Oracle Bone Script

Anfuni frowned at this moment. After all, she was not the full-term Elves. Her years of experience in rituals made her realize that the Butterfly Girl was extraordinary.

The instant Li Ziran touched the Butterfly Girl's lower abdomen, it seemed as if a kind of Elemental Bug were frantically gathering.

The wound that looked like a knife cut was actually the extraordinary power released by the gathered Elemental Bug.

Although she didn't know what kind of Elemental Bug it was, she could sense that it possessed the property of tearing apart.

Curses, sacrifices, transformations, and Sacrifice —these extraordinary powers all stimulate the Elemental Bug, releasing the power they inherently possess. Undoubtedly, this particular Elemental Bug just now instantly gathered and activated its inherent abilities.

But Anfuni had a question: Elemental Bug don't gather for no reason; they only release their extraordinary power when guided by a specific magic circle.

To put it simply, without external interference, the Elemental Bug itself is quite stable.

"What exactly is this thing?" Anfuni was full of questions. As the White Tiger Priest of the Elven Race, this was the first time she had ever seen such a strange sight. If it were instinctive, she could summon Elemental Bug to gather, so the thing inside its belly was no ordinary thing.

Just as she was beginning to suspect something, Li Ziran had already covered the other woman's lower abdomen with her skirt again.

He didn't plan to take on this matter; it was troublesome, strange, and somewhat incomprehensible.

Just as he was about to give up, the bones in his pocket suddenly started vibrating, and Sandrew's voice appeared in his mind out of nowhere. "You see? Isn't she an Undead genius? Li Ziran, help me, save her. I heard Gegwu say that you like trading."

Li Ziran glanced at his pocket, quite suspicious. The Butterfly Girl in front of him showed no signs of Necromancer, not even a Necrotic Force. She was just a pure feather girl. If you disregarded her beauty, she was no different from any other girl on the street.

Sandrew is one of the three great Undead Magister of the Undead Nest; how could he not realize that?

Could it be that he has ulterior motives?

Li Ziran shook his head. If he had such an idea, he could simply force his way in. Those Minotaur outside were no match for Sandrew.

Moreover, judging from Sandrew's tone, he was determined to fight to the death.

This is troublesome. Knowing that his finger was injured for no reason was already a huge problem, but Sandrew's word "deal" deeply moved Li Ziran.

He was struggling to learn Necromantic Magic, but the other party was willing to make a deal, and they hit it off immediately.

He wouldn't even need to prepare enough gifts for Gegwu anymore, but is that realistic?

That's Corpse Witch summoning.

"I need to learn Corpse Witch Summoning!" Li Ziran communicated telepathically. He mustered his courage and tried it, knowing that even if he failed, he would have a way to retreat.

"No problem!" Sandrew answered with an oddly quick response.

"I need to start learning now." Li Ziran was being a bit too forward, but he wanted to see just how much Sandrew cared.

The moment the sound faded, an image appeared in my mind.

The basement was pitch black, with only a few torches providing light.

At the very center of the light sat a slender old man, Sandrew, and in front of Sandrew lay a human corpse.

At this moment, Li Ziran could clearly see wisps of milky-white energy seeping from Sandrew's fingertips and gently touching the corpse.

Immediately, the flesh and blood on the surface of the corpse began to bubble, and layers of oil and water sizzled out. In the center of the oil and water was a slowly rotating white bone dot.

No matter how much oil and water churn, the bone points act like steel nails, pinning the skin and flesh to the bones. As the oil and water are squeezed out, only the flesh remains, tightly bound to the bones.

Sandrew acted quickly; with each click, a bone point was created, and the flesh withered away. After clicking hundreds of times, a shriveled corpse was formed.

These bony points, like stars, are distributed throughout the body.

He was Organ Witch Doctor, and he had a clear understanding of this perception. There were seven in his head, three in his teeth, one at the base of his ear and between his eyebrows, and one in his pupil. These bone points covered almost all the organs in his body.

Just as Li Ziran was focused on the bone point, Sandrew in the image suddenly stood up, straddled the corpse, and pressed his finger on the bone point. A strange thing happened: as his finger was dragged, a thread like a hair was pulled out and connected to another point of light. Then, as he was slowly pulled, another thread was pulled out.

The old man was like a meticulous painter, carefully connecting the scattered bone fragments with his brush.

As each bone point connected, the entire outline slowly began to emerge. These threads formed an oval pattern that perfectly enveloped the corpse, converging at the heart point as the last bone point was completed.

At this moment, Sandrew's expression also became serious, and he could feel the other person's panting even through the image.

The finger gently left the bone point, but the hair-thin thread did not break; instead, it continued to flow subtly along the corpse's chest as the finger moved.

Horizontally and vertically, bend the hook horizontally and vertically!

Each stroke flowed naturally, and the silk thread gradually formed a character as Sandrew's fingers moved.

The script was unusually strange, extremely thin, and looked like a rib, or even more like a tangled mess.

As the characters took shape, the corpse trembled slightly.

Li Ziran's heart skipped a beat, as if Corpse Witch had been born in an instant.

At this moment, he saw streaks of milky white light originating from the center of the text, flowing along the hair-like channels and penetrating each bone point, instantly enveloping the entire corpse.

Even through the image, Li Ziran could sense the Necrotic Force flowing through the corpse's body.

But Sandrew wasn't finished. After all the bones lit up, he began to fill in the gaps between the lines with words, each word as delicate as a bone.

Li Ziran had a strange feeling, as if he were filling in the Tadpole Script in the Transformation Array with Frog Sweat.

Each time a character is entered, it extends tendrils of light that actively cling to the nearby light. As more and more characters are entered, a dense, spiderweb-like coil forms within the entire corpse.

Li Ziran completely ignored the corpse, as if he had entered a night sky entirely formed of Bone Script.

Densely packed, like countless stars.

He was horrified; he had never seen such an intricate magic array before. The characters, which looked like ants, filled almost a thousand of them.

This is absolutely masterful.

Li Ziran knew the Transformation Spell better than anyone else. The more Tadpole Script- like characters filled the Transformation Spell, the more stable, longer-lasting, and more refined the resulting Light of Transformation would be.

Up to now, he has only been able to fill the Transformation Array with 182 Tadpole Script, but there are already over a thousand in front of him.

Just as Li Ziran was sighing, the corpse suddenly stood up, countless characters flashed, and each bone point shone like a star, but all the brilliance was suppressed by the huge character at the heart.

Centered on this character, bone dots, silk threads, and characters form a complete magic circle.

Yes, this is a magic circle.

The corpses are no longer controlled by elemental power, but by a three-dimensional magic circle supported by the Undead Force.

A simple magic circle brought the corpse back to life.

"Li Ziran, is it ready?" Sandrew asked, while a vast amount of text flooded into his mind.

Each one was slender and bone-like, some tall, some thin, some crooked. These words settled in his mind and eventually formed completely the knowledge that Li Ziran could understand.

Oracle Bone Script!

The Necromancer's most basic script, these characters are layered and crammed together, like a dictionary stuffed into his mind.

Li Ziran excited, but even more helpless.

Each Oracle Bone Script is simple, but the connections between Oracle Bone Script are so complex that they inspire awe.

Undead!

The countless undead creatures that awe the entire world and strike fear into the hearts of all living beings are sustained by these simple words.

Call!

He let out a long sigh and then came into contact with another written language.

He wasn't surprised as I'd imagined; instead, he became even more meticulous.

Right now, we only have a basic understanding of these words, just knowing their surface meaning. But to truly master them, we must continuously learn, explore, and practice.

"Li Ziran, I've already given you what you asked for!" Sandrew's urging voice rang out again. He had already paid the fee and now wanted the result.

Li Ziran smiled bitterly to himself. From the beginning, he had thought that summoning Corpse Witch would be extremely difficult, and that he would need to have enough leverage to obtain it from Necromancer. But now, before he had even Necromancer, this spell had fallen from the sky.

Moreover, it was Sandrew himself who demonstrated it; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call this image of energy flow an exclusive legacy.

In particular, that entire set of Oracle Bone Script was practically an introductory textbook for a Necromancer.

I benefited greatly from it.

One of the things he most wanted to do was inexplicably resolved; the twists of fate were truly unfathomable to him.

After that, all he needs to do is find the method for Soul Replacement, and after practicing, he may be able to control a Corpse Witch and then transplant organs into himself.

Congratulations!

However, along with his joy, Li Ziran felt an immense pressure. Sandrew had given him such an important inheritance without hesitation, which showed just how important the Butterfly Girl was.

If something goes wrong, Sandrew will turn him into Corpse Witch.

With that in mind, Li Ziran didn't hesitate and took out Sacred Potion from his spatial ring.

Since they're being so generous, and I, Old Li, am not a stingy person, I should at least show my sincerity.

Now that she's in his hands, this girl absolutely... can't die!