"You gave me a big gift."

...

After looking at Shire deeply, the old man's eyes were placed on the strange creature again. After a few glances, he waved to him.

So this little thing who was shy and timid just now walked up obediently.

Slowly stroked the gray-haired forehead of the short man, and looked at the ugly little guy in front of him for a while. The Death Knight finally raised his eyes to look at Charles.

"It seems that my gift may need to be reconstructed."

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

Charles didn't understand what he called the return gift, but it was obviously beneficial to him at the moment, and it was no big deal to abandon the two things with "surveillance" nature, so when he heard this, he didn't hesitate and took out these two items directly.

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

So as if he had a heart of touch, the other party jumped and ran out of the house. When he passed by Charles, he looked at him specially.

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. He was about to say casually, but after thinking about it, the answer might be inappropriate, so he casually said: "The chicken is ready."

He noticed that this one ate the most.

"Chicken Roll?" The old man shook his head when he heard this: "You don't like eating this, I can tell."

"So?"

"How about eating burritos?" he said: "burritos."

Shire had no objection to this, so he just nodded. But today he seemed 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 said that, he stood up and picked up two plates from the cabinet not far away. Nothing was happening, but after turning around, two hot portions of food were placed in it.

"He has always been unwilling to be controlled by me, but I will eat him sooner or later."

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

"Now, let's try what the real burritos tastes like."

...

The days seemed to fall into the dull state of the past. Under the guidance of the Death Knight, Charles found several trees of resentment in this special space and purified them one by one.

This also obtained the other three spirits of death.

The old man expressed his gratitude for this.

Charles didn't think he was doing anything good. Instead, he relied on those little things to cultivate 13 shadows of resentful spirits.

Yes, there are only 13 shadows.

It is not that this ability has a bottleneck again, but that other trees of resentment, or that each tree of resentment contains different resentment.

However, Charles was basically satisfied with this.

13 shadows are equal to thirteen "life". Compared with the hazy and unclear ability of the Ring of the Resentful Spirit, Charles now has an intuitive understanding of his own characteristics.

But after all the "trees" were "purified", he had no other things to do.

So Charles began to practice spells.

...

The long breathing slowly weakened, and the undulating chest became more and more subtle. In the end, the young human lying on the hard bed completely fell into a state of static.

Whether it is heartbeat, blood flow, or even metabolism.

One day, two days, three days... As time goes by, the originally shiny skin of young people begins to dim and gradually becomes dull and wither.

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

Seeing this, the old man narrowed his eyes, then coughed dryly. So the corpse-like Shire suddenly stood up and began to gasp violently.

The corpse characteristics on his body slowly faded away, and finally returned to his original state within a few minutes.

"It's very good, I can completely hide it from ordinary god of death." The old man said, and his tone was rare and serious: "But you must strictly control the boundaries. If you cross them, you may actually die."

Shier nodded as soon as he calmed down his breath, and began to pick up a note in his hand and write it quickly.

Although the spell of fake death is just a relatively basic necromancer, it is not small.

Unlike the universal disguise, this spell can converge the vitality in the body and hide it, so as to die if it is not much different from real death.

There is a certain danger, and you must be more careful during this period. Otherwise, if you "use too much force", you will really die.

The key points also need to be firmly grasped.

From the bandage's memory, I learned that this spell is not possible by necromancers, and they don't even dare to practice it.

Among the 100 necromancers, it would be great if one of them had the courage and could practice them.

At least, bandage people don’t know, neither does Aunt Charles.

However, relying on the "death" guard beside him, Charles had already practiced it without realizing it.

This is the last experiment.

"It's basically foolproof."

As he murmured, he casually placed the notebook in his hand written to strengthen memory and placed it on the bedside table. After looking at the old man who looked down at the tea and read the newspaper, he let out a sigh of relief.

He stayed here for a long time than expected.

It is not clear how long it took for the real world, but it seems that Charles had passed several months here.

At first he was busy devouring resentment. After the tree of resentment was "destroyed" by him, he began to practice spells.

Fake death, the place of death, spiritual vision, mental retardation, spiritual analysis, secret language sealing.

...

There are many magics that have not been practiced at this level, and now, because of this special encounter, Shire has basically completed his studies.

Fake death is the last one.

There are only three spells that lack material-free practices without formal practice, including skeleton ladder, corpses, and animal resurrection. But Shire is almost familiar with the spells, and believes that after he goes out from here, it will not take long to replenish them.

Yes, go out.

Although the shuttle door was still motionless, the instinct derived from fate's talent made Charles vaguely feel that he was about to leave this place.

He didn't know the exact time of departure, but since this feeling appeared, it wouldn't take long for him to come.

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

"You're leaving?"

Shir was stunned when he heard this.

What's the situation? Mind reading?

"Human ideas are always easy to guess." Seeing his different expressions, the old man "answer" his question lightly. "You have other ways to leave the cage, I can see that. When you first hear that you can't leave, your appearance doesn't look like a normal human should have."

"Sorry, I..."

"No need." The old man waved his hand and interrupted him. Afterwards, he didn't talk much about this issue. He stood up from the sofa and walked towards his bedside table.
Chapter completed!