Alerted by the wild scorpion tail mosquito, Chen Zhui immediately withdrew from the meditation state.

He really didn't expect that in this ghost creature where birds do not shit, he would actually meet other magicians!

Chen Zhui's mind was running rapidly. Now the dark magician was obviously walking towards the entrance of this cave. He was probably what the old man called "exiled", that is, the magician who was demoted here by the Borderless Land.

How should I deal with this situation?

Armise and kill him directly? Because those who can be exiled to the Borderless Land must be no good birds!

But Chen Zhui thought again, maybe this person is full of evil, but he has never hurt himself. Chen Zhui felt that there was no need to kill him.

Then he quietly left the cave and gave it up? Chen Zhui didn't want to give up this hiding place.

After thinking about it, Chen Zhui decided to respond to changes in the same way as he remained unchanged, and let’s take a look at the situation first.

At this moment, the necromancer had already walked into the cave.

The reason why Chen Zhui was sure that the visitor was the necromancer was because he was holding a deceased staff in his hand, which was the auxiliary magic weapon for the necromancers to control the undead.

The man was stunned when he saw someone in the cave. He then bowed to Chen Zhui and said slowly: "Hello, dear Your Excellency, you are both a man from the world. If possible, can I allow me to rest here for a while?"

Immediately, before Chen Zhui answered, the man sincerely added: "I have searched for it, there is no other cave within a radius of a hundred miles!"

Chen Zhui looked at him carefully while listening to someone's words.

I saw that the man was thin, with curly yellow hair, pale face, deep facial features, and a pair of blue eyes slightly dull. When he stood, he seemed to be supporting his body with the Spirit-Devouring Staff in his hand.

Moreover, his breath was very weak at this moment, and he must have been seriously injured.

"No." Chen Zhui replied lightly.

The man was stunned when he heard this, as if he didn't expect Chen Zhui's rejection so simply that he didn't even want to find an excuse for excuse.

He didn't know how to follow up for a moment, so he could only look at Chen Zhui with a begging look on his face.

"Unless you lend me the undead staff in your hand!" Chen Zhui said happily.

The man's face was suddenly full of darkness and kept muttering in his heart: Please, brother, can you not breathe heavily when you speak!

"Of course." He breathed a sigh of relief and handed the undead staff in his hand to Chen Zhui.

Chen Zhui reached out to take it, always keeping a safe distance from him.

I saw that the undead staff was about two meters long, and the deep purple staff handle was engraved with complex runes. At the top of the staff was a skull of a monster, and a dark magic core was embedded on the forehead of the skull.

Chen Zhui weighed the staff in his hand, which was quite heavy. The handle seemed to be made of some kind of sunken wood and was of high quality.

"Your undead staff is very good!" Chen Zhui praised, "Let me guess it should be made of expensive black paulownia wood!"

The man looked at Chen Zhui playing with his undead staff indifferently and replied casually: "Well, yes, good black paulownia trees are rare these days!"

"I'll give it back to you." Chen Zhui handed back the staff.

The man took it casually, with a look of gratitude: "Thank you for your kindness, my name is Kuwait."

"You're welcome," Chen Zhui returned the reward with a smile, "My name is Xia Zhengyang, please give me some advice!"

"Xia Zhengyang, what a good name!"

Kuwait exclaimed: "If you don't mind, I want to make some hot soup to restore magic, because I was seriously injured by a dead soul."

"Please," Chen Zhui said, then he found a position against the wall to sit down, and began to close his eyes and rest.

Kuwait slowly squatted down on the spot, with a look of pain on his face, as if such movements had touched his deep mouth.

He placed the staff of the undead in his hand on the ground, then placed the stones on the ground into a simple stove, then took out an iron pot from the space ring and placed it on the stove.

"Brother Xia Zhengyang, take the initiative to ask," Kuwait said while taking out jerky and tamsui from the space ring, "Are you exiled here too?"

"Well, yes." Chen Zhui said without thinking, "You can tell from my virtue now that I have been in this ghost place for several days!"

"Yes, the ghost creature is simply a nightmare!"

Kuwait echoed with deep emotion: "Even if you are not tortured to death by the environment here, you will be eaten by the strange creatures here!"

"Speaking of this," Chen Zhui asked curiously, "What kind of elemental environment have you experienced?"

"Well, let me count it," Kuwait pondered a little, "because I have been exiled here for a month, I have experienced a lot of elemental environments, including fire, water, wood... It seems that I have experienced it all!"

Chen Zhui nodded after hearing this and thought to himself: It seems that the wood environment will appear sooner or later.

He put the fresh water and jerky meat into the pot and continued, "Damn it, I almost forgot. I have to go outside to pick up some dry firewood!"

As he said that, Kuwait stood up tremblingly and slowly walked out of the hole.

Chen Zhui watched Kuwait leave the cave, looked at the staff of the undead on the ground, and glanced at the jerky meat in the pot.

I was shocked to find that there was no jerky meat there, it was clearly a ball of dark rotten meat!

At this moment, the ball of rotten meat was quickly dissolved in an unknown transparent liquid, and a light gray gas slowly emerged from the pot and spread into the air in the hole!

Poisonous smoke!

Chen Zhui hurriedly held his breath, ran towards the hole.

But after he ran a few steps, he felt weak all over and his muscles were sore, and then he fell to the ground with a "thump".

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A rude laughter came in from the entrance of the cave, and Kuwait, wrapped in a magic robe, appeared in Shen Zhui's vision.

"It's useless for you to hold your breath. This poisonous smoke is used to anesthetize the human muscles through the skin!"

Chen Zhui's face became very ugly when he heard this. He glanced at Kuwait without answering.

Since the poisonous smoke from this anesthesia will only immerse the muscle tissue of the human body, but will not affect the mind and language of people, he is very clear at this moment.

Teyu kicked Chen Zhui with pride, then pulled out the rotten meat from the pot, wrapped it back into the space ring.

First, this poisonous smoke is very expensive, and secondly, he doesn't want to numb himself.

Then, Kuwait stepped on his feet on Shen Zhui's chest, and the expression on his face gradually became ferocious: "Stupid brat, I will teach you the last truth now, and beware of others!"
Chapter completed!