediately.

Instead, he raised his head slightly, and glanced fearfully at the young man sitting on the copper bone shield and watching him quietly.

In the nightmare world just now, the ghost nine taught him a lesson.

As for what class?

The high priest swore that he never wanted to experience such a dream again in his life.

He didn't know what happened to the dream just now.

Why did I suddenly faint, and then travel to a world where pain and other perceptions exist?
The high priest doesn't know anything, he only knows that the skeleton god has been staring at him.

As the bitter cold wind blew, the high priest's mind, which was filled with fear and nightmares, seemed to resume functioning.

He shook his head violently, then quickly got up from the ground.

Immediately afterwards, his legs softened, and he knelt down on the ground again with a common sound.

"Hallmaster!"

"I thought you were there."

The high priest felt as if he was going to be approved at the moment, and he, who was stuck in the information cocoon, realized that Fan Zhong was right.

This young man is not the skeleton man's pony!
This extremely young-looking person is the Skeleton Man!

And, Skeletons aren't just skeletons.

He also has the weird ability to make people fall to the ground and convulse in the cold wind!
And, the dream just now, maybe
The high priest was slapping the ground with his hands and crying.

But it was stopped by Qi Lin raising his hand.

It was not the high priest himself who took the initiative to stop it, but
The high priest only felt a chill rushing from his tailbone straight to the top of the heavenly spirit cap!

The biting cold not only froze his physical body, but even his soul began to become chaotic and bloated.
As Qi Lin raised his hand slightly, the coldness disappeared.

The high priest at this moment already understood that the young man in front of him didn't seem to like the affectation of that kind of scene.

The high priest immediately changed his mind and looked at Qi Lin with a solemn face. Although he didn't stand up, he still kept his kneeling posture.

But there was a sacred dignity on his face.

"Hallmaster, I am absolutely loyal to you!"

Qi Lin looked at him silently. According to Lao Jiu's report, this scumbag is a person who is very knowledgeable about current affairs.

He quickly vomited out about the black straight Tang Hengdao.

According to the previous ghost report, the ghosts learned that a person holding a black straight Tang Hengdao appeared here from the chats among the high-level officials of the Palace of Death.

But they didn't know the specific names, the only information they knew was that they were accompanying a young man from Beicheng.

coincidentally.

As early as a month ago, the team of undead ambushed at the site where Zhen Haoren was attacked reported that there was a man wearing black clothes with his face hidden, trying to get close to the site where the armored convoy was attacked.

Later, the ghost was about to restrain the opponent, but for some reason, a prop that should be a warning jade pendant exploded on the opponent's body, and then the person tore a scroll and disappeared.

The only information left was that the man's weapon was a straight black Tang Hengdao.

draw blood.

Zhen Haoren's death.

It seems that all clues point to the owner of the knife.

Qi Lin sent ghosts to Beicheng before, and learned that the major general was indeed affiliated to Beicheng.

Moreover, he is also the speaker of Beicheng, and he is grasped by the military and political power.

This made Qi Lin a bit puzzled, because he didn't understand the base camp in the southeast of the military, how could he let this person be caught by the military and political power?
This is not right at all!

Unless that person disobeyed the order of the southeast base camp, it would be impossible for the military and government to catch him.

But it's not important, Qi Lin just wants to find the owner of the knife.

Then, let him suffer as much as himself, so that it is an apology.

But unfortunately, the other party and Tang Hengdao were still unable to be found.

It was as if the knife had disappeared.

And that major general has been reclusive in a hut, where there are a lot of magical anti-obscure totems, and ghosts can't enter quietly, so they can only wait for the right time.

Now I got the information from the high priest, that person is Zong Heng, who seems to be the confidant of the major general.

In other words, there is no doubt that it belongs to the Beicheng Safety Zone, and it is even possible that the man named Zong Heng is just a knife, and the real murderer is the Major General.
From the current point of view, the southeast safety zone can be temporarily ruled out.

Qi Lin was going to solve the Shushan matter quickly, and rushed to the safe area of ​​Beicheng as soon as possible after getting the spiritual potion.

After all, the demonic siege is imminent, and Qi Lin will never allow the murderer to die in the demonic siege.

He must die by his own hands!
"Everything happens."

Qi Lin stared at the high priest, and a hoarse voice sounded: "Will it be beneficial to me?"

Before the high priest could reply, Qi Lin continued: "In this world, the important thing is not what you did, but more importantly, how you can make others completely believe what you really did."

"I am a person who pays attention to benevolence and righteousness in everything, and is worthy of my heart."

"you say."

Qi Lin leaned forward, put his hands on his legs to support his chin, looked at the high priest with interest, and said, "You use my banner to gain benefits, the military and those surrounding survivors."

"Those people looked back and thought I owed them."

"You said, have you deprived me of my right to reputation?"

"You deprived me of one of my rights, and I will also deprive you of one of my rights."

"That's only fair, isn't it?"

The high priest asked tremblingly, "Hallmaster, what right?"

Qi Lin smiled and said lightly: "Your right to life."

Qi Lin's voice was very understated, but in the ears of the high priest, the voice was as deadly as a biting cold wind.

"Hall Master, I have something that will definitely make the Hall Master feel at ease!"

The high priest was sweating coldly on his back, he quickly stood up and said to Qi Lin, "I'll go get something!"

Seeing that Qi Lin didn't stop him, the high priest walked quickly in the dark and groped towards his exclusive cabin.

Bang!
There was a splash in the darkness.

The ghost reported that the high priest had tripped over a fallen man.

Qi Lin ignored it, and walked to the edge of the viewing platform alone to wait quietly.

Under the brightly lit mountain, there is prosperity.

Sometimes there is the smell of snacks in the wind.

Qi Lin sat quietly on the edge of the viewing platform, gently stroking the cement platform with his palm.

At the beginning of the catastrophe, he was sitting here, smelling the smell of corpses, listening to the roar of the engine, eating instant noodles, trying to think of all the ways to make himself stronger.

At the same time, he restrained the resentment of his tragic death in his previous life.

But now, he finally has the strength to exhale that resentment.

"It's all worth it."

Qi Lin clenched his fist slightly, and his slightly long nails dug into his palm, but he didn't feel the pain.

"Hall Master!"

The high priest shouted excitedly, and rushed towards him holding a scroll that shone with purple awns in his arms.

Qi Lin turned his head and glanced.

[Props]: Trading scroll.

[quality]: purple
Note: It is a rare purple prop, and both parties who use it can sign a certain transaction under the witness of the will of the earth.

Note: Those who break the promise will be punished by grade decline.

"Hallmaster, something like this can make you believe in my loyalty to you!"

The high priest smiled and offered the scroll with both hands. At the same time, he said: "Although the scroll notes say that it is a transaction, the servant's affiliation is also a transaction! You just need to give me anything, my lord. For example, a bag of instant noodles, I agree!"

"I still have a hundred spirit medicines in my room, and the estimated total spirit value is around [-]. I swear, that's all the spirit medicines since the establishment of the Palace of Death. Used it for someone!"

"There are more than 20 pieces of enchanted light armor, and a total of more than 700 gold in various currencies! They are all prepared for you, the old man of the palace!"

"As the heavens bear witness, this is all prepared for you, Hall Master!"

"Hall Master, I really want to be your most loyal servant!"

"The military tried me openly and secretly, and wanted to recruit us, but I refused!"

"Only you are the true god in the Palace of Unforgettable Life!"

"I believe that with your leadership, the Hall of Rebirth will definitely be able to shake the world!"

The high priest kept talking, and his words were full of enthusiasm and expectation.

Feeling Qi Lin gently pick up the scroll in his hand, the high priest was ecstatic: It's done!

Although the word servant is not very nice, it is a bit like a slave.

However, as long as he doesn't say it, as long as the palace master doesn't say it, that servant can also be equal to the only spokesperson of the genuine skeleton man! '

The high priest has determined that Qi Lin will definitely climb a farther mountain.

This also means that Qi Lin will not care too much about worldly chores.

As the old saying goes, there are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are kings!

At that time, he was truly under one person and above ten thousand people!

Never worry about being told that he is a fake!
More importantly, the high priest thought of what he said when he first met Qi Lin.

This is a principled thigh!
Don't worry about the other party's wanton massacre and oppression by relying on their strength!
In the last days, the most valuable thing is not friendship, but the other party's willingness to reason with you,

The other party has its own principles and standards.

All of this is present in this young man.

As long as he can get on Qi Lin's boat, he and the Palace of Past Rebirth will have a long way to go in the future!

Everything seems so beautiful.

Especially when the high priest heard the sound of tearing the scroll and shattering, he raised his head with a smile on his face: "Hall Master, I am willing to be your most loyal servant."

Qi Lin casually threw the damaged scroll on the ground: "It's just a level penalty, what's the use?"

"Uh..." the high priest CPU was burned by Qi Lin on the spot.

He looked at the scroll on the ground that had lost its usefulness and became dim. He was stunned on the spot.

The high priest had envisioned many situations when he took the scroll, but there was never such a situation.

In his confusion, Qi Lin walked slowly towards the hut, and said softly: "I will take those medicines, gold coins and materials, and I will take them as compensation for you using my name."

As the high priest became more and more confused, ten burning corpses holding big shields and axes appeared in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, there were fifty bronze bone warriors and twenty bronze bone archers.

Finally, there are two death archers.

These undead are 15.00% of the total spare undead stored in Qi Lin's dead space.

The original intention is to prevent the enemy from protruding from the face.

But unfortunately, so far, no enemy has successfully rushed to his face.

"These are my investments in you."

Qi Lin's words slowly reached the ears of the bewildered high priest.

"I told you at the beginning of the cataclysm that I don't like to walk with people."

Qi Lin came to the hut. The room has been expanded. In addition to the high priest's bed, there are many cabinets for storing the room.

He skipped the enchanted armor and went straight to the cabinet containing the potions.

The ghosts have already counted, and there are more than 700 mental potions in total.

Four points are required for Darth Vader Summoning, and 25 points for Branding.

In other words, Qi Lin could have an extra hundred-member black warrior guard at any time.

He waved his hand and put those potions and other items into the space ring.

Then he turned his head and looked at the dazed high priest at the door and said: "The happiness of the Palace of Past Rebirth is indeed quite high along the way. You have done a good job. You can continue to use your name, but I won't admit it. I won’t tell others, I don’t recognize the Palace of Past Rebirth.”

"These 82 skeletons are my investment in you in advance. They will be handed over to the leader Fan Zhong. They will absolutely obey Fan Zhong's orders. You can communicate with him and call him if you have anything to do."

"As a price, you must hand over all the spiritual potions you get here to me. As for the rest, you can keep them for development."

"To add, with this force, as long as you don't fight against the military, you can basically go sideways in Nanzhili."

"Spirit potion, if you do well."

Qi Lin glanced at the high priest who was deep in thought and said lightly: "I can increase the number of skeletons for you."

The high priest at the moment didn't know what he was thinking.

But when he realized that Qi Lin wanted to leave, he hurriedly shouted: "Master Dian!"

Qi Lin, who was about to leave, turned to look at him.

The high priest dropped the scepter in his hand and quickly moved a table out of the house.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a box of tea from the bedside table.

"My lord, this is the Wuyi Mountain Dahongpao."

The high priest was like a busy waiter, while talking, he fiddled with the tea set on the table and began to make tea.

This tea is very precious. In the decades before the catastrophe, only 20 grams could fetch more than 20 yuan at auction.

One kilogram is more than 1000 million!
There are only six tea trees of this kind of tea, and it was later included in the World Heritage List, which is already priceless.

The expedition team under the high priest also got a treasured one kilogram from the home of a high-ranking official by chance.

But compared to the various ostentatious introductions made by the leader of the exploration team at that time.

The High Priest is obviously better.

The High Priest has never been willing to drink this tea.

It's not that I'm waiting for such a day, it's just because it's too precious and I can't bear it.

Maybe it's because Qi Lin doesn't understand tea, and if he doesn't know how precious this tea is, he won't understand his heart.

After the high priest made the tea, he respectfully held up the cup and handed it to Qi Lin, and said with a smile, "My lord, this tea can only be treasured with me, and can only be tasted with you!"

When the high priest said, the tone of collection and tasting was accentuated.

Qi Lin naturally heard the implication of the high priest.

Unfortunately, Qi Lin doesn't care how expensive the tea is.

To him, these things are far less important than the average post-workout sip of protein powder.

However, Qi Lin still patiently listened to his hospitality.

Qi Lin glanced at him, and asked lightly, "Is there any more?"

The high priest was stunned for a moment, and then he was ecstatic: "Yes!"

He quickly turned around and entered the room, picked up all the tea, and handed it all to Qi Lin.

Qi Lin waved it into the space ring.

"Do it well."

Qi Lin took a deep look at him, put the tea on the table, turned and left.

"Wait a minute, I'll get you some vegetables, remember to appease your people."

Qi Lin waved his hands and went down the mountain.

The high priest stood blankly by the cooling tea table without saying a word.

time flies.

The sky is gradually revealing fish belly white.

Fan Zhong staggered up the mountain, and saw the high priest sitting at the table at a glance.

On the ground of the mountaintop platform, some people who fell down can be seen everywhere.

Unless these people are supplemented with spiritual potions, they will not recover naturally in two or three days, and they will not wake up.

Fan Zhong came to the table and sat down, glanced at the nearly one hundred undead,

Then he took a sip of the untouched ice cold tea on the table and drank it in one gulp.

Fan Zhong wiped his mouth, and said to the high priest, "You are lucky, it seems that you have not been liquidated."

He turned his head to look at the undead, and said with a smile: "When I woke up, the magic swordsman told me that there was a force on the mountain for me to dispatch, and he left after speaking."

"It seems that you have been recognized by the palace master. From now on, you don't have to worry about it, and it's justified."

Fan Zhong said, feeling a little puzzled.

Because the High Priest is still in deep thought,

He didn't seem too happy, but was thinking about something.

"High Priest?"

Fan Zhong shook his arm.

"Oh!" The high priest turned his head to look at Fan Zhong as if he had just come back to his senses, and the focus in his eyes slowly solidified.

The high priest simply said Qi Lin's words to Fan Zhong.

Fan Zhong also seemed a little confused and worried after listening.

However, the high priest stood up and said with a smile, "Although he doesn't want to go to the Hall of Rebirth, he doesn't recognize himself as the Lord of the Hall."

"However, between the cycle of life and death, the palace of reincarnation."

"We still have to call him the Lord of the Hall, and in the future, the ideological education of believers must be strengthened."

"The Hall of Rebirth without the skeleton man will be annexed by other forces sooner or later. You and I know this very well."

The high priest looked at the silent Fan Zhong and said with a smile: "We have already got his nod, which means the Hall of Rebirth"

The high priest opened his arms wide, and said with a surge of emotion: "Praise the Lord! The future can be expected!"

Seeing the high priest's confident appearance, Fan Zhong also got up and nodded and said: "Praise the lord, you can just think about these things. My brain is not working well, and there is something strange at the bottom of the mountain. I will go there as soon as possible to frighten those who have strange thoughts. Those who want to disrupt order."

Hearing the words, the high priest seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and then said solemnly to Fan Zhong: "In the future, those who commit crimes will be punished more severely!"

Although Fan Zhong was puzzled, he nodded: "This is a good thing. It saves some people from acting recklessly and not treating others as human beings."

"By the way, just now the people from the Department of Agricultural Sciences said that all the vegetables from the experimental field were stolen. I think it should be the master of the palace."

The high priest waved his hand: "Go back and draw a separate plot of land and tell the director of the Department of Agricultural Sciences that a batch of vegetables should be promoted every day, and a sign should be set up. Fresh vegetables every day, if they are not lost that day, they will be regenerated. "

"There is also the issue of the collection of spiritual potions. I will make a charter for you later to ensure that in the future development, the people below can voluntarily hand in the spiritual potions."

The two chatted for a while, and then Fan Zhong turned his head and went down the mountain.

And those undead also followed Fan Zhong in a neat queue.

The high priest looked at the backs of the undead and Fan Zhong with complicated eyes.

He came to the edge of the viewing platform, feeling the bitter cold wind: "Why don't you want those equipment?"

"I don't like it? But there are so many skeletons, is it better than nothing?!"

"Is it specially left for the Palace of Death?"

"I am a person who pays attention to benevolence and righteousness in everything, and is worthy of my heart."

"In other words, if you turn your face in the future, can you be ruthless?"

"And the command of those mighty skeletons."

"He doesn't know that Fan Zhong has no brains and can only do things. Fan Zhong will listen to me, isn't it the same if he just gives it to me?"

"Or, warning? Or..."

"I, am I not as good as Fan Zhong?"

"Am I not even qualified to be a servant, or do I not want to?"

"Don't you like to walk with people, don't you have high hopes for people?"

The high priest had complicated eyes, and stretched out his hand to touch the place where Qi Lin used to sit.

Along the way, he can stretch and bend, and he always knows when and how to react.

Apart from sometimes worrying too much alone in private and failing to correct his mentality, he has never lost his temper.

This person who has been wooed by the military several times has mixed feelings in his heart.

It finally turned into a sigh.

"Hey"

(End of this chapter)