When I woke up, I was already in the Temple of Bones. Follow? Dream?. lā

I'm not dead, I'm not even healed.

Then, I saw the Dragonbone Lich, or rather, Rodriguez.

There is a legend of the dragon bone lich in Tianlan City, but no one has ever actually seen the great corpse witch, so when I heard his introduction, I couldn't connect the person in front of me with the legendary being who was even more powerful than the city lord.

He looked like a clean, blonde boy, no more than twenty years old at most, dressed in a large gray coat, and although he didn't smile, he didn't make people feel intimidated or nervous because he was good-looking.

After he introduced himself, he talked to me calmly, and in front of him, I confided almost all my secrets, at the time I only thought that he was warm and trustworthy, but only later realized that he was a worthy master of manipulating souls.

He told me that there was no need to worry about the Shi family's revenge, and there was no need to worry about Feng'er being implicated by himself, because I had a very outstanding talent, so I wanted to accept me as a personal disciple, and for this reason, I needed to live here for a period of time first, and slowly learn more advanced and mysterious knowledge.

Naturally, I agreed to it with satisfaction, with only one subsidiary request.

I hope I can bring Feng'er here.

Rodriguez didn't agree, and I didn't know until a long time later that it was his only kindness to me.

He told me that he doesn't accept family members here, and even I can't go to see him for a long time, but if I need to, I can watch Feng'er's every move from afar anytime and anywhere.

As he spoke, he pulled out a few light curtains, and I immediately saw scenes that I was familiar with.

One of them is our cave where Maede is sleeping.

I knew then that he was watching us all the time, all the time, all the time.

During the period of studying with Rodriguez, in all fairness, it was very happy, he was an extremely profound master, and any questions about his practice could be answered almost perfectly from him, and my cultivation was so great that even he would praise him very sincerely, which was comparable to that of his time.

Of course, the crude spells that he had practiced in the Shi family before would naturally not be used again, even if Rodriguez was also interested in elemental spells, but he told me that his highest achievements were achieved in necromancy, and if I were to inherit his mantle, there was no reason not to practice necromancy.

The Temple of Bones is not just the two of us, on the contrary, there are many, many people.

Most of them were seventeen or eighteen years old, and if you carefully distinguish them, they are the living and the dead.

In the Temple of Bones, it is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish between the living and the dead, their skin is smooth and warm, their hearts are paced, and their breathing is the same, but if you practice necromancy, you will find that the living have this bright flame on their chests, and the dead are a small candle flame.

Rodriguez called it the soul, and the way to see the soul was what he taught me with his own hands.

So for a long time, it was I who injected fuel into the souls of those who were dying out so that they could be reactivated.

It was as if I was the second master of this Hall of Bones.

In fact, it is also true.

I've come to understand that all those who are dead and alive have a common name.

Rodriguez called them primitives.

Because Rodriguez has lived too long, his original body has long been decayed, and with the gradual aging of the soul, even if he stays with a new body, the body will quickly be overwhelmed, so over the years he has changed his body faster and faster, and the demand for the body has also increased, but the most suitable age for the body is eighteen years old, in order to meet this requirement, every body over the age of eighteen will be delicately killed after the birthday, and the dead person who is transformed into activity will continue to serve as a reserve for the body.

So, of course, the blonde boy Rodriguez I saw was actually just a temporary body for him.

This is something I had already guessed but just confirmed, and although I had been able to accept this way of changing my body after a lot of necromancy, I couldn't help but go to Rodriguez and ask him why he did it.

He calmly told me that even if he could constantly transfer his soul, he was too old after all, and besides, because of a battle, he now only had the original one-third of his soul. Man has three souls and seven souls, but in fact he only has one soul and two souls left.

To put it simply, he's going to die.

But there are still last wishes that have not been fulfilled before he dies, so he needs more time.

My first wish was to find a successor to what I had learned, and I was glad to have met me when I thought I didn't have a chance.

The second wish is to be able to defeat the enemy who has brought him to where he is now, and this wish can only be fulfilled by me.

I naturally promised at that time that I would fulfill both wishes for the master.

Rodriguez laughed until he coughed until he finally stopped, and told me that even if the gods stepped on the other side, they might not be able to help her, and that even if you could reach the peak of your life in fifty years, you would not be able to stop a finger from her.

The problem was that my talent was too far behind him at the time.

I asked him, is there any way to beat her?

He smiled and said, "Of course."

After that day, he taught me Grey Eyes.

Necromancy, Breath of the Underworld, Yellow Springs Bridge, and Grey Eyes have so many strange aliases, yet Rodriguez only calls them Grey Eyes.

This is a forbidden secret technique that was only used during the War of the Hundred Clans, and not even Rodriguez himself.

He doesn't know how to use it, but he can teach.

The essence of gray eyes is to gather a large amount of death aura at the eyes, and when cultivated to the extreme, you can see through the disillusionment of life and death at a glance, crush the spirit, and manipulate the soul.

The method of cultivation lies in the aura of death.

The days in the Temple of Bones finally began to be painful, but I never flinched.

Rodriguez had several Death Dragon Crystals, and he took them out without hesitation, arranging an exquisite formation for me every day to make the Death Aura almost condense into a liquid state around me, and from time to time I had to take potions made from dragon dry bones and a variety of potions similar to corpse oil.

I didn't say no until he asked me to practice Grey Eyes on those bodies, and I refused.

It was the first time I'd seen him angry since I came here, and he asked me why angrily.

At that time, I had already noticed the changes in my body, under the influence of those death aura, my body had begun to die slowly, as a good necromancer, I knew that the only way to solve it was to stop cultivating Gray Eyes, but I wanted to help my master, so I didn't care about that.

After all, if it weren't for him, I would have died in the snowy valley.

But I don't want to use those living people as my own exercises, I clearly know the power of Gray Eyes, a little careless, will smear the other party into idiots, and at that time, I couldn't control the power of Gray Eyes.

So I cautiously begged him to find some magical beasts to practice first.

Rodriguez refused, and he calmly told me that Grey Eyes' practice was over for the time being, and that he would teach me spells that were more suitable for my current state.

That spell is called the Blood Curse.

Necromancy that slays your fellow people with a fresh blood curse.

For me, it's about cursing my own relatives with my own blood.

Rodriguez gave me two options.

Or try to kill your own parents.

Or, go and curse your brother with your own hands.