Mulan had even sat down on the coffin lid, but to his surprise, the struggling inside soon stopped.
"Changed your tune already?"
Mulan curled his lip and climbed off the coffin lid, looking rather disappointed. Farolynch was no fun at all.
"Then stay in the coffin and recuperate. Starting tomorrow, I'll come straight here to give you a crash course. You should recover in a few days."
Mulan patted the coffin, then left the room and closed the door behind him. Perhaps Farolynch felt embarrassed that he was now enjoying something he had so fiercely opposed, because he said nothing.
Sure enough, early the next morning, Mulan appeared beside the coffin in Farolynch's room right on time. He had even brought breakfast, along with a thick book. After briefly greeting Farolynch, he began the lesson.
This book had not existed from the start. All the ink in it was fresh. Clearly, Mulan had barely slept the night before, spending almost all his time recording information in it.
The so-called Resurrector Path was indeed a difficult one, and not everyone who returned from the dead could be called a Resurrector. Only those who yearned for the light were true Resurrectors. The others went by all sorts of names, such as zombies and ghouls. Mulan had only truly confirmed that Farolynch was a Resurrector after spending some time with him.
A Resurrector had to meet many conditions. The first was rather demanding, but Farolynch had returned from the dead, and had been dead for a very long time, so he fulfilled it perfectly.
The first day covered nothing but the basics, not only about Resurrectors but also various other common knowledge. Whether Farolynch understood or not, Mulan picked out the important points from everything he could think of and explained them, recording