Something's wrong with my undead

Arthur didn't ride a horse, he came all the way.

With the strong physique of a fourth-level warrior, he could indeed do this, but his face was pale, and the blood on his body was erratic, as if it might go out at any time.

The person being carried on his shoulders was none other than George.

Dylan wanted to step forward to check, but was forced back several steps by the blood on Arthur's body.

"Hai, Heine!" Arthur roared.

Probably because the toxins in his body have not been eliminated yet, his mouth is crooked and he can't speak clearly.

This is very similar to those nervous students infected by the death energy in the Boneyard.

Heine stepped forward immediately.

"I am here."

"Here, here you go!"

Arthur took out a crumpled letter from his body.

Then he stared at Heine, and two lines of tears suddenly fell from his ferocious and twisted face.

"S-Save him!"

He spoke very hard and fell to the ground with a thud after saying this.

...

The necromancer is also half a doctor, and with the analysis of the magic circle, it is not difficult to check the body.

Arthur was fine, but the toxins had not been removed and the exhaustion caused him to fall into a coma.

But George...

"His soul has no fluctuations, but his body shows no signs of being infected by death and is still alive and healthy."

Dylan tapped his eyebrows lightly with a complicated tone.

"As far as I know, there are several ways to achieve this result, but none of them are below level five. Have you discovered anything?"

"Yuanling pollution."

Heine whispered and closed the Eye of the Dead.

He found a silver spot on George's body, but he was clearly alive.

He handed the letter to the other party.

"Let your crows be on guard around, I'll try the Yuanling magic circle."

Dylan took the letter with a solemn expression.

There are only two lines scrawled on it:

"You are right. 』

"Take Arthur and run away. 』

He wanted to say something, but when he looked into Heine's eyes, he felt a shudder.

His eyes were as gloomy as the sky before a storm.

...

Watching Heine leave, the three skeletons immediately exploded.

Mr. Sa: "Let me go, what kind of plot is this? I've never seen it before!"

Zhuoyang muttered: "I don't know what the letter said, but it seems like there aren't many words."

Teacher Xia: "Don't you think George's state looks familiar to you? Why do I feel a bit like the 'Lost Soul' on the Zanluo Plateau?"

Mr. Sa: "Are you talking about those half-orcs who had their souls removed and made into slaves? But isn't that something only soul priests can do? How can there be a sixth-level spellcaster in Ebony Town?"

Zhu Sheep: "Is it possible that it is Lost Soul Water? It is a fourth-level solvent, an alchemical material, and has a similar weakening effect. The effect is very poor for people with resistance, but it is hard to say for ordinary people like Lords. ."

Teacher Xia: "Who knows, anyway, the iron from the Vilitas Academy has intervened in this matter. Only the Lion King in the entire mountainous area can get these things. I just hope that Heine will not take the lead this time. Such an opponent is not ours at this stage. Can handle it.”

Mr. Sa: "Why are you being cowardly? If it's a big deal, just let it go! Thirty years in the east of Hedong and thirty years in the west of Hexi. Where else would it be better than staying here?"

Zhu Yang sighed.

"In that case, what's the difference from the original players?"

Both fell into silence.

...

Not long after, Heine returned to the laboratory from the cellar.

The magic circle below has no effect on George. Obviously such a bridge is meaningless for a "lost soul".

Worse news followed, as Dylan's crow saw three carriages approaching the manor.

The visitor is obviously not good.

"Are you going to run away?" Dylan asked him.

There was no way he could escape on his own.

To him, the plateau to the west is a natural chasm, and heading east and south is simply courting death.

Dwarves believe that the dead return to the embrace of Mother Earth when they pass away in the soil.

The elves believe that the air of death infects the forest, and the golden people regard the necromancers as their mortal enemies.

As for going north, it's even more impossible.

His ancestor was a traitor who escaped from the frozen soil because of his disagreement with his ideas. It would be easier for him to be burned to death by the Holy Light than to return to the Shadow Temple.

Heine shook his head and asked:

"Is your house resistant to burning?"

Dylan frowned, wondering what this had to do with the house being resistant to burning.

Heine smiled and said: "Since they didn't bring any large equipment, they must stand outside and set off a round of fire. Can your castle withstand it? Don't tell me that this manor was never designed at the beginning." Have you considered this day coming?"

Dylan was stunned for a moment, then smiled strangely.

"The Kitilers have been waiting for this day for a long time."

...

It turns out that the Kittys have been waiting for a long time.

Dylan activated all the traps and restrictions in the manor, and the originally quiet and peaceful ancient castle instantly turned into a gloomy haunted house.

Even the string of blood-sucking vines that turned into dried chili peppers on the outer wall suddenly became plump and squirmed along the wall and retracted into the house.

Dylan emptied the bin of materials and locked Arthur and George inside.

Then he went to the loft at the top with all his fighting power.

As soon as the door opened, the three skeletons climaxed directly!

Mr. Sa: "Holy shit, why are you touching equipment before the fight even starts?"

Teacher Xia: "And the boss personally brought them to touch them, and they were neatly stacked!"

Catching Sheep: "This is much more than what we saw when we entered the loot room after defeating the boss. How much equipment did this npc give us?"

Mr. Sa: "Stop talking, brothers, even ten regiments from the opposite side can't bury us this time. I'm telling you! Even Xanatos can't save them!"

This time the two of them did not refute, because they thought so too.

Dylan was ready for a fight to the death and opened his inventory for Heine to choose from.

He also applied special potion on the foreheads of the three skeletons and Heine.

In this way, most of the mechanisms and puppets in the manor would not accidentally hurt them.

This is a haunted manor after all, and the jars on the shelves may be possessed by wandering spirits, and they may suddenly fall down and hit you on the head.

Although Heine knew that this was completely redundant - these three guys were probably much more familiar with the mechanism than Dylan.

But this is fine, there is an explanation for everyone.

Listening to the three people in his mind commenting on the equipment as if naming the dishes, Heine also began to serve the dishes attentively.

He put on the first robe in his life, and picked up two rings, a necklace and a staff.

Zhu Yang changed into a set of blood-red armor, which was said to be made of hemolytic wood.

After putting it on, his "bone and flesh connection" seemed to be activated.

The originally faint blood turned red to black in an instant, and the whole person looked no worse than the warrior brother in his heyday.

Teacher Xia abandoned the slightly enchanted leather armor and instead let the blood-sucking vines wrap around her body, outlining a light tights.

Good guy, massacre, huh?

Not only that, he also collected most of the poison bottles.

Those potions were closely protected by the twigs of the vampire vine, like vesicles growing on the surface of the banyan tree, making him look as scary as possible.

As for Mr. Sa, he wore a robe over his mail.

When Heine first did this, Dylan looked at him weirdly.

It wasn't until he watched this guy use the magic pocket's ability to hold multiple scrolls to insert at least 100 arrows that he realized that people's brain circuits are different.

In the end, Heine distributed almost all the equipment and props in the attic.

The Gitiles were numb to this.

The three of them didn't suspect anything.

The sheep-catching outfit is obviously a suit, and you can tell that in person.

The order of Teacher Xia and Mr. Sa was changed by Heine - the blood-sucking vine was wanted by Mr. Sa, and the poison bottle was the favorite of a certain rogue.

But this doesn't matter, everyone is armed to the teeth anyway.

Instead, they marveled at Heine's understanding of "making the best use of everything and looking forward to the future."

After that, under Heine's arrangement, they each retreated to their respective areas, waiting for people who didn't know whether they were alive or dead to come to their door.

...

"To be honest, I have never been so excited when we were the first in the world to enter the Qingdean Palace."

Mr. Sa couldn't hide the perversion in his tone. If his bones hadn't been unable to secrete adrenaline, he would have been shaking with excitement.

Teacher Xia smiled and said: "It's normal. After all, it was a boss fight. How could it be as exciting as being a boss now?"

Catching Sheep: "Brothers, I have only one request - don't die, and survive with Heine, okay?"

"Ojbk!"

"no problem!"

...

With a bang, the iron door of the manor was smashed open.

Battle to defend the haunted manor...

Officially begin.

(w), I originally planned to update one more chapter, but I suddenly had a party tonight, so the copy will start tomorrow! (Shamelessly asking for votes?