"You gave me a great gift."

……

After a deep look at Charles, the old man's gaze was once again on the strange creature, and after a few glances, he beckoned to it.

So the little thing, which was shy and timid just now, walked up obediently.

Slowly stroking the gray hairy head of the short man, and observing the ugly-looking little creature in front of him for a long time, the Death Knight finally raised his eyes to Charles.

"Looks like my return gift may have to be reconstructed."

"Reconstruct?" Charles was stunned, but the old man did not explain, but said, "Can you give me the note and feather?" ”

Charles didn't understand what he meant by a return gift, but it was clearly in his favor right now, and it wasn't a big deal to give up those two "surveillance" things, so he didn't hesitate to hear this. Pull out these two items directly.

The Death Knight took it and put it in his pocket, and then patted the little guy named Deathspirit in front of him on the head.

So as if he had a heart, the other party jumped directly and ran towards the outside of the house. When passing by Charles's side, he took a special look at him.

Watching it leave, the old man looked at Charles again: "What do you want to eat?" ”

He didn't mention the gift again, obviously it took time to prepare, and Charles didn't ask much, just wanted to say casually, but after thinking about it, this answer might not be polite, so he casually said: "The chicken roll is ready." ”

He noticed that this was the one who ate the most.

"Chicken rolls?" The old man shook his head when he heard this: "You don't like to eat this, I can see it." ”

"So?"

"How about a burrito?" "Burritos," he said. ”

Charles didn't have a problem with that, so he just nodded. But today it seems to be "stimulated", but the old man took the initiative to say something.

"A certain son of God once gave him a nickname, burrito."

As he spoke, he stood up and picked up two plates from the cabinet not far away, and there was no movement, but as soon as he turned around, two hot portions of food were placed in it.

"He's always been unwilling to be controlled by me, but I'm going to eat him sooner or later."

With that, he placed one of the plates on the table in front of Charles.

"Now, let's get a taste of what a real burrito looks like."

……

The days seem to have fallen back into the same dull state as before. Under the guidance of the Death Knight, Charles found several Trees of Resentment in this special space, and then purified them one by one.

As a result, three other Death Spirits were obtained.

The old man was grateful for this.

Charles didn't think he was doing anything good. Instead, he relied on those little things to cultivate the 13 Shadows of Resentful Spirits.

Yes, only 13 shadows.

It's not that there is a bottleneck in this ability, it's that the other Wraith Trees, or each Wraith Tree, contain different resentments.

However, Charles is basically satisfied with this.

13 shadows are equal to thirteen "lives", compared to the hazy and unclear ability of the original Wraith Ring, now Charles has an intuitive understanding of his own characteristics.

It's just that after all those "trees" were "purified", he had nothing else to do.

So, Charles began to practice spells.

……

The long breathing slowly weakened, and the heaving chest became more and more subtle, and finally, the young human lying on the hard bed fell into a complete still.

Whether it's the heartbeat, or the blood flow, or even the metabolism.

One, two, three...... As time passed, the young man's originally lustrous skin began to dull and gradually became dull and withered.

Under the quiet attention of the Death Knight, corpse spots began to grow on his body eventually.

Seeing this, the old man squinted, and then coughed dryly. So the corpse-like Charles stood up and began to pant violently.

As a result, the corpse features on his body slowly faded, and finally returned to his original state within a few minutes.

"It's very good, you can hide it from the ordinary Grim Reaper." The old man said, and said in a rare and serious tone: "But you must strictly control the boundary, if you cross it, you may really die." ”

Xia Yiyan nodded, calmed his breath, and began to pick up a notebook in his hand and write quickly.

Although the spell of feigned death is only a relatively rudimentary necromancy, it is not easy.

Different from the general sense of camouflage, this spell can converge and conceal the life force in the body, so that the body death is not much different from real death.

There is a certain danger, and during the period, it is necessary to take strict precautions, otherwise a "too strong" will really die.

The main points also need to be firmly grasped.

From the memory of the bandage man, I know that this spell is not known to ordinary necromancers, and they don't even dare to practice it.

Among the 100 necromancers, it would be nice to have one who has the guts and can practice.

At least, bandage people don't. Neither will Aunt Charles.

However, relying on the "death" guard beside him, Charles has unknowingly become trained.

This is the last experiment.

"Basically foolproof."

Muttering, he casually placed the notebook in his hand to strengthen his memory on the bedside table. After glancing at the old man who was drinking tea and reading the newspaper again, he sighed lightly.

He stayed here much longer than expected.

I don't know how long the real world has been, but it seems like months have passed in the Shire.

At first, he was busy devouring resentment, and when the Tree of Resentment was "destroyed" by him, he began to practice spells.

Fake Death, Land of the Dead, Psisight, Mentally Handicapped, Analytic Spirituality, Secret Word Sealing.

……

There are a lot of spells that have not been cultivated at this level, and now, because of this special encounter, Xia Er has basically finished learning.

Suspended animation was the last.

There were no formal exercises that succeeded in pursuing, only the Bone Staircase, the Living Corpse, and the Animal Resurrection, three spells that lacked materials. But Charles was almost familiar with the spells, and it didn't take long for him to complete them when he got out of here.

Yes, get out.

Although the shuttle door was still silent, the instinct born from the gift of fate made Charles faintly feel that he was about to leave this place.

He didn't know exactly when it would leave, but since he felt like this, it wouldn't be long before he thought about it.

Just as he was thinking like this, the old man who was drinking tea suddenly said something.

"Leaving?"

Charles was stunned when he heard this.

What's the situation? Mind reading?

"It's always easy to guess what humans think." Seeing that his expression was different, the old man "answered" his question lightly. "You have another way to get out of the cage, I can see it. When you first hear that you can't leave, it doesn't look like a normal human reaction. ”

"I'm sorry, I ......"

"There's no need." The old man interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and without further ado, got up from the sofa and walked to his bedside table.

"It's time to give you my return gift."