As for the poverty of the warlock uncle, all Mingguang people believe that this is not sudden. How should I put it, it is probably a gradual process...
No, it is an ongoing process.
If nothing else, think about it, the accumulation of more than 10,000 wallets that the Warlock Master once lost is already a very astonishing number.
cough...
Moreover, the sorcerer has now found a new way to store wealth.
For example, if you put your own money here with Lin Chou, Bao Erquan Mingguang will buy whatever you need, without any hands on your own.
This ingenious strategy made the warlock more aware of poverty. You must know that in the past, when he went out to eat, he would prepare eight wallets with him and divide the money in the eight wallets into sixteen parts and hide them in his wallet and body. Hidden place.
Well, if the warlock succeeds in filling his stomach with the money today, then he may randomly teleport and lose insignificant parts such as his arms, legs or head in the next few days - or it may be Exploded by a massive experimental explosion.
"cough!"
The warlock uncle cleared his throat and said mysteriously,
"Lin'er, Er'er, you made it!"
Lin Chou: "..."
Zhao Er: "..."
Can you, the old man, speak well?
"I, the Warlock, will soon become a rich man!"
Zhao Er reacted for a while and said cautiously,
"Are you...are you finally ready to blow up Mingguang..."
Warlock: "???"
No nonsense, after blowing up Mingguang, the warlock must be the only rich man left on the Mingguang ruins.
The warlock was too lazy to pay attention to Zhao Er's nonsense.
"What do you know? Didn't I just say, oh, before I could say it, I was interrupted by this big cat - my experiment! There is! A breakthrough!"
The warlock's face was filled with ghostly joy, and he scattered huge \(^o^)/~ all over the mountains and plains to emphasize the sentence,
"I have mastered a technology that can make people immortal!!"
It was cold, it was cold.
The warlock scratched his head and said,
"I said, please give me some reaction. This is a super powerful technology that benefits all mankind. Hello? Hello! Are you two offline??"
Lin Chou clapped her hands vigorously,
"Oh yeah! Good! Awesome!"
Warlock:_(:з ∠)_
"We can't talk anymore, let's go!"
Zhao Er quickly grabbed the warlock. Now he was not afraid that the warlock's unlucky attribute of being a scapegoat would be infected.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, didn't I react for a moment? This is too scary, immortality? Master, are you kidding me..."
The warlock shouted loudly,
"Are you kidding me?"
"What a joke!"
"Let me tell you, do you know how much I have paid for this technology? Look at my dark circles, eh? Look at my eyebands, eh? Look at my wrinkles, eh?!"
Zhao Er took a look and saw nothing.
The warlock said excitedly,
"Snowman and I studied that little female ghost - you don't know how precious this little female ghost is, right? Let me tell you..."
In short, the two of them had been exposed to popular science for a whole time. In the vast life of the warlock, he had never seen a native ghost in Mingguang like this.
"It's business, let's talk business!"
"Ah, yes, yes..."
"Snowman and I discovered something very, very miraculous by studying that little female ghost. She actually came from before the Cataclysm. Do you know that she is not even an awakened person? The awakened person has such a powerful spiritual power. Isn’t the chance of becoming a ghost much greater than that of an ordinary person?”
"But that's not the case. Xiao Zhifa is just so unreasonable."
"According to what was said before the cataclysm, she is an earth-bound spirit. She even still exists physically, but I don't know where it remains at the foot of Yanhui Mountain. I used the soul-leaving technique and the soul-locking array to make her escape. Of course Yan Huishan’s restraint did not succeed..."
"Say! The right! thing!"
"Using her as a medium, plus the ability of Snowman and I and a few catalysts, we can peel out the ectoplasm, which is the soul, of a living person. The body will not be destroyed, and the soul will not be destroyed. In a sense, this is eternal life. Immortal!"
"Isn't that the same method as rebelling against the party?" Zhao Er asked suspiciously with his eyes widened, "I said, Master Warlock, your so-called 'Yidiudi's catalyst' could have been Liu Renjun ground into powder and mixed with medicine. Bar!"
The warlock uncle was shocked.
"Damn, you look pretty stupid. How did you come up with this? I thought about it for a long time..."
"Anyway, those guys have a strong regeneration ability. They won't die no matter how much they are cut. Let's use the waste."
"Immortal, and it's completely different from rebelling. People who have left their souls are almost no different from normal people. They can walk, jump, eat, and drink. I can use magic to simulate bodies for them. Ah, it's just that I don't have the ability to awaken. I can even secretly strip away all their 'bad' thoughts. In the words before the catastrophe, what is this called - Utopia! It's all beautiful! It's all happiness! Hey!"
"You said, would they be willing to use all... no... half of their wealth during their lifetimes in exchange for this chance of immortality? Oh my god, let me put my hands on my hips, but I'm so awesome. In short, you, the warlock, are rich!"
Zhao Er couldn't help but shuddered.
"Your idea is really scary, you know..."
The warlock spread a black question mark,
"Why is it so scary? Why is it so scary!"
"..."
Zhao Er was speechless for a moment.
"Anyway, it's very scary. I...I can't explain it at the moment!"
Zhao Er usually watched those utopian movies and movies in various senses before the catastrophe. In short, the outcome is either you are destroyed, I am destroyed, or everyone is destroyed together. Among the 800 endings, I can't find one that is even more reasonable and legal - -Is this true?
The warlock shrugged and said,
"I don't quite understand the thoughts of you purely material beings. I know that with the good example of rebelling against the party, no one in Mingguang can accept this kind of high-tech. Ha, genius is always lonely. Fortunately, the warlock has been prepared..."
"Dang Dang Dang~ Look, what is this!"
The old warlock took out a transparent luminous object from his cuff that was as big as a drought-proof bucket before the Cataclysm. As soon as the object appeared, lightning lit up around it, and the lightning whipped out in all directions like a whip, bringing it with it. With particularly dazzling colored light.
In the transparent crystal bucket, the silver flame beauty was holding a whip and crackling it. The poor little ghost was hanging upside down on a steel pipe, sweating and making a gesture of spreading her wings to fly - the wings were hers. Two legs.
Warlock: ヾ(????﹏??)????
