Living peacefully at Hogwarts

You can search for "Search for Novels in Hogwarts Peaceful Life (www.soxs.cc)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!Immortal's palm held the sun empty.

Darkness fell.

The hunting time is here!

"Master, I have found out that the thieves who stole the holy urn are hiding in this town."

Banji with the sharp-mouthed monkey-gill lowered his head, afraid to look at the terrifying face of the ancient evil.

His neck and hands were covered with gold ornaments, and he looked like a nouveau riche.

"Ok."

Immortal's bloodshot eyes showed resentment.

The holy urn is the sacred object of the underworld god Osiris. With the ritual magic of the "Black Sutra of the Dead", the dead can be completely resurrected, and he must take them back one by one!

"let's go."

Putting on a black iron mask, Immortal wrapped in a tattered black robe and walked into the town with Benji.

He looked at the pedestrians passing by in the town, his eyes were extremely cold.

When he rules Egypt with the power of death, he must restore the old order and re-establish slavery!

"Just ahead, Master."

I don't know what kind of evil thoughts the old monsters around him have. Banji, who just wants to make a fortune, honestly returned to the "Leader Party" and brought Immortal to a fairly good hotel.

Immortal goes straight in

As soon as he stepped into the store, he felt the call of "Osiris Holy Urn".

Ah.

God's token, even mortals dare to get involved?

Immortal went upstairs in silence and came to a certain room.

Coincidentally, the owner of this room is the unlucky ghost who had his eyes and tongue taken away.

"sleep?"

After treatment by the occultist, although the man with glasses saved his life, he completely lost his eyesight, and his speech was unclear.He thought it was his companion when he heard someone enter the house.

"Pluto is calling your name."

Imerton took off his mask, revealing his shriveled face.

The weird emphasis made the man in glasses feel that something was wrong, but it was too late at this time, and his hand like a dead tree touched his skin.

The water quickly passed away, and the man in glasses dries out like a dehydrated lemon.

Bangui watched from the sidelines, swallowing nervously and spitting.

Fortunately, he was kneeling fast...

"Well."

After draining the blood from the whole body of the man with glasses, Immortal grew stronger.

Although still a horrible skeleton, he is much more "fresh" than he was before.

"next."

As if he was full, Immortal had a satisfied expression on his face.

With a few more such living sacrifices, he will be able to regain his previous mana, and he won't be so embarrassed when he meets that foreign mage of unknown origin.

"Yes, master."

Banji quickly lowered his head.

"Lead the way party" just "lead the way party", at least not so miserable.

Death is coming.

As the sacred urns were recovered, Immortal's mana became stronger and stronger. When all the members of the American expedition were absorbed by him, except for a few scars on his face, he almost became It's no different from a normal person!

"Praise the underworld."

Immortal thought to himself.

It was the power of death that gave him a new life.

Thousands of years of suffering in the underworld made his faith deep in his soul.

He wants to create death, he wants to create massacre.

he wants......

Please the god of underworld.

In exchange for stronger power!

"The last one left."

All the holy urns have been taken back, and now there is only one thing left...

"Black Book of Undead"!

Somewhere in Egypt, history museum.

"I can't explain everything that happened recently, it's more than I know."

The scholar of the American expedition was talking with the curator who knew him in horror.

"The esoteric group stared at me, and I managed to escape under their noses."

He said, revealing a corner of the cloth bag.

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"hiss!"

The curator who knew the scholar was obviously also knowledgeable and recognized what the book was.

His eyes widened involuntarily, and he took a breath.

"You are crazy!"

The scholar smiled bitterly.

He began to regret the excavation of the remains of the "City of Death"-just after someone on the team was taken away by a monster with his eyes and tongue.

"Can you help me contact a private jet?

This book is a reward. I have been stuck in this desert for some days. I want to go back to America!"

The content of the book has been expanded and printed, and scholars want to take away the original if possible.

But now it seems that if you continue to be greedy, you will die.

He didn't want to die, so he had to give up.

"This......."

The curator hesitated.

This is the "Black Book of Undead", a legendary treasure!

No one is unmoved.

"Well, I will help you ask my friend."

Without much consideration, he agreed.

But at this moment, the sky outside the museum suddenly darkened.

Exudes an unknown breath...

"Ok?"

The scholar and the curator were taken aback.

The solar eclipse has just passed, so why do you do it again?

"Buzzing!"

Numerous insects faintly sounded.

Mr. Scholar and the curator couldn't help but change their faces.

Especially scholars.

He remembered the locusts and scarabs he had seen in the tomb.

"he came!"

The scholar was so scared that he dropped the cloth bag, and regardless of the plane, he ran deep into the museum like the wind.

The curator was puzzled.

"Who is he?

Soon, the curator's question was answered very well.

The black bug broke through the gate of the museum like a tide, and a bald priest in a robe walked in barefoot.

Behind him, followed by a dogleg with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek.

"Black Book of Undead."

Seeing the cloth bag that was dropped on the ground by the scholar, Immortal's pupils shrank.

Feeling the undisguised greedy eyes, the curator quickly grabbed the cloth bag in his hand.

Strictly speaking, this book is already his.

"silly."

Seeing the curator's actions, Benji said with emotion in his heart.

In empathy, if he was facing such a terrifying existence, he would have given the book obediently.

This old man can't be a man.

Sure enough, Immortal was very angry when he saw the curator's actions.

And the price of making him angry...

very serious!

Opening his mouth, countless poisonous insects gushed out, and instantly drowned the greedy curator, leaving him only a pile of bones.

Looking at the pile of bones, Immortal was expressionless, bent over and picked up the "Black Book of Undead".

Finally, he gathered the key to resurrection!

However, before that, there is still one thing he needs to deal with.

"The blasphemer must die."

With a deep gaze through the wall, Immortal easily found the hiding scholar.

His body turned into sand little by little, and he flew into the room inside.

Bangui took a deep breath, not paying attention to the howls in the depths of the museum, but looking at the museum exhibits.

It's good to be with this boss.

Jian is both safe and promising.

No, he is rich again!