Mystery: The whole good living master

The door was kicked open.

The guy in the chair turned around in horror.

"Not good! I've been discovered!"

The guy on the chair looked only about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a thin body, like a skeleton wrapped in skin. He wore an exaggerated bird-beak mask on his face, and his head was covered with a thick layer of black curly hair with golden highlights, which was hung with colorful pompoms and hairpins. One could not help but wonder where to start if they wanted to wash their hair.

The bird-beaked monster with a somewhat non-mainstream hairstyle slid off the chair, rolled and crawled, hitting the floor with its limbs, and ran to the corner of the room, where a magic wand was leaning against.

The wooden staff is as thick as an adult's forearm and about the same height as it. It is wrapped with dark blue cloth and inlaid with silver metal bands. The upper part of the wand is decorated with black and purple crow feathers, bent into a C-shaped hook with a few small skulls hanging on it. The bottom of the wand is a spherical counterweight.

It grabbed the staff and let out a long sigh, as if it had regained a sense of security. Then it waved the staff and said to Mu Fangge in a trembling voice: "No... Don't move! Back off!"

Mu Fange clenched his fists in vigilance, and asked a series of questions to the bird-beaked monster: "What are you? What's going on with the Skeleton City? What's going on with the tower that can't be escaped? What's going on with the black water? What's going on with the moving armor?"

The bird-beaked monster lowered his hands, as if lost in memories, and looked a little sad: "Oh...you are talking about that..."

Mu Fangge actually had no intention of having a heart-to-heart talk with this guy. He was approaching the bird-beaked monster on tiptoe, ready to use ground skills to lock it.

The bird-beaked monster said dryly to himself, "Me? I am nothing. I just exchanged everything I have for a gift from fate..."

Mu Fange showed no sympathy at all: "What about the Skeleton City?"

"Skull City is just a port city that separates the living and the dead..."

According to it, there is another world of the dead, and the entrance is the Skeleton City?

Mu Fange approached slowly and calmly: "There is a tower in the Skeleton City. The stairs in the tower are circular. Once you enter, you can't escape. Do you have any opinion on this?"

The bird-beaked monster's voice became more disembodied: "Oh... that was just a poor person who was imprisoned in the tower a long time ago. Later, the poor person was rescued by her hero, and the tower became empty..."

Mu Fange stuck behind it and asked, "So you are the mastermind behind this?"

"You can understand it that way, but I'm just a rebel who doesn't want to obey fate... What's the use of my insignificant resistance?" The bird-beaked monster took a deep breath: "Just like every adventurer who came to the Skull City, you came to kill me, right?"

"But I won't submit to fate like the previous owner of this place..."

The bird-beaked monster tossed his hair and waved his staff. "Go ahead! Let me see what you can do!"

……

"Huh? What about people?"

Apparently, the bird-beak mask had a very large blind spot, and the bird-beak monster didn't even notice Mu Fange who had come behind it while it was giving a speech about the pain of youth.

Mu Fangge lunged forward and pressed the skeleton-like bird-beaked monster to the ground, then he used a naked stranglehold on the monster, wrapping it around him like a beautiful snake.

The bird-beaked monster's locked limbs slapped the ground helplessly, and its throat was also pressed, so it could only make low, suppressed whimpers.

"Ah! Ah! Let me go!"

The bird-beaked monster screamed and grabbed the staff and smashed it to the ground. The oil paint patterns on the bird-beak mask emitted a charming fluorescence, the silver metal belt wrapped around the staff glowed green, and the four small skulls hanging on the staff floated up under the effect of magic, and soul fires of different colors burned in the eye sockets of the skulls.

"O undead! Obey my will and unlock all the chains that imprison your freedom!"

The bird-beaked monster was muttering something, and Mu Fange found that his joints were also emitting green light, and he had lost control of his body.

Mr. Korihi's body suddenly became stiff, but it just stopped as if the playback was paused. He still held the bird-beaked monster in the same posture as when the power was cut off, without releasing the force.

"What kind of magic is this?" Mu Fan Ge asked.

"Let me go!" the bird-beaked monster screamed.

Mu Fange tried and found he couldn't move. Mr. Korishi was like a naked statue, and he could and could only continue to perform a naked choke on the bird-beaked monster that he was choking.

"How can I let you go if you don't let me go?" Mu Fangge said he was powerless.

"I didn't restrict your movements at all, I used the unlocking spell!" The bird-beaked monster chirped and slapped the ground.

Mu Fange expressed helplessness: "But I can't move! Did you use the wrong spell, or open the wrong lock?"

"No, do you have a lot of locks on you?" The bird-headed monster scratched his head with his staff in confusion: "Uh, that's not right, my undead magic can only control corpses..."

The bird-beak mask on the bird-headed monster's face separated into two parts. It realized what was happening belatedly and opened its mouth in surprise, just like those skeleton soldiers with dislocated jaws.

"Your body can be controlled by undead magic. Do you know what this means?"

Mu Fan Ge tried to shrug: "Does it mean I'm dead?" After all, Mr. Koreshi had been dead for a long time.

The bird-headed monster shook his staff and said, "My undead magic cannot extract your soul. The fact that I can control you only means that you have no soul. Only a consciousness controls your body."

"And your body is a creation of flesh and blood magic. It is not very profound. It is just a simple accumulation of flesh and blood. The main thing is that the consumable materials are precious enough."

Mu Fan Ge smacked his lips calmly: "This is a lot of information. A body made by flesh magic, a simple accumulation of flesh and blood, and very precious consumables... But this is Mr. Koreshi's body. I remember that Seinnetel said before that Koreshi grew in a petri dish, and both the father and the mother are Mr. Morinvika. What does this mean? What does this mean?"

Mu Fange realized the hardware difficulties: he obviously didn't have enough brain cells to deal with such a troublesome problem.

"Ahem... I'm going to be strangled to death..." The bird-headed monster chanted another spell, and several skeleton shadows emerged from the ground to help pry Mu Fangge's hands open.

Mr. Korishi's physical strength was obviously beyond the bird-headed monster's imagination. The skeletons tried for a long time but were unable to defeat Korishi's iron wrist.

"Gah! Let me see what went wrong. Which lock was opened incorrectly?"

The bird-headed monster didn't move. It was unclear whether it was strangled to death or was feeling something.

Mu Fange felt a beam of cold light sweeping down at him, and red and green lights appeared in every joint of his body.

"Ok?"

The bird-headed monster made a confused sound.

"Reserved? Man-made?"

"you are not human……"

The bird-headed monster's voice became very serious.

"There's no difference between you and my alchemical creations... the only difference is the way they're made..."

“Although I haven’t dissected many living people, I can be sure that normal people don’t have the kind of switches reserved during production... uh..." The bird-headed monster considered his words: "For the convenience of inspection and repair..."

"You mean, there is an obviously man-made maintenance interface on my body? Once I press it, I can't move?" Mu Fange widened his eyes and tried to move twice, but Korixi's body still did not respond.

If this loophole really exists, it would be too dangerous. Mr. Korrishi's body could actually be controlled by the Undead Mage. What kind of Tauren skill is this? If it is exploited by someone with ulterior motives, it would lead to a disaster!

"Let me see how to turn off...flesh magic, rune array, I have never seen these words before..." the bird-headed monster muttered to himself.

The bird-headed monster was more important. Mu Fan Ge quickly threw out the yellow waste in his mind: "How about you show me? Can you write out of thin air?"

The bird-headed monster hesitated for a moment, then waved his staff, and some runes composed of green soul fire appeared in the air.

Mu Fange narrowed his eyes. These runes looked so familiar—they seemed to be Chinese characters, and in small seal script!

"Niwan is the home of all gods, and the gods are in a safe place"

Although Mu Fan Ge studied Business English, he had also learned some ancient Chinese in his general education class. If it was a single word that looked like a Chinese character, Mu Fan Ge could still comfort himself that it was a coincidence, but this whole sentence of fluent small seal script was even vertical! No matter how stupid Mu Fan Ge was, he couldn't continue to play dumb.

Mu Fan Ge swallowed in vain, his throat was hoarse, dry and sore, and his salivary glands stopped working.

"Can you... materialize all the runes for me to see?"

Mu Fange asked tremblingly.

"Don't make a noise, I'm thinking, I can definitely find the answer by exhaustive enumeration!"

The bird-beaked monster knocked the floor with its staff impatiently, and a skeleton shadow came up and covered Mu Fange's mouth.

Mu Fange was in a state of disarray and didn't care even if his mouth was covered.

According to his previous speculation, Seannetel should be fully responsible for using the petri dish to help Morinvika create the offspring Corish, so Seannetel must know about this rune and the interface...and this rune is Chinese characters, and it is ancient Chinese. Seannetel knows ancient Chinese, which is enough to make Mu Fange's CPU smoke.

Could it be that there was also guidance from Emperor Roselle? But Emperor Roselle was following the steampunk literary plagiarism route, which was totally unrelated to this kind of oriental fantasy! Could it be that Sean Netel was also a time traveler? This made sense, but in this case, Sean seemed a little too pretentious, and had deceived Huang Taotao for his entire life...

Mu Fan Ge didn't know how long he had been confused, when he suddenly heard the bird-beaked monster laugh:

"Okay! I figured it out! I told you that with my intelligence, I could definitely figure it out even if I had to exhaust all the examples!"

The bird-beaked monster propped up its body like a caterpillar and crawled out in arched form.

"Why don't you get up? I've already untied you."

The bird-beaked monster vigilantly kicked Mu Fange with its toes and turned him over.

"I don't think I've hurt anything. You're so pretty, you won't turn into a fool, right?"

Mu Fange stared at the sky blankly: "No, it's just that the amount of information is too much, let me slow down for a while..."

The bird-headed monster stared at Mu Fange. Perhaps it was out of maternal love or sympathy, it suddenly sat down next to Mu Fange and comforted him with the kindness of a veteran: "Hey, it's okay, young man. Let me tell you, maybe you suddenly discovered the truth today, and found that your entire fate was arranged, and that you are not a human being and can't do anything, not even resist or refuse. Maybe you think this is too sad, too cruel, and not fair at all, so everything is meaningless..."

Then the bird-headed monster jumped up, opened his arms, and shouted passionately: "But life must go on! You must live well and live better. Only then will it be meaningful and it will be the best way to fight against the arrangement of fate! If you die sadly, that would be a real failure!"

The bird-headed monster tried to pull Mu Fange up… but instead of pulling him up, he almost got pulled down…

The bird-headed monster called the skeleton phantoms to pull up Mu Fange and dragged him into the cloakroom: "Let me tell you how to live a passionate life!"

The bird-headed monster and the skeleton phantom pressed Mu Fange into a chair. The chair, which was covered with a layer of classical crimson velvet, was facing a skeleton-like dressing table. There were skulls on the dressing table and the mirror frame. No one knew where they came from.