"One of the five high priests of the old witch sect? The power of the Dead Word?"

Tisara sat on the sofa, her big black eyes flashing brightly.

She sipped a sip of black tea, and then licked the cherry pink lips as if she was savoring the taste of black tea: "After half of the pocket money, I will tell you the specific power of Deyu when I return it."

Simon's eyes narrowed slightly, his tone remained unchanged:

"Are you taking advantage of the situation?"

"Just take advantage of the situation to rob." Tisara's face remained unchanged, and her pretty face with magical charm was taken for granted.

"Do you know what the consequences would be for the two of us if Huiyue was really captured by Death Yu?"

Simon pointed at the cane with his finger, and his voice said without any change.

"It's just that I didn't get the Thousand-Faced Demon Tool, and then you were eaten by me, I was discovered by the Four Pillar Gods, and I was forced to fall into a permanent sleep."

Tisara curled her lips: "But the days without pocket money are much harder than permanent sleep."

She seemed fearless, but in fact Simon knew that if he insisted on not giving Tisara pocket money, the other party would actually tell her the power of "dead words".

As for Tisara's look so angry now... it's just that Simon didn't listen to her attempt to keep her last time and left on her own. So she was furious here.

Seeing her now, Simon was actually a little confused.

In the long-standing legend, the Eternal Night Witch is king of the Ivy continent for more than a hundred years. Even if the power of the four pillars of gods is gathered, it cannot be completely killed. It can only set up a seal and set up a meeting of evil stars. Every ten years, it will monitor the Ivy continent through evil stars to check the active traces of the witches in the continent.

But who would have thought that even the Four Pillar Gods would treat them tremblely, but they turned against each other for just a few gold coins.

Money can make the devil push the mill.

The natural disaster Red Star will never deceive me.

"One quarter, I will give you one quarter of your pocket money at most."

Simon stretched out a gesture expressionlessly.

"Not talking about divalent?" Tisara's face moved, and she wanted to continue climbing up the pole.

"Not talking about divalent." Simon simply interrupted Tisara's unrealistic thoughts.

"Transaction!" Tisara put down the black tea cup, looking hurried, as if she was afraid that Simon would regret it.

“…” Simon.

What kind of person did the old Witch Cult believe in?

He shook his head and stretched out his hand, indicating that Tisara could start explaining what needs to be paid attention to about the power of "dead words".

"In fact, Simon, you don't have to worry about the so-called powers."

Tisara's voice is steady:

"It's not so much that it's my guardian... it's better to say that the powers that the five high priests of the witch now have... are just a little bit of abilities that I have leaked out when I was sealed."

Tisara stood up, walked behind Simon, hugged him hard, and a soft voice came out:

"I have never given anyone to protect me except the Night Watcher. As for the five high priests of the old witch sect... they were just those who felt the gospel when I was sealed."

"In fact, with your little ability, you can already conquer cities and villages."

Simon said with his head turned around and said.

"Of course."

Tisara did not show any surprise: "Although it is just an insignificant ability to me, it is also the ability held by the Eternal Night Witch."

Yes, the witch's ability...that is a ability that is enough to reverse the laws of nature and is called a taboo.

Just having the ability of a witch is a serious crime and sentenced to death.

But from the side, this is enough to show the witch's ability to be powerful.

"I probably think the 'death words' you said are the branch of my ability when I die."

Tisara stretched out her white fingers:

"The power of speaking is to blaspheme the dead and play with the soul... To be honest, because this ability is so disgusting, I have never used it at all."

"Oh?" Simon became a little interested, and he looked at Tisara behind him.

This is Tisara's own power, but it makes her feel very disgusting...?

It seems that "Death Word" is not simply the ability to use the dead body to summon two skeletons.

Under Simon's gaze, Tisara thought for a moment:

"Generally speaking, the spell that plays with the dead's corpse is nothing more than to move the dead's corpse again. But the power of deceased speaks is different."

"A person who has died will truly come back to life under the influence of the power of deceased speech."

Tisara clings to the pronunciation of the word "live":

"Being able to eat, have memories of life, and feel joy, anger, sorrow and happiness is on the surface, no different from the 'living person'. The only difference is that they are controlled by the power of the dead speech."

"That is to say, the dead body with memories of his life, right?" Simon understood what Tisara meant and frowned.

He probably understood what Tisara meant.

The dead bodies with memories of life, and similarly, these corpses also possess the martial arts they knew during their lifetime...

But the one that is really tricky is not that.

What is really difficult is the concealment of these dead bodies controlled by the power of "dead words".

As Tisara said, because of her memory, emotions, and martial arts from her life, no one can find their abnormalities even if they are hidden in the crowd.

Think about it.

A husband who sleeps in bed with you every day with a smile, his wife is just a manipulated corpse.

The comrades who fought side by side with you, who were not abnormal on the surface, were actually dead long ago.

The most important thing is-

"Will the people killed by these dead people become dead bodies of the same type?"

Simon asked a question.

It would be terrifying if these dead people killed others and could turn them into their own "same kind".

An army, as long as one or two dead bodies are mixed in, can quietly transform a whole army into its own kind.

You usually joke with them, but at critical moments, they will kill you without hesitation.

Think about it... a whole well-trained legion riot... how terrifying was it?

"People who are killed by the dead corpses will also be transformed into the same type as them."

"It's already a bad thing to play with the living body, and you have to play with the soul after crossing that line... That's why I say this power is really disgusting."

Tisara's slender eyebrows frowned.

Compared to her overly simple thoughts, Simon next to her took a deep breath.

Things have become particularly tricky.

"Send the Gray Moon Legion to deal with it... No. If you are mixed into the Legion by dead bodies..."

Simon's palm rubbed his cane.

In fact, maybe there are now manipulated dead bodies that have been mixed into the Gray Moon Fortress.

They hide in the dark and constantly turn the gray moon's leadership into the same kind...

Soul...physical...the power of speech...

Simon pinched his cane firmly, and his eyes couldn't help but shine:

If the immortal natural disaster Red Star was allowed to deal with these dead bodies... what would happen?

I will use this incident to issue a legion mission...

Players can also be organized to enter the fourth legion that is being built.

If these ideas can be achieved...

"The arrival of the witch's old priest is not only not a disaster...but also..."
Chapter completed!