Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 215 The Nature of Withering

When daylight was about to break, Heine finally saw Huiyu's figure.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He had planned to go along.

But on the surface, Teacher Xia politely said, "Your stealth needs to be tempered," but secretly he exclaimed, "Damn, he's crazy, Brother Yang, come and persuade him."

He had no choice but to rationally give up the idea.

Then came the waiting, and the experience from the Zanro Plateau.

First there was a steady stream of small amounts of experience, and then there was a big pile.

Fortunately, after experiencing the baptism of the Blight Scar last time, his experience tank is enough to accommodate these.

A sixth-level ancestor is still a bit inferior compared to Hades Rhaegar Southgate.

It's just that he was curious. Didn't he agree to sneak in and behead him?

Could it be that they failed to infiltrate and instead attacked the enemy?

Soon, Huiyu landed in the yard of Kitile Manor, where they had also set out before.

As soon as the giant eagle landed, Zhu Sheep jumped down eagerly.

He was also carrying someone on his back.

Heine sensed a hint of death and quickly opened the Eyes of the Dead.

Sure enough, the death energy is squeezing into this body... no, it's a corpse.

This person is dead.

"He said his surname was Kitil and his name was Lloyd."

"What???"

Heine was shocked. How could he go to the Zanluo Plateau and bring back a Kitile?

And he's still a dead man?

Wait, why have I heard this name before...

Lloyd...

He suddenly remembered that on the family tree that Dylan dug up the day Barry returned to the manor, the name immediately following Barry was this.

This is Barry's eldest son! ?

"Send it to the floating city, we will talk about this later."

He said with a solemn expression: "Are you all okay? The infiltration doesn't seem to be going well?"

Capture the Sheep: "It's okay, the infiltration went smoothly, no one noticed us."

"That's good," Heine nodded: "Where is this person? Did you save him while he was in trouble?"

"Someone will tell you this"

Zhu Yang carried Lloyd's body towards the floating city.

Teacher Xia: "I'll do it, I'll do it! It's time to show my vocabulary to the brothers! Come on!"

As soon as the words "Listen to me, this is what happened" floated out of his head, Heine directly connected to him with his psychic technique.

“Communication is faster this way,” Heine said.

Teacher Xia: "Damn..."

...

"...He said he was Lloyd, and my skeleton saved him, and then took him on the back of a bird. Then when he entered the McCalla Mountains, his consciousness was blurred, and then his soul disappeared strangely and his body died. , only this bottle is left.”

Heine placed the glass bottle containing the brown leather fragments on the table.

The moment he took possession of this thing, he realized that it was also a wooden teardrop.

And the quality was no worse than what Quelkus left him.

But there was something strange inside, and he didn't dare to touch it.

After listening to the story, Dylan had a strange look on his face.

"I didn't expect you to save another Kitty Le..."

"I have a feeling there will be more Kitilers in the future."

Heine made a joke: "Your seniority may become lower and lower."

Dylan seemed to snort with disdain, but the depression in his eyes still slightly revealed his inner feelings.

This is so arrogant.

Heine smiled and then asked about the business: "So is this corpse normal? Is it possible that he faked his death? Or is he hiding his soul somewhere?"

Dylan carefully studied the little old man in front of him, who looked very similar to Barry, frowned and shook his head.

"This corpse is very strange..."

"What's weird?"

"You may not understand even if I tell you."

Heine: "?What do you mean?"

Dylan looked at him expressionlessly: "Have you finished reading the "Introduction to Soulology" I gave you?"

Heine: "Can you just pretend I didn't ask?"

"Humph."

Dylan sneered, then walked to the laboratory on the other side and knocked a few times.

A few minutes later, a wood elf with a real bird's nest on his head came out.

Both of them were stunned.

Heine: "The top of your head..."

Linumu: "The messenger bird I raised is about to lay eggs recently. There are no trees suitable for her to nest here. My hair is the most suitable material."

Heine: "Then how do you sleep at night?"

The wood elf showed him how the hair stretched, then held the bird's nest flat in his hand.

Okay, that's really convenient.

The three of them came to the corpse. While the wood elf was observing, Dylan briefly recounted what happened to Lloyd.

A few minutes later, Linumu also frowned.

He looked at Dylan: "Do you mean to let me solve this matter?"

Dylan nodded and asked, "Does it look like it?"

"It's really similar. Do you need me to plant him too?"

Dylan: "...people and trees should be different."

Linumu: "The methods should be similar, right?"

"Forget it, just talk to him."

Dylan left the two of them behind and hurried away.

It looked like he was going to tell the old man about this.

The conversation between the two left Heine confused.

Why can’t I even understand what people are saying now?

Fortunately, Linumu started explaining quickly.

“You should know that even a necromancer cannot violate the cycle of life and death.

"After death, the soul must go to other worlds. Summoning the dead souls is essentially renting from the underworld, rather than actually robbing the soul."

Heine nodded slightly and motioned for him to continue.

"As for the gentleman in front of you, although he is indeed dead, he is different from a regular corpse. That is, his soul has not left as we know."

"So he's hiding?"

"I do not know."

Linumu shook his head:

"Whether a soul is hiding has nothing to do with life or death. I am just sure that he has 'died'.

“It’s not that we define the phenomenon of ‘the soul going to the shadow realm or the underworld’ as death, but ‘after death, the soul will definitely go to other realms’.

“In other words, this gentleman violated this law after his death.

"This is what makes him different from other 'dead people'. As for where the soul is, I don't know.

"Mr. Dylan was able to discover this because he has handled a large number of normal corpses and can keenly distinguish the differences.

"And I can find out because I have come into contact with a large number of withered plant remains. It should be said that this gentleman's body is similar to the withered plant remains. He is more like a 'withered man'."

Heine: "A withered person? A parasite?"

"No, I'm talking about blight in a broad sense."