There should be two days left before the funeral of Amplitude 300. If he remembered correctly. Nese thought.
He wondered why he suddenly remembered this now. He was now in the central crypt, but not in the central crypt of the necropolis where he had found Willy Shaw. He was in the inner chamber of another cemetery, one of the first great cemeteries built with the help of brilliant spirits in ancient times.
Perhaps the first, oldest, and largest one.
never mind. No need to kid yourself. There is no "maybe". This is the original, oldest and largest cemetery. Nese said to herself. There is ample evidence. For example, the cemetery lord who just appeared and then found an excuse to leave slowly was exactly the same as the cemetery lord described by Chaint.
Stretch the intestines and lining. He is also the first undead leader to successfully transform from an ordinary zombie into a psychic. He was the first serious cemetery lord in history - anyway, he was the only one who survived from that era to the present. Whatever he says is fine.
In other words, this is the largest necropolis. It is a "big cemetery". If you weren't in it, you would inevitably find it quite funny.
So it's not funny.
Nese's eyes followed a skeleton rat with a row of fingernails protruding from its crest. It had been spinning wildly around here when he came, almost spinning out of Mars now. He stood straight in the deepest corner of the Killing Domain, leaning his head on the crack and lowering his eyes. There are countless undead squirming back and forth in the soil above our heads, and every few meters there is a trap set up by an ancient spirit body thousands of years ago - not to mention intruders, not even these slow guys themselves. Might know how to get through them quickly and safely.
But Nese knows it and can pass it. The important thing is that he also understands it. If he hadn't just been abducted and locked up in this damn dungeon, this would be something to be proud of. "I told you a long time ago. Isn't this beyond the knowledge point we talked about?" If Chaint knew about the current situation, he would say this. It sounds pleasant, but it sounds doubly uncomfortable.
The Demon Duke indeed used the thick notes in his study to tell him the basic knowledge about these killing realms and the elements needed to walk in them. It's just that I was anxious and careless, holding on to a little bit of luck, and suddenly lost it.
This was the most unforgivable part, it was entirely his own fault. If he had to blame, he could only blame himself.
Why is he so anxious and careless?
There is a circle on the wall. The skeleton mouse ran into the circular indentation and ran along it for a while. Finally, he found a hole that was only half the size of his body and plunged into it. It fluttered hard and broke one of its feet with a bang. The mouse, which had only a skeleton left, didn't know the pain and continued to crawl into the hole desperately.
Tiny cracking sounds of "crack" and "crack" were heard. Unlike the mice, Nesse did not search for gaps in the dungeon. He crawled like a headless fly into a gap that was destined to be a dead end. But he still felt like it.
The rat suddenly let out a loud, final crack. Squeezed flat. The center of the circle was panned aside like a trapdoor, sweeping the rat's remains to the floor. A dreary hole appeared in the wall, and the unpleasant smells from inside the dungeon poured in, forming a wave of unpleasant exchanges. Nese did not take advantage of the opening of the cave to try to escape.
He can no longer be anxious or careless.
A leg covered with rust and whose original color could not be seen clearly—the only reason it was called a leg was because it was responsible for contact with the ground—stepped in. It took about five minutes to move the intestines and lining in, which was really longer than five hundred years. Nesai stared at the dirty thing slowly squirming, restraining her inner impulses.
Why does he still have so many impulses?
"Ah. Sorry."
Shanchang·Ling finally moved himself into the dungeon and spoke. "I forgot to get something just now." The cemetery lord let out a naive laugh, and a semi-solid substance like fertilizer continued to drip from the corner of his mouth.
He raised a thick "arm", revealing something inlaid on the front end - it was wrapped in something like excrement, and even the original color and shape could not be seen clearly. "So I went back to get it. I've been waiting for a long time. This gentleman." He stretched his intestines and bowed his waist, patting almost ten intestines on the ground. "I'm going to—"
"Stop talking. Let me go. Dead meat." Neese said.
"Ah." The cemetery lord paused and then smiled gently, "Why do you say that suddenly? We don't often have new guests here." He raised the ball above his head, "Dear guest, I want to treat you well. Welcome……"
"I'll be your guest next time. Dead meat." Nese interrupted, trying to sound as strong as possible. He stared at the foul-smelling hole behind the lining - the graveyard lord seemed to have forgotten to close the door when he came in, and the round mold used as a plug was still leaning against one side of the wall. And this guy's movements were so slow, as if he could easily escape by just jumping deep and breaking out of the hole.
Impulsive, impatient.
Nese gritted her teeth and seemed to hear Yi Chaint's words ringing in her mind:
"Lie more, avoid questions more cleverly. Emphasize that the other person is in a state of death. This is the secret to communicating with undead creatures - if you want to communicate. If they can't understand this, they will be led away by you. But there is one thing. Be careful that when facing psychics - that is, cemetery lords - you must not perform actions that seem very tempting. They have been transformed by ancient spirits and can be around without actively injecting spirit. Create various misleading environments. You should have seen it in the books. This is their core means of protecting the necropolis and their own people. Don't accidentally fall into such a trap."
"What happens if you get caught in a trap?" he remembers asking.
"It makes you look stupid."
When he thought of these words, he seemed to hear the devil's chuckle.
In any case, he had fallen into a trap. Being locked up here. Nesse stared at the huge gap between the hole and the lining. He is stupid. Not to appear. He had to admit that, even though Chaint had been hard for him to understand lately, he still wanted to listen to him. Facing this second trap, he will never be in a hurry to take the bait again, but he will lead the rhythm——
Why doesn't he just...
"Dead meat." Nesse shouted, "Put down what you are holding and let's chat for a while. I am very interested in the affairs of your killer organization."
"Really?" The guy who looked like a ball of excrement trembled, as if he was flattered. "Do you want to chat with me? My lovely and rare guest?"
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