"Can't die."

The old magic stick said casually, then folded his arms and leaned against the door: "That little brat ran away!"

The youngest was not surprised by this: "His luck is not over yet and his life should not be cut off. It's not time to touch him yet."

"When you killed prisoners and Ze, weren't they also unlucky?"

The old magic stick curled his lips.

Hearing this, the youngest gradually closed the book in his hand: "Don't worry, they can't escape, he is the third key to the secret realm!"

As he spoke, the youngest sat up, shook the pipe in his hand, narrowed his eyes and spit out a puff of green smoke from his mouth: "But this child is very lucky, we cannot let him continue to grow."

"You're going out!"

The old magic stick perked up when he saw this, and his eyes widened immediately.

But to his disappointment, the youngest had no intention of going out. Instead, he knocked on the table with his pipe.

Along with the knocking sound, the old magician heard a burst of sharp laughter from behind. Looking back, he saw the fat female nurse appearing in the corridor at some point.

"Go, bring him back alive!" The youngest's voice came from the room, making the expression on the fat nurse's face become even weirder, her limbs twitching like a stiff puppet:

"You have to live, you have to live... Hehehe, but little brother's meat is so delicious, what should I do, I'm afraid I can't help it... Then it's okay to eat half and keep half, hahaha..."
Chapter completed!