Please Help Me
Li Ziran stood blankly in front of the Mage Tower, staring at the endless Corpse Mountain, feeling very unconvinced.
Why wasn't the Corpse Witch explained to him this afternoon?
Does it mean that just because I'm in a good mood and a student is willing to talk to me, I can take away their precious study time?
Learning Corpse Witch is the most important thing. Besides, he's currently brimming with mental energy. With such abundant mental energy, what else could he be doing but practicing Corpse Witch?
You old man, you have absolutely no credibility.
In protest, Li Ziran manipulated the corpse in front of the magic tower, hoping that Sandrew would see his painstaking efforts and offer some guidance.
Unfortunately, this was just a minor tantrum. He had completely drawn the outline of the Corpse Witch Formation, playing the string-pulling trick with great skill, but Sandrew still hadn't appeared. In the end, he had to stop at the most crucial Bone Script.
Despite his wholehearted control over his mental and Necrotic Force, the Bone Script were far more complex than he had imagined. Every single stroke was wrong, or the curvature was incorrect, and the entire text would instantly crumble.
"If only I could give you a little guidance!" Li Ziran thought to himself with a wry smile.
That's the advantage of having a teacher; they can always correct mistakes in the most subtle and error-prone areas in time. I sighed inwardly, feeling resentful but helpless.
He has no idea how many mistakes there are in his current Bone Script drawing.
It seems his judgment was correct. The Butterfly Girl matter really can't be rushed. Given Sandrew's current temperament, once the organ transplant is completed, there probably won't be any profit left.
He left the Corpse Mountain with a helpless expression, but as soon as he entered Blackwind Pass, his mind started working. He went straight to a morgue and found House.
"Demon? Are you crazy, Lee? I can give you a batch of criminals, but Demon is just ridiculous." House shouted when he heard Li Ziran's request.
"I know it's difficult, but there's always a way, right? You have a lot of connections, you should be able to find a few, right?" Li Ziran said with a smile. This kid owed him several favors, and he couldn't possibly repay them with just a few slaves.
He really needs to learn about Demon to see if there are truly souls that can be reborn infinitely. If so, then he won't have to worry about the soul problem anymore.
Of course, this is somewhat of an exaggeration, but at least some Demon races possess this talent.
"A few? Heh, don't even think about it. You know the market. Demon aren't something you can just find anywhere. Any one of these guys would be public enemy number one. Besides, do you think anyone who dares to come to the Red Soil Continent is some small fry?" House didn't mince words and directly refused. "I don't have those connections. I guarantee even the slave traders around me don't have that ability."
"I can offer a high price!" Li Ziran placed half a bottle of the Carnivorous Flower's essence directly on the table.
House's eyes lit up. He knew the value of this bottle in Blackwind Pass, but he still shook his head. "It's not about the money, Li. You've helped me a lot and saved many friends. I should help you even if you don't give me a single copper coin, but I can't help it. My abilities are really limited. Demon are extremely rare on the Red Soil Continent."
Li Ziran didn't move, just staring straight at House.
Feeling the silence in the room, and especially seeing the dark, man -Carnivorous Flower's semen, he added, "However, since you're so sincere, I might be able to think of a way."
After saying that, he secretly reached out and grabbed the Carnivorous Flower's elixir, grinning at Li Ziran, "Let's check the goods first."
Li Ziran rolled his eyes. Were there slaves you couldn't buy in the Wasteland?
When will the goods be delivered?
House put away the liquid and chuckled, "Tomorrow, tomorrow at noon, how about it?"
"Didn't you say you were out of stock?"
"I just remembered, I think I have one hidden away, I almost forgot about it if you hadn't mentioned it, a Firetail Imp, that guy's Tail is a powder keg..."
House was about to boast about the benefits of the Firetail Imp when his voice suddenly stopped, and he looked toward the doorway.
At that moment, a shadowy figure stood silently, staring intently at Li Ziran.
He was a Corpse Witch, shrouded in a black cloak adorned with a Bone Bird, signifying his identity as Corpse Witch of Sandrew.
"The master is looking for you!" The dry voice was squeezed out of his throat, with a metallic taste.
Looking for me?
Could it be that he had a change of heart and wanted to make up for the time he had lost?
But his mental energy is now almost completely depleted.
The thought had barely crossed his mind when Li Ziran extinguished it. There was simply no such possibility. He wasn't new to the workforce; he had a deep understanding of the nature of all living beings.
If Sandrew had this kind of awareness, he wouldn't have been kicked out today.
However, the fact that the Corpse Witch suddenly appeared at Blackwind Pass and went directly to House Morgue indicates that things were urgent.
Something must have happened to the Butterfly Girl.
Sandrew will inevitably ignore advice and act recklessly.
He really wanted to teach Sandrew a lesson and let him experience what it felt like to lose credibility, but the thought was quickly extinguished as soon as it arose.
He could do it, but there's no need.
Because while it might feel comfortable, it doesn't bring any benefit whatsoever.
He is a pragmatist.
Despite not wanting to help Sandrew at all, he left with the Corpse Witch.
The Corpse Mountain was still the Corpse Mountain, and the magic tower was still the same familiar magic tower, but Sandrew's appearance had completely changed.
His usually neat hair was now disheveled, his eyes were staring blankly into the air, and his body was covered in various inks.
There was a small blackboard in front of him, covered with various symbols, Oracle Bone Script, lines, and magic circles. Yet, he stood frozen in place, muttering to himself, looking just like a dejected madman.
The moment Li Ziran entered, Sandrew's pupils suddenly flashed with light. He leaped up from the spot like a wild dog and appeared in front of Li Ziran in the next instant, grabbing his hands tightly and saying in a trembling voice, "Li, you must help me."
Li Ziran could clearly feel that Sandrew was trembling, as if he had been given hallucinogenic drugs, and his mental state was very abnormal.
He'd only been gone for two hours, how did things get like this?
"Master, what's wrong?" Li Ziran asked.
"She!" Sandrew pointed to the lying Butterfly Girl. "She's not speaking."
Li Ziran didn't understand that the Butterfly Girl was currently being controlled with anesthetic drugs to prevent her from waking up and committing suicide. Her body's nutrients were being supplied by injections.
But soon he realized that Sandrew wasn't talking about the Butterfly Girl, but the Embryo in his womb. Clearly, Sandrew had been communicating with the Embryo during his absence.
I glanced subconsciously at the rune array on the small blackboard. Had we been playing an Undead -themed mini-game all along?
The blackboard was covered with dense runes, and Li Ziran could only barely make out a few Oracle Bone Script. The symbols, lines, and structures connecting the Oracle Bone Script were completely cryptic, clearly indicating that this was the most advanced topic in Undead.
Genius?
What a genius!
Li Ziran didn't believe it; could such a topic be explored with an Embryo that hadn't even fully developed?
He can't even depict the oracle Oracle Bone Script, the core of Corpse Witch. Is this the difference between a genius and an ordinary person?
He didn't want to accept reality, but he had to admit that everything before him showed that the truth was probably not much different from what he had guessed.
"Master, what's wrong?" Li Ziran asked softly, needing to understand the situation.
"The Deathly Silence Dragon!" Sandrew pointed to the small blackboard and said the name of an Undead, "A kind of Undead that has become extinct, an enhanced Bone Dragon. Once it is fully formed, it can create a unique Deathly Silence Domain. This is a subject I have been working on for many years. If I succeed, I may become Titled Necromantic Archmage."
I thought there was no chance, but she just helped me decipher the most important Oracle Bone Script chain. This chain can compress and break through death force, generating the Deathly Silence Force. But at the last step, she suddenly stopped speaking. Li, I beg you, make her speak, make her talk."
Beg?
Li Ziran stared blankly at the mentally confused old man, unable to comprehend that such words could come from the mouth of Archmage Undead.
What circumstances could have driven them to this point?
Is this the exploratory desire of a madman?
Li Ziran wanted to laugh inwardly. If he had to ask himself, then who could he ask?
He was unclear about what had happened that afternoon. After questioning him, Sandrew confirmed that he had not fed the soul and that his organs were normal, so he was not lying.
According to Sandrew, communication had been inexplicably cut off for the previous two weeks, but it reappeared after he absorbed the soul.
"Could it be due to the growth of the soul?"
Could I absorb another soul, provided that the Embryo has a soul?
Li Ziran walked up to the Butterfly Girl, stared at the writhing uterus, released the Transformation Spell, and dark light gradually enveloped her.
This time, there was no immense resistance as he had imagined, and his uterus remained unchanged. However, a slender snake-like soul appeared before him, not as large as the one he had swallowed, but much longer than the soul Sandrew had sent into him.
Sure enough, a new soul has appeared.
His guess was correct; Demon can regenerate their souls, or more precisely, the Embryo before him could be reborn.
The Devouring Curse is activated, the soul disappears, no new crystals are formed, but the Spirit World is filled.
"Master, try again."
Sandrew stepped forward, pressing close to the Butterfly Girl. A smile suddenly appeared on his blank face, like a child who had just received a lollipop. He nodded repeatedly at Li Ziran, saying, "Yes, yes, yes, I can hear her."
After saying that, he hurriedly picked up the black pen that had fallen to the ground and quickly started drawing circles on the blackboard, muttering to himself:
"Does the seventeenth Oracle Bone Script need to connect with the Dark Script? How can we mitigate the conflict caused by the fusion of different scripts? The Hister Buffer Array? Yes, that's brilliant! How come I didn't think of that? Use the Histor array as an intermediary, and then connect it to the Dark Array, the Death Array, and the Silence Array. But that doesn't make sense either; the Undead power of these arrays would neutralize..."
While scratching his head and muttering to himself, he would beam with joy when happy, and furrow his brows when puzzled. Sometimes he would sit in place deep in thought like a stone statue, but most of the time he would whisper and discuss things with the Butterfly Girl's lower abdomen.
The small black wooden board was already crammed with dense runes, but after each discussion, Sandrew could always send even smaller characters into the magic circle.
Li Ziran looked at them from afar and couldn't understand them at all, but he could feel the weight of those words.
This small blackboard is a giant magic circle, and within the magic circle are rings of magic circles. Within these magic circles are even smaller magic circles, layer upon layer. There are at least four or five layers of magic circles combined with each other. The final Oracle Bone Script is only the size of a mosquito. At a glance, the entire magic circle contains at least tens of thousands of characters.
Li Ziran couldn't help but think of his own specialty, the Transformation Array, which he only had a little over a hundred of. Compared to this array, it was like a mouse compared to Elephant.
Could this be... the world of geniuses?