Warlocks in the Star Federation are rare and noble.

Rutherford Moses is one of them. He is eighty years old and looks like an elegant middle-aged gentleman.

The spells studied are related to corpses, death, summoning of the undead, etc.

So he followed the army to Dajing.

The war will produce enough corpses for him to do research on.

As the war stopped, Rutherford did not have so much material for his research.

The reason why I didn't leave was because it was easier to get corpses in Da Jing than in my hometown.

Moreover, Da Jing had a qi martial artist and different corpses that fascinated Rutherford.

Of course, Rutherford would not let go of the corpse of the fighter.

The three corpses that were transported back were his research materials.

As for finding the murderer, it's just a casual matter.

The body arrived in Rutherford's underground research room.

In the flickering candlelight, Rutherford walked in slowly and lifted the black cloth covering it.

"My head has been smashed." He bent down and examined it carefully.

Without wearing gloves, he just put his hand directly into the wound, bringing out some coagulated blood and fragments.

Ignoring the dirt on his hands, Rutherford raised his hands and began to chant strange spells.

In conjunction with the ever-changing gestures.

The basement, which originally seemed cold and cold, became even colder.

Even the candlelight that originally exuded warmth was cast in a layer of coldness, and the yellow light turned into a faint green light.

"rise."

As Rutherford raised his hands upward.

The three headless corpses immediately sat up.

"Tell me who the murderer is."

Rutherford ordered in a cold voice.

Naturally, this statement does not mean that the headless corpse actually speaks, but...

The bloody aura emanated from the three corpses, condensed and surged in mid-air, seeming to form some kind of image.

However, it surged for a while, but nothing took shape.

"Huh?" Rutherford narrowed his eyes and ordered again, "Tell me, who killed you?"

More blood-red mist escaped from the corpse, rolling and still not forming a clear image, but simply changing continuously.

"what happened?"

Rutherford took a step forward and changed his gestures twice quickly.

One of the headless corpses suddenly exploded into a bloody mist, completely blending into the red mist in mid-air.

But even so, it still failed.

The red mist kept rolling, but couldn't condense into an image.

"what is this?"

Rutherford's face darkened, and another corpse exploded.

Then... nothing changed, except that the concentration of the red mist increased.

"Ha! It's interesting!"

Rutherford raised his hand and waved, and the last corpse exploded. Instead of red mist, there was a ball of red liquid in the air.

For five minutes, the red liquid surged for five minutes.

Rutherford's face changed from ugly to surprised, from surprised to thoughtful, and his brows knitted together.

"Dongdongdong." There was a knock on the door outside.

"Come in."

Rutherford said.

The door to the basement was opened, and someone came down the steps carrying a kerosene lamp: "Teacher."

The visitor is Rutherford's apprentice.

But not his true apprentice.

The real apprentice was infected in an experimental accident and died. The one who woke up was the captain of the Full-Time Eye-Yager.

"What's the matter?" Rutherford said absently.

"Seeing that you haven't come out, I came here to take a look." Yager lowered his head and bowed respectfully, "Did something happen?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the person who killed them failed to take shape, which is a bit interesting." Rutherford said.

"why is that?"

"I don't know. There are many reasons. It may be that the other party is dead, or someone has used another power to block my 'visible tracking'." Rutherford said.

Not only can he make the appearance of the murderer appear, he can also condense blood into beads for tracking.

In other words, it is actually a method of tracking.

Showing your appearance is incidental.

If a person dies, there is no way to trace them.

"Teacher, I can help." Yager said.

"You?" Rutherford looked over strangely. How could he, a barely qualified apprentice, help?

"There are some magical items in the land of Da Jing. I collected one some time ago, which may be useful," Yager said.

Rutherford nodded noncommittally: "Then let's try it."

Yager took a step forward, took out a black box, and placed it under the bloody liquid.

"Teacher, please take a step back." Yager said solemnly.

"Heh." Rutherford smiled disdainfully, but still took a step back.

Yager squatted down and opened the black box.

As the box was opened, several black shadows burst out from inside and rushed towards Rutherford.

"Very brave."

Rutherford's face darkened, but his posture was calm, and he stretched out his hand a little.

The blood liquid in mid-air suddenly exploded, forming blood-colored spears, instantly nailing those black figures to death in mid-air.

The black aura dissipated, revealing the true faces of the five figures. They were all a group of Star Alliance people, staring at Rutherford with ferocious faces.

"Who did you seek refuge with?" Rutherford looked at the surprised Younger and asked, spitting out several names.

As a warlock who studies death and corpses, he doesn't have many friends, but he has quite a few enemies.

"kill him!"

Yager's surprised expression instantly turned into ferocious anger, as he shouted violently.

The small black box exploded, and four more black shadows appeared and rushed toward Rutherford.

Rutherford remained motionless, with a bloody curtain of light appearing on his body.

The black shadow hit the light screen, like a fly shaking a tree. What dissipated was the black energy on his body, revealing his true face.

He also looks like a Star Alliance person.

"Too ignorant, is this your assassination method?" Rutherford shook his head and stretched out his hand.

The bodies of the nine people suddenly twisted, and the blood in their bodies turned into Rutherford's weapons, killing the nine people from the inside out.

The broken body fell to the ground like a rag doll.

"Ignorant people."

Rutherford looked at Yager and raised his fingers.

Yager flew up uncontrollably and flew in front of Rutherford.

"Tell me, who bribed you?" he asked.

"Pooh!"

Yager spat viciously.

"Forget it, I'll ask your soul directly." Rutherford reached out and grabbed Yager's head, his eyes glowed with a strange white light.
To be continued...