Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 7 Psychic

There is a deep and narrow path going down from the stone gate.

Heine had a good sense of direction, and he was familiar with the architecture of the burial ground. He soon realized that he had made a long circle along the foundation of the church and arrived at the utility room door entering the college.

Before stepping into it, a smell of blood overflowed.

Heine took out the key and opened the door. Behind the door was a purgatory-like situation.

The severed limbs and broken corpses of people were piled up into two hills on the ground, part flesh and part bone.

Dirty clothes, hair and blood on the ground formed a thick layer of dark brown paste, flies buzzed around and rats crawled across.

"Fuck..."

Teacher Xia was the first to exclaim.

"Is it so exciting? Fortunately, I'm a skeleton, otherwise I would probably have erupted..."

"It's a flesh and blood reshaping ceremony." Zhu Yang added: "Offering three times the bones and three times the meat to the skinned twins, in exchange for one person being reborn, this is the prerequisite for becoming a lich."

"Brother Yang is so professional. Does Bloody Dawn still have to carry this?"

"No, I found something wrong with this ritual at that time. The wet weight of human bones only accounts for 5-10% of the human body, but the ratio of bone and flesh in this ritual is 1:1. If the sacrifice is an equivalent exchange and follows the conservation of matter, then this It’s obvious that too many bones have been added, will he become a Bone Master after reshaping?”

"Awesome, Brother Yang, you are indeed an excellent egg hatcher!"

"You're a ghost hatching eggs. This junior high school biology level is good..."

Heine didn't stand still and listened. He opened the Eyes of the Dead and found the chopping board that was faintly glowing with blood in the mist of death.

This chopping board was very sinister, about ten centimeters thick, with scratch marks all over it, but the blood rolled off it like dewdrops on a lotus leaf without staining it at all.

The edge of the cutting board is studded iron, with a groove in the middle and a pull ring on the back, which can be used as a shield handle.

Although the skeleton was not breathing, Heine felt that the sheep behind him "held its breath."

He was nervous.

Heine empathized fiercely.

I was just as worried when I stood in front of Illidan's body.

He took out the chopping board, looked at it in surprise, and suddenly looked at his free right hand that was holding the sheep.

Pretend to think...

It suddenly dawned on me...

Decided!

"Come on, try this."

"Great!"

Zhu Yang took the chopping board excitedly.

The chopping board, which Heine could only turn over with two hands, was as light as a cushion in his hand.

Before he could see anything, Heine picked up the heavy bone-cutting knife again.

"I almost forgot about this. This is Hunter's treasure. Take it."

Zhu Yang threw down his sword excitedly and took it.

The knife is about forty centimeters long, with the blade taking up two-thirds of it. It is dark and narrow, faintly surrounded by blood.

"I am whole!"

If it weren't for the fear of scaring Heine, he would have performed a sword-and-shield-in-one, GP defense!

"Let's go."

Heine picked up the sword and asked the two to leave. Before leaving, he threw a Molotov cocktail.

If nothing else, this was a ritual for Principal Garay, and the wood and grease in the storage room were enough to burn it all.

……

Half an hour later, Heine completed a rough search with two skeletons, but found basically no results.

At this time, the academy was still far from becoming a dungeon. Except for the miserable situation in the storage room, other places were no different from usual.

But for the other two, it was a return trip to their old place, full of surprises.

"...This is supposed to be a trap."

"...There are no monsters in this laboratory."

"...This, this, this, the scene where Brother Yang and Kazuo are in charge, the God of War in the bathroom!"

"...I'm always worried about a ghost coming out of the corridor."

Every word the two exchanged was a warm memory in the game, but in Heine's mind it was a gloomy scene.

The last stop is the principal's office.

The door was unlocked and everything was unusually quiet.

While the two were still discussing in low voices whether the boss should be dragged out to fight, Heine opened the door directly.

A porcupine-like monster whose back is covered with forest-white bone spurs is writing at a desk.

In the sight of the Eye of the Dead, death energy merged into his body, like rivers flowing into the sea.

This is an irreversible undead distortion, and I am still a step too late...

Hearing the noise, it raised its head, revealing a terrifying face with protruding bones, and the appearance of Principal Garay could be vaguely seen.

Heine almost released his restraints and let the two of them rush, but Garay's eyes were clear and he stopped his thoughts.

This was not the first time Heine had seen this old man, and he remembered this look.

Garay squinted for a while before he recognized the person in front of him.

"Heine? I didn't expect it to be you."

"I didn't expect you to be like this."

"It's scary, isn't it?"

Garay put down his pen and smiled a smile that was uglier than crying.

"The ceremony was interrupted. Was it you? Where is Hunter?"

"died."

Garay was stunned at first, and then sighed: "I was wrong. I thought all your talents were in making money. This is your skeleton... huh?"

Facing the silvery will-o'-the-wisps in the skull's eye sockets, his eyes froze.

He suddenly stood up, and the bone spurs behind him made a rustling sound on the ground.

Heine immediately released part of the restraints and took half a step back, hiding behind the undead.

"I have no ill intentions."

Garay waved his hand and stretched out his right hand.

"You should have this too, right?"

Heine's pupils shrank suddenly, and there was a mark on the opponent's wrist that was the same as his.

"This is……"

"I guess you were also planted with a soul-repelling curse by Hunter. Everything about it is written in the suicide note. You can read it yourself later. Now talk to me about your skeleton - while I'm still awake."

The old man's eyes were sincere, and Heine agreed after a slight hesitation.

He briefly talked about the silver thread he saw and the summoning process, as well as the performance of the two of them along the way.

"...After the battle with Old Hunter, I had a guess. My skeletons seemed to retain some fighting consciousness. Especially when I loosened their restraints a little, their performance was simply better than that of experienced mercenaries. Even better.”

"Is this so..."

Garay mused.

At this time, the two of them had already exploded.

Teacher Xia: "Damn, we were still discovered!"

"To be honest, we should have discovered it a long time ago. The original servant of the Necromancer has trouble killing a chicken... We are obviously high-end goods."

"It looks like he won't turn into bone meal anymore. What do you think he is talking about with the boss?"

"It's good to ask the two of us if it counts as SSR, and then the two patients can talk about curses. This way, we don't have to pretend to be too stupid in the future."

"makes sense."

Heine was very satisfied with the reaction of the two people. He originally planned to gradually show that he realized and accepted the fact that "the undead have self-awareness", but Garay gave him a good step.

The principal spoke at this time.

"There are not only wandering souls in the underworld, but also a type of solid, strong individuals, called 'spirits', who retain part of their memories of life and possess intelligence similar to that of humans.

"Necromancers who can summon spirits often cannot see the wandering souls, and are also called 'necromancers'. The first Jitiler himself was a necromancer, but the inheritance has long been cut off.

"Your two skeletons are obviously spirits, and you are also a psychic. The soul-repelling curse has locked your location, and trouble may continue to come to your door in the future."

Heine asked: "Do spirits have their own consciousness? Will they betray the psychic?"

Garay shook his head: "I can't answer."

"How does the curse affect me?"

"It makes no difference to you."

Heine breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as there is no impact, as for man-made troubles, he is not worried about the soldiers coming to cover up the water and the earth.

Suddenly, Garei's body stooped, trembled violently, and let out a chaotic roar.

Before catching the sheep, he took a step forward to block Heine behind him, holding the chopping board in his hand eager to try.

Teacher Xia also silently walked around to Garei's side, turning the dagger at his fingertips.

"Don't worry yet!"

Heine quickly stopped the two of them.

After more than ten seconds, Garay recovered slightly. He raised his head, and now a bloodthirsty red light appeared in his eyes.