free lich

() The days go out and the days go down, and the cycle goes back and forth. Wang Xiaoming's death is insignificant at all, and it didn't have the slightest impact on this world that didn't belong to him. Of course, if there must be an impact, it would be the bankruptcy of the Salo Chamber of Commerce, which has always had a good reputation. Yes, and then a large number of high-quality slaves emerged in the slave market in Britain, which made many buyers happy. . .

On the eastern outskirts of Arrasch City, in a huge villa, a man who looked to be in his 30s was concentrating on dissecting a corpse. It was more like processing than dissection. The short knife skillfully cut open the abdominal cavity of the corpse, and cut out all the tissues except the heart in an orderly manner. What is even more strange is that once the internal organs, which were obviously full of body fluids, left the body, they immediately formed a layer on the surface. Frost, viscous and dirty body fluids were sealed inside, and then the man casually threw it into the trash can beside him.

From the man's skilled operation, it can be seen that he must have dissected many corpses. Of course, if his thoughts are a little darker, it can be considered that he has even dissected living people. In just a few minutes, the body of this male corpse The abdominal cavity was cleaned out, and only a single heart remained on the left side of the chest.After doing this, the man took a breath and wiped the unwarranted sweat on his forehead with his sleeve.

Then he began to use a knife to carve complex lines on the skin of the corpse. This pattern was similar to the magic circle on the stone slab the corpse was lying on, but it was much more complicated.And in the process, the man occasionally glanced at the book floating in the air next to him. There were many strange-shaped characters written in a mess on the book, as well as combined lines like ghostly drawn symbols.The light in the room was dim, all the windows were closed tightly, and the curtains tightly blocked the sunlight outside, but this didn't seem to affect the man's sight.

In the slightly empty room, there was only the sound of a knife cutting meat. There was a row of huge transparent jars filled with a light blue liquid in front of one wall. Some of the jars contained corpses, some of which had rotted, and some remained intact. Body, from time to time, a few air bubbles will emerge from the skin of the corpse.

Finally, the man carved strange patterns all over the body of the corpse. With a wave of his hand, the book automatically closed and flew to some chaotic bookshelves on the other side of the room.It's just that its return made the bookshelf even more messy.

"The following is the injection of mithril." The man stretched out his hand, and the ring on the ring finger of his left hand gleamed for a while, and took out a piece of mithril from it. If such a large piece of mithril appeared in the magic commodity trading market, it would definitely make people Countless mages are crazy, but this man is obviously not surprised, and he didn't see what the man did. The mithril in his hand turned into a liquid, and at the same time it seemed to have become alive, following the previously engraved skin. The magic circle penetrated into the skin, and countless silver threads crossed and shuttled under the skin, finally converging on the heart.

At this time, if you use light to shoot this corpse, you will definitely find that his body will reflect light flickeringly.

Immediately afterwards, the man took out a magic spar the size of a quail egg, put it into the hole made in the heart beforehand, and emitted a trace of spiritual energy, stimulating the heart. jumped up.

Obviously seeing the beating heart, the man's expression was very excited, but this excitement didn't last long, as the heartbeat accelerated, the surface of the corpse began to crystallize, and after a while, the thick ice crystals covered the entire corpse pack.The heart also stopped beating.

It appears that the experiment failed. .

"Oh!"

The man waved his hand a little angrily and smashed the corpse, and extracted the mithril. The mithril gathered into a ball cooled down quickly, and the man threw it back into the space ring, "Hey, it failed again, and there are no usable corpses left. , it looks like I'm going to be a gravedigger again..."

After all, it was as if a blizzard had fallen in the whole room, and all the fragments of the corpse, and the internal organs in the trash can under the test bench, disappeared together with the man after a flash of blue light. .

Arrasch Cemetery is a relatively formal cemetery group, belonging to the city of Arraski. It is located in the southeast of Arraski, and behind it is a large forest. If you want to be buried here, you must pay a guardian fee. Used to protect your body from being stolen by, for example, gravediggers.

For the convenience of care, the cemetery is divided into many small groups. Each group will be assigned a tomb guard to prevent people from stealing the corpse. There are always few people here, except for the grave guards.

Desolation and silence are synonymous with this place, and some people call it an abandoned place in private.

Because most of the people buried here were civilians, the bodies of nobles would not be buried in such a place, so few people would come back to mourn them.

As night fell, a man walked through the cemeteries with a magic crystal lamp in his hand. It was obvious that he was the guy who said he wanted to rob graves and dig up corpses!

He came here to look for fresh tombs, because those who have just been buried have the lowest degree of decay and are suitable for experiments.

But not every day people are sent here for burial. In this world, the buying and selling of corpses is also legal, such as necromancers, they often use corpses, and in the hands of the ruling forces, people die every day, slaves , civilians, these corpses can be sold, so naturally some people will take risks to steal corpses, so most of the time they return without success.

After all, in his capacity, he didn't bother to compete with a group of ordinary people for a corpse, that would be too embarrassing.

"I'm a gravedigger with a strong ability to dig graves. I can dig dozens of graves every day. It's very beautiful..." While humming his own gravedigger song softly, Wandering in the cemetery, because with his ability, the grave guards didn't even have a chance to find him, so he was not in a hurry.

Britain is often shrouded in fog, but tonight is a rare sunny day, and the view is exceptionally wide. He immediately found a fresh tomb, "Huh? A new tomb?"

The man stopped in front of a grave, and reached out to grab the soil on the mound, "The soil is very new, it should be a newly buried tomb, I'm lucky today, I came across a new grave after walking for so long !"

In front of the bare grave there is only a tombstone and a bunch of flowers, "Don Quixote, born in [-], died on November [-], [-]. The person who erected the monument... Safi."

"Did you die at such a young age? As time goes by, your body will eventually turn into a pile of dry bones. Why don't you let me use it for experiments, which can be regarded as a benefit!"

In front of Xiao Ming's tomb, the mysterious man muttered a few words solemnly, then pointed out, the soil on the tomb began to shake, as if it had changed from solid to liquid, and the coffin under the tomb looked like a piece of water soaked in water. The foam slowly floated up.

Immediately afterwards, the metal nails nailed around the coffin groaned a few times, and were also pulled up by an unknown force. Finally, the coffin lid was opened, and the man saw the dead body lying inside.

Fair skin, curly hair, youthful appearance, "It's a pity to die so early..."

"Huh? This?" The man who was looking at Xiao Ming's body couldn't help being stunned, and asked two questions in succession, as if he had encountered something strange, "Interesting, I want to see what the reason is!"

The man pulled Xiao Ming's body out of the coffin, then restored the tomb to its original state, and did not intend to dig another grave. As soon as the blue light died, he disappeared into the cemetery.

It was still the same stone platform engraved with magic circles, but this time lying on it was Xiao Ming who had been stripped naked, and his dirty body had also been cleaned, except for a half-finger-wide wound on his neck that made him feel sick. The corpse looked a little hideous.

"People are dead, but the soul is not taken away by the god of death, but curled up into a ball and hidden in the body. This is really amazing!"

After talking a few words to himself, the mysterious man stretched out his left hand, and gently placed it on Xiao Ming's body. The light blue particles that appeared in the air continuously penetrated into Xiao Ming's body.

After maintaining it for a while, the mysterious man suddenly raised his hand, and a misty thin thread drilled out of Xiao Ming's body surface, entangled in the mysterious man's hand, and then the man began to pull the thin thread, forming a cluster like a cloud. The same thing was pulled out from Xiao Ming's forehead!

"Crack!" Just when the cloud was about to be pulled out completely, those thin misty threads were all broken, and the cloud-like thing sank into the body again.