: Methods to Avoid Death

Qiao Ye stretched out his hand, and the green symbols intertwined once more.

It is about to enter the nephew's body.

Just then, an angry shout rang out in the church.

"Enough!!!"

Qiao Ye looked up and saw a pale-faced man walking out from among the townspeople.

His eyes were extremely hostile, as if he wanted to devour Qiao Ye alive.

Why did you push me to this point?!

The man gritted his teeth and said, "Wouldn't it be better to turn a blind eye and let this matter pass?"

what?

Qiao Yeren was dumbfounded.

These are two lives at stake, how can you turn a blind eye to one?

And who are you? Why are you yelling so loudly?

Just then, Song Ci's voice suddenly came from beside my ear—

"pity."

Qiao Ye turned around: "What a pity about my master?"

Song Ci shook his head, looking regretful.

"He's gone astray."

"What kind of crooked master are you?"

Song Ci pointed and said, "Look!"

"Why are you looking for a master?"

"Look behind him!"

"oh."

Qiao Ye looked in that direction, but there was nothing behind the man.

And at this moment—

[Necromancer Apprentice (Temporary) Basic Skill: 'Second Sight' activated.]

The scene in Qiao Ye's field of vision changed instantly.

He saw behind the man, a vast expanse of countless figures standing silently.

The figures were not solid, as if they might disappear at any moment.

One of them had a face that was exactly the same as that of the deceased Pierre on the pulpit!

That's Pierre's soul!

Moreover, upon closer inspection, Qiao Ye discovered his nephew's soul within the figure.

Could it be?

An idea formed in Qiao Ye's mind.

The eldest nephew actually died a long time ago?

"You're a necromancer, aren't you?"

Song Ci looked at the man and suddenly said.

"I never expected to see remnants of the Necromancer Cult here. However, your cultivation is not orthodox, otherwise you wouldn't have raised a necromancer that devours your own life force."

"I never expected to see you here, Great Sage Song Ci!"

The man looked at Song Ci with hatred that seemed to reach the heavens.

"If you hadn't betrayed the Necromancer Cult, we wouldn't have been wiped out!"

"The Necromancers betrayed me."

Song Ci clearly did not want to dwell on this topic any further.

Instead, ask—

"Judging by all these figures behind you, how many people have you killed?"

"A stupid question."

The man sneered, "Do you even remember how many slices of bread you've eaten so far?"

"Kid!!"

Song Ci was finally enraged by these words, his eyes wide with fury.

"What do you think human life is?!"

He looked at Qiao Ye, pointed, and said, "You, go and kill this guy!"

what?

me?

Qiao Ye never expected that after Song Ci had put on airs for so long, he would still have to let him take action in the end.

Fine.

He's quite good at hitting people.

However, the man was prepared.

"I've long since stopped caring about life and death!"

He suddenly pulled something out and pointed it at Song Ci.

"If I can avenge myself in this life, I will die without regret!"

boom--

A flash of fire!

Song Ci lowered his head, and a smear of blood spread across his chest.

thump—

Song Ci has fallen.

The townspeople screamed and scattered, leaving the church in deathly silence.

Qiao Ye was dumbfounded.

He clearly saw that the man was holding a short flintlock pistol.

Gunfire filled the air with smoke.

No, isn't this a magical world?

How come there are still these things!

Oh no, Song Ci is gone. What am I going to do about my mission?

"Give me back my master's life!"

He shot towards the man like an arrow released from a bow.

With all his might, he slammed his right elbow into the man's chin.

Mamba Kung Fu!

click-

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

Before the man could even scream, he was sent flying, crashing into a row of benches and rolling into a corner, where he lay motionless.

Qiao Ye didn't have time to pay attention to him and turned around to rush to Song Ci's side.

He reached out his hand to Song Ci, his hand trembling.

At that moment, Song Ci's voice came from another direction.

"Impressive boxing skills. I never expected you to have this skill."

Ok?

Qiao Ye suddenly turned around and saw a black cat sitting next to him.

It's the cat that Song Ci used to tell time.

"Master?"

"It's me," the black cat nodded.

"You're not dead?"

"What are you talking about? This is my true form!"

The black cat sneered, "If we're talking about death, I died of old age a thousand years ago. I'm a necromancer—no, I mean a necromancer scholar! I have countless ways to avoid death!"

Avoiding death...

Qiao Ye suddenly shuddered.

Isn't this his purpose in coming to the dream world? To find a way to save Sienna!

Surprisingly, it actually found it!

At this moment, the black cat Song Ci became incredibly kind and approachable in Qiao Ye's eyes.

"Master!"

Qiao Ye grinned, "I'm so glad you're alright! I was so worried about you!"

"Hmph."

Song Ci said, "Seeing that you showed some filial piety just now, I can say that I didn't make a mistake in taking you as my disciple."

Do you have any filial piety?

Qiao Ye wondered, could it be referring to the fact that he had reached out to Song Ci's corpse just now?

Did he think he was trying to save him?

Qiao Ye doesn't have that ability.

Actually, I wanted to take the Necromancer's Scroll from Song Ci's arms...

Forget it, if Qiao Ye doesn't say anything, no one will know in the future.

"Unfortunately, this body double is no longer usable."

The black cat Song Ci looked at his human form with a regretful expression, "Never mind, I'll just make another one later."

"Let's go tie that person up and then go back."

"Master! Wait a minute!"

Qiao Ye suddenly called out to Song Ci.

"What?" Song Ci turned around.

Qiao Ye carefully chose his words: "Master, could you tell me about the method you mentioned earlier for avoiding death?"

No wonder he was in such a hurry to speak.

Once Qiao Ye catches that man, his mission will be complete, and he will immediately leave the dream.

There is no time.

However, upon hearing Qiao Ye's words, the black cat's expression changed drastically.

Why did you suddenly bring this up?

Its face was unpredictable, "Could it be that you have ulterior motives for becoming my disciple, just like the Necromancers before?"

"But that's not right. Your innocent stupidity is impossible to fake. You couldn't possibly have such a gloomy mind!"

After a long internal struggle, Song Ci finally made a decision.

Qiao Ye, you've passed!

What bad intentions could a silly child possibly have?

He believed that Qiao Ye was simply unaware of the risks involved, which was why he asked such a question.

"You're too early to be exposed to this kind of knowledge."

Song Ci shook his head, indicating that he did not intend to teach those methods of avoiding death.

"When you have spent another seventy or eighty years reflecting on your life, and you are nearing the end of your life, I will naturally teach you."

"Otherwise, if you come into contact with forbidden content at such a young age, no matter how innocent you are, you will eventually follow the same path as those people in the Necromancers."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Ye became anxious.

He doesn't have seventy or eighty years left to squander.

The mission is about to end!

It seems we need to try a different approach.

Qiao made a snap decision, reached into his pocket, and pulled out something.

"Master, look what this is!"

Upon hearing the sound, Song Ci looked over and his pupils immediately contracted.

"Where did you get this?"