My cemetery is connected to the game world.

The Rotten Royal Court remains the same.

Xingkong walked out through the wall of the Immortal Tower and couldn't help but look up at the sky full of black particles.

Continuous discussions on bloodlines would inevitably cause mental exhaustion even for the undead. Now that Melissa had been rescued, Xingkong announced as the initiator that the discussion group would be suspended, allowing the participating immortal mages to take a break.

As for whether Aisheliya will reopen a discussion group, that is not something I need to consider.

There is still work for the Azure Society waiting for me to do at the Skin Peeling Tower.

He took out the prop to summon the ghost flying boat, and before long, the old ghost Chick landed in front of the starry sky with his flying boat.

The honest man Chike was still so enthusiastic: "Iron Undead, you look very tired. Have you been tortured by Aishelia? Listen to my advice and leave the Immortal Society early. It will not make you immortal. Don't use your limited time to read infinite knowledge. Immortal mages enter the Immortal Tower with a desire for knowledge, but rarely come out with knowledge and wisdom."

Xingkong got into the sedan chair and said, "Aren't you coming out with knowledge and wisdom?"

Chick and the ghosts took off with the sedan chair. He did not deny that he was once an immortal wizard. "That's why I advise you this way. You have stayed in the Immortal Tower for too long this time. I don't want you to be trapped in the vortex of knowledge forever like Aisheliya. You are a very interesting guy. Don't rot beside the bookshelf."

Xingkong thought of the dead souls rotting in front of the bookshelves, turning into ashes at the slightest touch.

All the undead who entered the Immortal Tower came in search of knowledge. Time made them all very knowledgeable, but time also made them eventually decay in the face of endless knowledge.

The dead do not have high material needs, and it is indeed easy for them to fall into the vortex of spiritual satisfaction.

Many immortal wizards never left the Immortal Tower after entering it.

Xingkong asked Chike: "Aisheliya and Halikaran told me something about what you studied together. Aisheliya said that you stole her things..."

Starsky observed Chick's reaction.

Chike was still so straightforward: "I just lost those things. Aisheliya was very angry, and I was kicked out of the Immortal Tower. I should thank her, otherwise I would probably rot in the Immortal Tower."

"Don't you feel guilty? That is a book left by God. It is very important to Aishelia."

"Since it is God's book, we cannot read it."

"It seems that those books were not lost, but hidden by you."

The flying boat suddenly stopped in the air. Chike turned around and smiled at the starry sky, saying, "Young undead, there are things you cannot understand and things you cannot see. When God is about to descend, only those who possess divinity are qualified to receive God's items."

Starsky: "I don't understand what you are talking about?"

Chike turned around and said, "That's normal. Aisheliya and Halikaran didn't know what I was talking about at the time. The peeling tower is here, thank you for your patronage!"

The ghost flying boat landed steadily, and in front of it was the Skinning Tower.

Xingkong gave Chick a silver coin: "Goodbye, honest Chick."

"Goodbye, Iron Undead."

Chick flew away, and Xingkong entered the Skinning Tower, and then encountered the Goblin Mudworm.

"Master Xingkong, many people have come to the Barbarian Kyle's blacksmith shop!"

Xingkong couldn't help but have a bad feeling.

As a member of the Azure Society's Rotten Court Office, Kyle provided a lot of intelligence to Scorched Earth City. If the headquarters noticed the information leak, they might suspect this barbarian.

"Take me to see it! Don't alarm them."

Little Mudworm: "Follow me."

The goblin led Starsky into the walls of the Immortal Tower and soon arrived at a hidden corner near the barbarian's blacksmith shop.

"Look, there they are."

Xingkong saw that there were indeed eight people standing outside the blacksmith shop. They were wearing gray or black smocks and covered their faces with hoods. From their positions, it could be seen that they were in an attack formation towards the blacksmith shop, and five of them were emitting strong magical fluctuations.

Inside the blacksmith shop, the barbarian Kyle was hammering a big sword with a hammer, and sparks flew with every strike of the hammer.

Because they had set up a silencing barrier, no one could hear what they were saying to Kyle.

Kyle's situation is critical.

Xingkong immediately sent a message to Helot for help, but Helot could not reach the Rotten Royal Court for a while.

"The Soul Eater will go to help, try to delay it for a while."

After receiving the reply from Helot, Xingkong said to the little mudworm, "Go to the bottom floor and wait. When you see a lich coming in, ask him if he is a soul eater. Once you confirm his identity, bring him here immediately."

"As you command, Master Starsky!"

Small mud bugs slither into the walls.

When Xingkong saw signs of action at the blacksmith shop, he immediately came out from his hiding place, his metal boots making loud sounds as they stepped on the stone floor.

The people outside the blacksmith shop immediately stopped what they were doing, turned sideways and secretly observed the approaching undead.

Seeing the undead rushing towards the blacksmith shop, a man stood in front of him and said, "This is the first time I see an undead with a steel body... What are you doing here?"

Xingkong said disdainfully: "Human, are you too arrogant? This is the land of death, the plane of the undead! I hate creatures like you who have no sense of boundaries the most, get out of the way!"

The man didn't give in. "There are living beings here, including the barbarians in the blacksmith shop. If you don't like us, please stay away from here."

Xingkong started the engine in his body, making sounds of steam and electricity.

"The barbarian promised to make a weapon for me. His superb craftsmanship is the only reason why I can tolerate him. Are you here to make weapons as well? You even set up a silence barrier... You are a group of suspicious guys."

The group of people standing outside the blacksmith shop were indeed the Azure Wizards. They were all wary of this special undead who suddenly appeared and estimated his strength.

But no one could see through this undead spirit made of steel, and the sound coming from his body seemed very powerful.

It is better not to provoke the undead easily in the Rotten Court.

Since he came here to make weapons, let him take the weapons and leave.

The silence barrier was opened, and those who were blocking the starry sky made way.

Xingkong approached, arrogantly not even glancing at the others, and shouted at the barbarian blacksmith Kyle: "Is that the greatsword you made for me? Why isn't it finished yet?"

Kyle kept hammering away with his head down, while replying, "It will be done soon."

"I have heard this countless times. This time I will not go back to the Rotten Tower. I will wait here and watch you forge my sword."

Hearing about the Rotten Tower, the Azure Mages couldn't help but get nervous.

The Rotten Tower is the tower of the undead where the King of Sorrow is located. The undead in the Rotten Tower must be the King of Sorrow’s personal soldiers.

We are in trouble this time!