Something's wrong with my undead

When Heine stood up, the three of them were wondering.

Mr. Sa: "Why is Heine up there too?"

Teacher Xia: “It’s hard for Aboriginal people to resist the temptation to digitize body attributes. Who wouldn’t be greedy for the panel?”

Mr. Sa: "It makes sense... Speaking of which, have you ever thought about how Heine became stronger? He can upgrade you two, but what about himself?"

Zhu Sheang: "The aborigines don't have the concept of upgrading, right? They should improve linearly, just like those cultivation novels, refining Qi and building foundations to break through bottlenecks and so on..."

Teacher Xia: "But we have been upgraded, and it was the experience he gave us."

Silence fell suddenly.

All three people quickly realized a fact.

If Heine can use experience points to upgrade them, where does his experience come from?

In other words, since he can "use" it, when did he realize the existence of 'experience points'?

He never seems to mention this?

No one can answer.

Even they never cared about it before...

An uneasy atmosphere began to spread.

...

"The Boneyard will actually fire you?"

Dylan held up Heine's records.

There was such a vivid expression on his face, which showed how shocked he was.

"what?"

Heine came over and took a look.

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Physical Strength: 1.2

Soul Strength: 1.5

Energy Affinity: Yuanling 2——

"Death energy" is not considered a special energy. It can be touched by individuals, so it is not within the detection range.

Other attributes don't look very strong either.

But considering that Heine was just an ordinary person when he was expelled...

"Your body is equivalent to that of a warrior who has just reached the second level, and his perception is no less than that of an ordinary second-level mage... And you actually have a second-level affinity with Yuanling. Compared with this, those three bodies are full of weirdness. All the skeletons look ordinary."

Dylan's tone was sarcastic.

"Don't tell me this is your growth after leaving the burial ground?"

"Uh……"

Heine's hesitation caused Dylan's expression to change instantly.

"Why, could it be that..."

"I find it incredible too."

Heine looked at the three skeletons with a somewhat complicated tone.

"Since I summoned those two skeletons, many strange things have happened to me..."

Starting from that night when he killed the wolf and the hunter, he successively recounted all his recent "experience-gaining" experiences.

He focused on describing (editing) (creating) the terrible, painful heat, saying it seemed as if he was about to boil himself.

In front of the leading necromancer expert in the McCalla Mountains, he was like a patient suffering from a hidden illness who could not talk about it, finally venting the secrets he had held in his heart for a long time.

Everything is for the purpose of getting salvation from him.

Dylan was shocked, then appalled, and finally shocked.

Shocked and numb.

He has been a necromancer for so long, and his ancestors were also necromancers. Where had he heard of such a thing?

He also thought of the sweat on the other person's forehead yesterday and the unnaturalness of that moment.

His heart suddenly became enlightened.

It turned out to be because of this...

After this confession, Heine said in a relieved tone:

"Just yesterday, after Osewell's death, this feeling came back...

"It was stronger than any other time. It almost burst me. I even suspected it was a punishment."

"punish?"

"Yes, every time I grow up, I am accompanied by killing, which seems to be a kind of plunder...to get something from others.

"Just like a carnivorous animal swallowing fresh meat to help itself grow, I became stronger little by little through the burning pain, but..."

Dylan: "But what?"

"It gets stronger each time. If this trend continues, I may not be able to survive the next time... What should I do?"

After all, Heine's body was just that of an eighteen-year-old boy.

The panic and helplessness he showed at this moment were just right.

...

Although the three of them couldn't understand what Dylan said, it didn't matter what he said in this conversation.

It’s enough that they understand Heine’s lines.

In the silence, Zhu Yang was the first to speak.

He felt a twinge of guilt.

"I didn't expect that the process of gaining experience would be so terrifying. It would frighten the aborigines far more than it would surprise them. He actually has been enduring this fear..."

Teacher Xia: "We should have thought long ago that this kind of instant improvement will inevitably be accompanied by pain. Muscle growth is still a process of tear repair."

Mr. Sa: "I didn't say anything. You actually doubted my elder brother. I really want to slap myself."

Teacher Xia: "How about I help you? Anyway, my brother has a full character now, so it doesn't matter if he moves a little."

Mr. Sa: "You can go away."

...

They thought this way, but it made Heine feel a little guilty.

Is it overacting?

Forget it, at worst, I'll give them three more pieces of equipment in the future.

Players should all love this, right?

As for Dylan in front of him, he was full of thoughts.

His first reaction was enthusiasm and surprise, and he wanted to cut this guy open and take a look...

Then he quickly gave up the idea.

Given the current strength gap between the two, it's not certain who will kill the other.

Then there was a slight touch.

Nowadays, there are actually necromancers who can feel guilty about plundering...

This is very valuable for people whose emotions have been paralyzed by death.

The Necromancer is a profession that touches death in order to survive.

Therefore, the end of a necromancer's life is not death, but numbness.

He wanted to comfort Heine, but he felt awkward no matter how he said it.

Suddenly, he thought about what the other party mentioned about seeing a "silver thread" under the Eye of the Dead.

and many more……

Level 2 Yuanling Affinity...

Dylan suddenly stood up:

"You come to the cellar with me."

"what?"

...

The group went downstairs to the cellar.

From the first second he stepped here, Heine's "Silver Array Radar" started ringing.

He was hesitating whether to activate the Eyes of the Dead when Dylan spoke.

"Both life and death can be seen."

Heine followed it with confidence, and as expected he saw a vague but familiar silver magic circle.

Although it was not as clear as the one in the secret room of the Lord's Mansion, it was much better than the one buried deep in the cellar of his house.

"What is this?" he asked.

"Yuanling magic circle." Dylan replied.

“As long as I can remember, this manor has been thieves three times, and they were not weak.

"Every time they come to this cellar, someone takes away the dirt, someone digs out the bricks.

"My father, my father's father, didn't pursue it, as if there was some kind of tacit approval.