An Chengbi looked at him and visited his guests early in the morning.

The other party also looked at him suspiciously: "Are you sure you really want me to release this news?"

"Yes. Only if I personally act as bait can I transfer Ma Zili's main force from the Marquis' Mansion."

"Just use false information in this kind of thing?"

An Chengbi looked at his guests with a smile: "I am planning to sell fake information, but you see, you have come to my hiding place and see me. I guess you have also found a way to record the way you come. The address of my hiding place has been released, and it has been released to you."

The other party also smiled: "You are right. As long as the offer is high enough, I can even sell my life box to the customer. From the moment you come to me, you clearly marked your position in the intelligence market.

"But I still have to ask, why? You can call me or even leave a message online. I have a way to confirm the credibility of these things. You didn't have to take this risk...

"Do you run away immediately after seeing me? But running away will release information, and maybe someone will be targeted.

"No, you won't do this. Then there is only one explanation. You in front of me are a fake."

As he said that, the lich with a young man looked like a young man stretched out his hand and grabbed An Chengbi's cheek and started tearing it down.

"Although you are older than me," An Chengbi, who had silver silk, let the other party pull his cheeks and looked at the black-haired young man in front of him calmly, "But is this a bit too much?"

The opposite is a lich, who has long achieved immortality through magical means. As long as the life box is not destroyed, he will never be destroyed.

Every lich is a mystery because no one can determine how long they have lived. After killing the evil lich, the Association of Mages once searched the laboratory to find the memory crystals that the lich helped to remember. It turned out that they had actually killed this lich more than a hundred years ago, but the broken life box was a fake. As a result, the lich was resurrected and changed his identity to continue doing evil...

So, don’t worry about the age of the lich. Even if you know how many years he has lived in “this identity”, you can’t guarantee that this is the real identity. Who knows how long he has been using other identities before.

Although the person in front of An Chengbi seems to be a young man who is less than 30 years old, he probably lives longer than An Chengbi.

"Ah, sorry, I heard you are an old urcher. I thought you would like this." The young lich let go of his hands, shook his shoulders and spread his hands, "Is there any problem with my method? Should I take out a water gun and shoot you passionately?"

An Chengbi smiled: "It seems you know very well that I like to show off my gun collection."

"I also know that you named your favorite guns after the Indian caste, one of which seems to kill people by making people laugh involuntarily and making their muscles necrotic?"

"Yes, I used this gun when I was visiting the Marquis' Mansion." An Chengbi replied.

This subtext is very obvious: it is all the information I have exposed, and you know it doesn’t matter.

"Yes, so many well-informed people already know this information. Although there were only three parties involved in the scene, one of them died, one was taken away by Madame Curie and was unknown to walk, and there was also a young age and was tortured by your gun at the end of the whole process, so the information was scattered."

The lich responded, and the implication was: "Although you have released this information, it is not something that ordinary people can obtain. If I can get it, it means that I am awesome."

"You make sense, but as long as you have basic reasoning skills, you can get the correct information from the scattered information." An Chengbi said indifferently.

Then, the lich took out a toy gun from his arms.

An Chengbi's face changed. He was not known for his good at controlling his expressions.

His normal style is to be happy with his expression.

Of course, when he needs to control his expression, he can still control it well. After all, he is over 60 years old and old.

But when he saw the toy gun, his expression failed.

"It's very similar?" The lich played with the toy gun. "I specially picked a toy that looked very similar to the one in your hand."

An Chengbi curled his lips.

He basically only took out this gun in front of his confidants.

"It seems that I need to clean up a big mouth here." An Chengbi said in disappointment.

"Be careful to kill the loyal minister." The lich smiled.

An Chengbi shrugged: "Loyal ministers, kill them if they are killed. I have never completely believed in them, nor do I think that any of their abilities are indispensable."

"You say this like a Freudian school." The lich commented.

"How do you make sure I am not a Freudian school disguised as the Edison school? This is not difficult. After all, the Edison school mainly relies on props. As long as there is a follower of the Edison school, this kind of disguise can be easily established."

"...It seems that you still don't have a clear understanding of my intelligence collection ability." The Lich smiled, "Should I say more things that can prove my business level?"

An Chengbi shook his head: "No, no need. As long as you are sure that you see me, our transaction will be established. I know who you will sell the news to. You can tell the buyer that I, An Chengbi, are here waiting for Mr. Ma to come with his own men.

"You can even tell him that this is a plan to lure him out of the mountain, but the one used to transfer him to Ma Zili is my An Chengbi himself."

The lich stared at An Chengbi, remained silent for a few seconds, and asked, "Are you having fun a little bit? Although you have no effect on me by Mr. Ma's 'blood relative revenge', but... I have to believe your information if I want to sell it."

"I thought intelligence dealers rely on credibility to ensure the accuracy of their intelligence sales." An Chengbi said this, and if you savor it carefully, you will know that he is also an old Yin-Yang man.

The lich shrugged, then his T-shirt was tilted a little, and a gap appeared between the skin on his neck and the clothes, and the bone shelf inside could be vaguely seen through the gap.

"Your 'skin' does not include the skin under your clothes?"

An Chengbi asked in surprise.

The lich looked down and said, "Oh, the grass is actually getting glued!"

"Open glue? Is your neck and your T-shirt collar stuck with glue?" An Chengbi was even more surprised.

"Yes. The skin and flesh under the clothes are not necessary. After all, no one wants to see a lich's fruit body, so my disguise only includes the head, neck and arms, so I wear such fat denim suspenders. It is not easy to see that the legs are actually bones without flesh.

"It's very troublesome to create bionics. I asked a Frankenstein from the Darwin School to do it."

An Chengbi laughed: "I thought I was crazy enough. Compared with a real old monster like you, I would still be willing to give in to the disadvantage."

"It's like this after living for a long time. I often think that you Frankenstein is slightly deprived of reason because you have peeked at the principles of the world. Are we Lichs the same? Will we necromancers also be a Frankenstein?"

An Chengbi put away the smile on his face and said seriously: "I personally think that strictly speaking, legendary wizards such as Ma Youfu, Mo Duncan, Tan Sen, etc. are all the original Frankenstein, but they have not formed a system, and the authority to leverage the principles of the world with the east scale and the west claws. The spells named after them in modern magic textbooks are the results after leveraging the permissions."

"A very interesting theory, is this the theory of the same origin of the genus of the Frankenstein that has emerged recently in Frankenstein?"

"I don't know. I never listen to other people's theories, I just summarize them myself." An Chengbi shrugged, "Now you can leave, anyway, my goal is achieved the moment you confirm that I am really here."

The lich nodded: "Yes. And I will definitely sell this information to the right person, maybe to the one you guessed. But I still don't understand why you do this. You are not the kind of crazy man who is addicted to fighting with others and wishes that someone will fight with you every day.

"If I don't understand this and think about my credibility, I can only sell my doubts and intelligence to the customer."

The lich suddenly leaned forward, then took off his right hand with a pop, letting his hands show their true appearance, and then hit the table with his naked finger bones: "You are so persistent in wanting to capture the little girl in the Ma family, why? Why are you sure that the new master of Captain Nemo would care about this little girl?

"Before, his agent, the little girl's brother, Masha, the son of Marquis Ma, might be the master who had done something. Are you sure the little girl will not be given up by the master?"

An Chengbi: "I am a person who works in intelligence and wants to spy on everything. But if you are disappointed, I didn't put everything on the little girl. I just tried it, maybe it would be possible? Anyway, I am 100% sure, and it will be fine if I get out of Marquis Ma's hands."

The lich smacked her lips.

An Chengbi: "How do you make a smacking sound? You don't have a tongue, right?"

"My bionic head is so delicate. I can even speak with this head. How could I have no tongue?" As he said that, the lich took a grape from the plate on the table, threw it into his mouth and started playing with his tongue.

"The tongue skills are good." An Chengbi gave a thumbs up, "Whose craftsmanship is that even in the Darwin School, there are few people who can make such a great bionic body, right? The Frankenstein School is very good at doing this, but the raw materials are mostly corpses, but you are a skeleton and probably don't mind these."

"The products of the Frankenstein School need to be painted with cosmetics to remove the 'dead white'. The maker of me is quite familiar with you."

An Chengbi raised his eyebrows and reached out to his gun under the table.

"You know Xu Boning, do you know?" the Lich asked with a smile - no, it is the bionic mask of the Lich, and it is not right, it should be called the living mask - the Lich asked with a smile.

It was almost time for him to say that the floor under An Chengbi's feet was directly pushed up by huge tentacles.

The Lich--Living Mask laughed: "Before I came to you, I sold your location, but I didn't expect that, An Chengbi! This will ensure that you must be here!"

Although An Chengbi was in the sky, he also laughed: "There is no better result than this! This is my lure away from the mountain!"
Chapter completed!