Chapter 1980： How happy are you?

Noah was a little choked, watching McGonagall being silent for a while, and then trying to ease the embarrassment: "Boss Mai, it's nice to meet you."

"How happy?" McGonagall asked with a serious look on his face.

"Uh... I'm very happy." Noah was about to cry.

"Then you are too happy. The people who work with me are very tired." McGonagall said flatly.

"I'm not afraid of tiredness. I just like to do things with you and have a face." Noah smiled and said it would be a face-saving thing.

"But I'm afraid of cumbersomeness." McGonagall glanced at him.

Noah: "..."

Okay, I can't talk anymore.

Noah felt the blow from the big brother for the first time, which hurt him a lot.

"My grandson, although useless, can still be used as a decoy." Merrant, who had never spoken, said.

Noah stared, looking back at Merante in disbelief.

Is this why Grandpa brought him around? !

"That's how the devil generally looks down." McGonagall shook his head.

"This is also true. It's uncommon." Merante nodded.

Noah sat slowly to the end, holding his knees and falling into autism.

The purple griffin flies very fast, and can see the twilight forest from a distance in less than three hours.

And Merante also dripped Anne's blood into the tortoise shell stone during the journey. The originally red thin line on the tortoise shell stone turned golden. The closer to the twilight forest, the little golden light flickered on the tortoise shell stone, just like the starry sky. .

"He did appear here, and stayed in more than one place." Merante looked at the tortoiseshell stone floating and spinning in front of him, his expression dignified.

"Go to the nearest marking point." McGonagall glanced at the Tortoiseshell Stone and drove the Purple Griffon down diagonally.

The golden light spot is getting closer and closer, and a ruin of the tribe is gradually appearing in the sight of everyone.

The once prosperous medium-sized tribe was burned into a white field. The site should have been handled by the orcs of other tribes. A tall mound was piled up in the middle of the tribe, and a burnt black stone pillar stood on the top of the stone pillar. With a cheetah, it should be the totem of this tribe.

After confirming that there were no people around, the Purple Griffon landed on the ground.

"He stayed here, not long ago, judging from the devil qi should not be the devil's body, but this guy who betrayed the soul has been deeply enchanted. After absorbing a lot of essence and resentment, his strength has skyrocketed and it will be more and more difficult. Deal." Merante turned around in the ruins, and finally stood in front of the mound in the center, with a serious expression.

"How strong?" McGonagall frowned.

Originally, Qiao Xiu was just a magician with a level 7 or less. Although he can't be said to be powerless, it was indeed insufficient.

But after creating the war and the massacre in one hand, by absorbing resentment and blood, his strength soared, which is not a good thing.

Merante sat down across from each other, hands clenched, and somewhere he found a gold-red spell between two fingers, chanting words in his mouth, and then pointed at the mound in front of him.

The golden-red charm burned, floating towards the mound, and then merged into it.

The ground suddenly began to vibrate, and the compacted mound of rock shook with it, and the dirt fell down.

"The corpse?" McGonagall unconsciously took two steps backwards, the night was cold, and so many orcs died here, watching the grave tremble, as if there was something to be drilled out of the ground. Infiltrate people.

"Boss Mai doesn't have to be nervous. My grandpa is talking to them." Noah smiled, and didn't expect Alex to be afraid of ghosts.

"Can ghosts communicate?" McGonagall frowned.

"Yeah, we are ghosts. Isn't it normal to communicate with ghosts." Noah nodded. "Look, we don't look like ghosts."

McGonagall was thoughtful. It seems that after going back, he should find some information about ghost races, and he knows too little about this race.

The ground suddenly stopped trembling, and above the stone pillar, a torn face appeared. He exchanged a few words with Merante in strange tones, but soon dissipated.

Merante sighed and slowly stood up, with a dull tone of voice: "The corpse was burned, the soul was swallowed by looting, and there was only a little escaped remnant. There was not much information. The guy was dressed in black The robe, with a strength above 9th level, may also have reached 10th level."

"If the remaining soul and resentment are enough, you can get more information, right?" McGonagall asked.

"Yes, the corpse can speak, because the soul will not disappear immediately, and resentment can exist for a long time. The more complete the soul, the more information can be obtained." Merlin features a head.

"Then I will take you to a place." McGonagall jumped back onto the griffin back and took Merant and Noah away.

Soon, the Griffon fell in a ruin hundreds of miles away.

Like the previous tribe, it has also been treated here. The tall tomb looks quite lonely, and the crow cries occasionally sound even more cool.

This is the tribe where McGonagall visited yesterday.

"The grievances here are so heavy that they haven't been completely swallowed." Melant was surprised when he landed.

"I came here yesterday, he should have sensed my presence, so he left in a hurry and didn't have time to absorb all his grievances." McGonagall said.

"It turns out that it's easy to handle." Merlin is not a nonsense, sitting directly in front of the grave and starting the practice again.

Looking at the green resentment on the grave, McGonagall looked at Merante's back in addition to a little break in his heart.

This ghost race is not quite the same as he imagined. It was named not because of its ability to resemble a ghost, or because it looks strange, but because of its ability to communicate with ghosts.

About a dozen minutes later, Merante, who didn't know what to say about the ghosts, read an obscure spell, and the lingering grievances gradually dissipated, and the surroundings were restored to clarity.

"They said that it was a terrible young man who swallowed the grudge, and he couldn't see clearly, but he had a terrible breath on his body, and his strength was level nine, which had not yet broken through level ten. He appeared shortly after the tribe was slaughtered, but I don't know What is the reason to leave in a hurry." Merante got up and looked at McGonagall.

McGonagall nodded slightly and said: "It seems that it is basically certain that Qiao Xiu did it. The chaotic city is now investigating the military department. He should have crossed Andre and waged this war, just to absorb these innocent people. Human resentment."