The Strongest Almighty God of Urban Magic

The closer he got to the hall in the middle, the more cautious Ye Tian became.

Because at this time, he found that the guards around the hall had almost caught up with about half of the entire town. It could be said that this was the core of the entire Astali.

Watching the powerful undead creatures walk past him, it is impossible to say that there is no fluctuation in his heart.

But fortunately, those undead creatures seemed to be 10 points dull, just patrolling according to a fixed trajectory, which was taken advantage of by Ye Tian and the others.

"Save me...help me..."

That old, hoarse voice entered Ye Tian's eardrums again, but this time it was much clearer.

Yin Xu was just about to push the door in front of him with his hands, but he was suddenly pulled by Yin Xu next to him. Yin Xu's eyes floated up and the two people's toes reached the room lightly, lifting up a few people on the roof. The tile then jumped off.

This is a very dark room.

There are only a few ghost fires wandering quietly around, and it is not enough to illuminate the entire huge house.

At this time, Ye Tian turned around and saw a scene that he would never forget.

It was an old man who didn't know how long he had lived here. His hair and beard fell quietly, almost touching the ground. And his face was also hidden behind these hairs.

What made him feel even more frightening at night was his surroundings. At this time, the old man was fixed on a huge wooden board, and a thick chain was wrapped around it to fix it. Several raised Mozi around him were directly attached to it. Passing through the limbs of the old man, he was firmly fixed there, and he couldn't move.

The old man's arm was struggling non-stop, but apart from the sound of flesh and blood bursting out, it didn't help at all.

Just when Ye Tian was about to ask, Yin Xu, who was next to him, spoke first.

"You are the legendary Mr. Astali!"

"Hahaha! I didn't expect that after so many years, someone still remembers me!"

"1031 to be exact."

The old man's voice became full of air at this time, and the dust around him began to rustle down.

If it weren't for the hearing of the undead creatures degrading to a state where they were almost non-existent, this voice alone could attract the entire town.

"Basically the two of you know that I'll come over here and help me untie this damn chain! I'm going to make those people pay their debts with blood!"

"First of all, we don't understand your purpose, and we can't let him unlock your seal. Second, after 1,000 years, your old enemies should also be dead."

"More than 1,000 years, I have lived in this ghost place for more than 1,000 years now!"

As soon as the voice fell, the old man in front of him began to become violent again and kept struggling, but apart from the sound that could cause the chain to rattle, he couldn't make any waves.

...

After about half an hour, that Astali seemed to finally understand and settled down.

"Tell me, two cunning young people, what conditions do you want to let me out? Money? Status? As long as I can live, I can definitely give you unimaginable prosperity and wealth!"

Astali's voice is very seductive, like a demon's call.

The air instantly fell silent.