Chapter 1427

The Witt family will be gone after all.

In fact, the old owner also knows that up to now, the dumping of the family is almost inevitable. Because even if they are just lost and recovered, they are the only family in the world that still has the inheritance of demon summoning.

When Haier Bo chose to use the devil's body to achieve his "great cause", it almost doomed the demise of their Witt family.

After all, who would want to keep such a possibility that they will know their weaknesses?

Even though, they actually don't know what the so-called "weakness" of the devil will be.

"Master, the outside is surrounded by those living corpses. We... If we don't attack again, they will attack!"

A clansman rushed in through the door and forgot to knock. However, for these rules that must be observed in the past, today's home owners no longer care about them, let alone blame them more.

"Don't let anyone do it... As long as they haven't moved, we won't move." the old man shook his head and said, "those are just the living dead who were raised after their souls were torn. They're not afraid... Just don't do it, okay?"

"But why -"

Before the wizard finished asking, the old master suddenly stared, so he had to take back his words - the old master has been in charge of the Witt family for so many years, and his majesty has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, so that he dare not go beyond the moment at all.

"All right, go down!"

Looking at the door being gently closed again, the old owner took off his glasses, rubbed his forehead, and then sighed a long time.

He is not allowed to take the initiative. Naturally, he will not be lucky. He hopes that Haier Bo can let them go for the sake of their obedience.

Halber is by no means the kind of soft hearted person, absolutely not!

The reason why he did this was to keep the last hope of the Witt family as much as possible - he had already handed over his two grandchildren. As long as he could leave a fire, the Witt family could not be completely destroyed.

As for the man entrusted by the old owner, it was Norman Witt, his youngest son and Charlotte's father.

"Halbo, you must understand - the living dead can't do anything about my Witt family. Plus, the boy McLean cut off most of your men... You'll come in person, won't you?"

He sat behind the large desk, slightly sipping his dry lips and thinking secretly.

"Come on! We can't go anywhere and won't go anywhere... My Witt family is waiting for you here to have a good time -"

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise downstairs. It was the noise that the walls of the magical house were knocked down like children's blocks.

The old man knew that the man he had been waiting for finally came.

However, he did not worry about it. Even after that, there were bursts of bangs and wails, but his movements were still slow.

He picked up his wand from the shelf next to him, then gently moved the chair and walked to the center of the study.

Then, he saw him turn his magic wand and make a slight stroke from top to bottom. The daily clothes he was wearing suddenly turned into an old wizard's robe that looked quite simple and simple.

The six pointed star array with gold pattern on black background, plus goat horn, magic wand and a narrow blue eye family emblem are the only decoration on this black wizard robe.

This is the owner's dress handed down from generation to generation by their Witt family. It has no special effect, but represents the inheritance of their Witt family, that's all.

After changing his clothes, the old man opened his legs again and walked to the door of the study step by step.

A moment later, when he walked down the stairs to the hall, he saw that it had become a human purgatory.

"... Witt."

"Everyone in this family is called 'VICTOR', Mr. helbo."

The owner of the hometown is holding a magic wand and wearing a black robe. His vicissitudes of white hair actually looks a little abrupt. In particular, in this hall, which has been stained with scarlet everywhere, the contrast is even clearer.

Old Victor stood by the stairs and looked at the tall black figure standing in the center. His eyes seemed to shake - was that the "devil"? How many times did their family lose their taboo magic, what they summoned?

After a little stare, he looked away silently and scanned the hall.

It seems that halbo hasn't slaughtered all the people here, but they have been forced into the corner and tremble. Death and immortality are just a matter between halbo's thoughts.

"Oh, are they all Victor... So, what's your name?"

"Sir, do you still want to remember my name?" the old master tightened his wand and narrowed his eyes. "It's a great honor."

"Well, no --"

But halber didn't even look at him. He just shook his red and greasy palm and said casually:

"I just asked... If you want me to remember, you have to show enough strength for me to remember. For example, the magical young man McLean."

As soon as this sentence was finished, the old owner saw that Haier Bo's figure suddenly disappeared from his vision. At that time, his heart was full of warning signs, and his body was full of illusions.

The next second, a huge fist suddenly appeared from behind him, and a blow passed through his figure.

But it was at that moment that the old master suddenly ran forward from real to virtual, and plunged into a distance of more than ten feet like a black gray ghost.

Then, they seemed to exchange positions with each other, and nothing happened.

After a few seconds of silence, halbo suddenly nodded as if he understood something, looked at the residual shadow track left by the old owner's movement and said:

"You're dying."

This inexplicable sentence seems to be stating a fact, which does not contain any provocative meaning.

"Yes, sir."

The old owner didn't seem to hide it, and frankly affirmed Haier Bo's statement.

In fact, this is a kind of soul magic from ancient times, which turns itself into a semi virtual and semi real soul state at the cost of giving up life.

Just now, Haier Bo's action was too fast. Although the old owner moved very fast, he actually failed to avoid the former's attack. It was because of this magic that he was immune to physical attacks that he left his place unharmed.

Unfortunately, magic like this, which costs a lot but has little effect, is just like chicken ribs in halbo's eyes.

"Obviously, you're not enough for me to remember your name."