After separating from Neha Sharita, Zhuo Yun left the city directly, found a remote sand dune, and summoned the lamp god again.

"My honorable master, what can I do for you?"

"Take me to the most famous wizard in the neighborhood. Zhuo Yun commanded without thinking about it. Although he only gave the conditions in general terms, did not specify which wizard, and did not have a breath reference, but this world is the home of the lamp god after all, and in the novel, it even knows the secrets of many gods, and it will definitely not have any understanding of the wizard group.

Sure enough, it didn't surprise him, and the lamp god readily agreed.

"Obey my master. "

When Zhuo Yun opened his eyes again, he was already in a dense forest. Surrounded by hundreds of years old towering trees, the branches are densely intertwined, like a sky net, the leaves cover the sky and the sun, no light can penetrate at all, it looks gloomy.

However, to Zhuo Yun's surprise, even in such an environment, there are still human traces!

A few hundred meters in front of him, there was a long line of dragons. In the team, there are both gray-haired old men and babies waiting to be fed. There are young and strong men, and there are fair-skinned and beautiful young women.

These people, apart from the family members who accompany them, all show a common characteristic in their demeanor and posture: they are all patients.

At the end of the procession of the patients was a giant tree more than five meters in diameter, with a rope ladder made of thick hemp rope hanging from its trunk, and at the top of the rope ladder was a platform made of green bamboo, on which there was a small wooden house.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yun had an enlightenment.

The sorcerer that the lamp god found for him was a solitary ascetic sorcerer who liked to live alone, but was kind. But he's good at healing and other kinds of witchcraft. Therefore, even if he hides in the mountains and forests, he is still found by people who admire his excellent medical skills.

With this understanding, Zhuo Yun felt that this trip would probably be worthwhile. However, the long queue in front of him made him feel worried.

After thinking for a moment, Zhuo Yun decided to wait patiently. First, these people are all patients, and they are the first to be unkind, and secondly, after all, he has a request for others, and it is best to abide by the other party's rules before finding out the other party's temper.

After about a cigarette, there was a sudden creak of the wooden door opening above, followed by footsteps.

With Zhuo Yun's superb eyesight, he naturally saw the scene on the bamboo platform clearly. After the wooden door opened, three people came out of the wooden house. The first is a middle-aged Persian with thin yellow muscles and prominent eyeballs. At this moment, his face was full of the relief of recovering from a serious illness and the joy of being redeemed. The second was his wife, whose swarthy face was full of gratitude, took the former's arm, and bowed almost one step at a time to express gratitude to the cabin behind her.

When he saw the third person, Zhuo Yun's gaze suddenly froze. This person turned out to be Michiro, who sold Neha Sharita to him three months ago.

After the middle-aged Persian couple climbed down the rope ladder, Michilo came to the periphery of the bamboo platform with a blank face, looked down, and shouted: "Master Meganhua's magic power has been exhausted today, and the rest of the people will come back tomorrow!"

Suddenly, a sigh sounded around the giant tree, but no one dared to raise any objections, and they all slowly dispersed in twos and threes.

Seeing that everyone was almost gone, Michelo also turned around and prepared to return to the cabin.

"Michilo!".

"Who is so rude as to dare to call me Michiro-sama by my name. Michilo turned around angrily and was about to scold.

But when he saw the smiling young man in front of him, his eyes instantly straightened, and he shouted later: "Lord Thor!".

Zhuo Yun nodded at him, stepped forward and asked, "Michilo, you are here like this, who are you in the house?"

Michelo still has a vivid memory of Zhuo Yun's thunderous method of downplaying and killing the three guards under him, so he didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly told the reason why he was hiding here and the relationship with the owner of the wooden house.

"Yes, I didn't expect that the wizard here was actually your uncle, so the purpose of my trip would be much more certain. Zhuo Yun didn't care about Michero's life or death at all, but hearing about Michiro's relationship with wizards made his eyes light up.

Michiro was stunned for a moment, and then cautiously asked, "Lord Thor, I don't know the purpose of your trip?"

Zhuo Yun smiled lightly, waved his hand and said, "Don't call me Lord Thor, Zhuo Yun is my name." Michilo, I want to make a deal with you. I want your uncle to teach me witchcraft, and if you are paid, you can ask for gold and gems. "

Hearing the words "let him open the gold coins", Michelo's breathing became rapid. After thinking about it for a long time, he finally gritted his teeth and said, "Lord Zhuoyun, I can help you." However, in terms of reward, in addition to a million gold coins and a sheepskin bag of rare jewels, I want you to help me get rid of a man. "

Zhuo Yun frowned, he was a little disgusted with Michero's insatiable greed, but he still said patiently for a while: "How is this person?"

Michiro was stunned for a moment, he heard for the first time that the killer didn't care who the target was, but cared about the target's character, but he quickly reacted and quickly replied affirmatively: "This person kills people and sets fires, and does all kinds of evil!"

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