The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse
Chapter 1345 - 974, Body Refining Technique_2

Chapter 1345: Chapter 974, Body Refining Technique_2

One person and one soul were chatting, and not far away, Glenda gave him a look.

Wu Heng cleared his throat and casually asked, "In ancient times, did you also have Skill Books?"

"Don’t say ’ancient people’, it sounds so strange." The lady rolled her eyes at him and continued, "Of course, there were also skills, but our learning method was different from yours. We focused on cultivation or practice, which you could understand as training."

"When I was exploring the Cleft Island ruins, I obtained a Skill Book for the ’Water Drawing Technique’, which is much more powerful than current skills," Wu Heng said tentatively.

The lady drifted forward a bit, "The environment back then was harsher, with giants the size of mountains, powerful assassins. Without impressive skills or earth-shattering magic, how could anyone survive?"

Wu Heng probingly asked, "Is there a way for me to learn? I want to learn too."

"Continue to search for some relics, or some thousand-year-old clans should have their inheritances," the lady said calmly.

It’s over, this wasn’t what I expected.

I met someone who doesn’t know anything.

Wu Heng looked at her, puzzled, "What do you mean, you were a lady back then too, didn’t you remember a few powerful skills?"

"I remember!" The lady raised her eyebrows, "But I wasn’t a Mage when I was alive, and only the fox people clan can learn this kind of skill."

"Wei’er is a fox people clan member, you could teach her!" Wu Heng immediately suggested.

"That little fox maid of yours? What profession is she?" the lady asked with a frown.

"A Forest Patrol, which is like a Ranger among the fox people clan."

"An archer? What a waste of talent!" the lady said disdainfully, "If she wants to learn from me, she’ll need to change to the Illusion Technique profession, but I can guarantee it’s more promising than her current profession."

"I haven’t seen a Profession Change Scroll for this profession in the association!"

"We didn’t have Professional Scrolls back then either, but I will teach her how to cultivate and become an Illusion Technician," the lady said proudly.

Wu Heng glanced at her, still unwilling to give up, asking, "Is there really no magic that I can learn? Think about it, you’re the most knowledgeable in our family."

The lady was about to say no when she paused for a moment and said, "But it’s not that there isn’t. I remember a Body Refining Technique that any profession can cultivate, and it’s very effective."

Wu Heng’s eyes lit up, "Teach me!"

The lady, like she had won a victory, raised her slender neck and said, "I’ll think about it when I have time, and once I can fully write it down, I’ll tell you how to cultivate it."

"As they say, ’a woman three years older holds a golden brick, a woman three thousand years older feeds celestial pills...’ it’s true," Wu Heng said jokingly.

The lady frowned, "With that mouth of yours, why don’t you become a Bard?"

"A Bard wouldn’t survive in the Zombie World," Wu Heng said with a smile.

"By the way, I have a request."

"Speak!"

The lady looked into his eyes, "I want one of those puppets that Xiao Xiao can control."

Ah, so it’s this.

"The puppets are ordered from the headquarters. Even if you hadn’t said anything, I would have bought you one. Next time, just tell me directly what you want," Wu Heng said like the head of a household.

"Good!" The lady smiled, having grown increasingly satisfied with this Necromancer over the past two days.

She glanced at the darkening window, "Can I go out for a stroll? You don’t have to worry about me running away now."

"Go ahead." Wu Heng nodded.

Xiao Xiao flew up from behind, "Auntie, I’ll be your tour guide."

"Let’s go!"

The two ghosts left together, flying away.

Wu Heng walked over to the tablet that the lady had been watching and paused the TV show.

Glenda said, "There’s still some gain. If what she said about the Body Refining Technique can really be cultivated, others besides you can also train in it."

"It’s a pity it’s not a Skill Book," Wu Heng said.

The one written by the lady may or may not be determined to be a Skill Book.

If the cultivation results are long-lasting, perhaps even the gods of The Holy Court will get involved.

"It’s better than nothing!" Glenda consoled.

"You’re right." Wu Heng stretched, "I’m going downstairs to rest."

"Goodnight!"

...

The next day, in the Zombie World.

Wu Heng took a business vehicle to the central mall of Xinfu City.

He knocked lightly on the door, and after receiving a response, he opened it and walked in.

Inside, Li Yahong was wearing a turtleneck sweater, looking at the documents in her hand. She looked up and was surprised to see Wu Heng, immediately smiling, "No phone call beforehand!"

"Nothing too important, so I came straight over." Wu Heng sat down beside her.

With a wave of his hand, a water cup flew beneath the coffee machine, filled with coffee, and then flew back.

Li Yahong smiled and said, "This time, are there any instructions?"

"Not instructions, just a few things I need you to prepare," Wu Heng caught the flying coffee cup and took a sip.

"Go ahead, I’ll have someone prepare them now." Li Yahong got serious.

Wu Heng thought for a moment and said, "Ten sets of fixed-frequency radios, portable solar charging panels, and smart speakers... prepare as many smart speakers as you can. I’ll take them all, and you can collect more later."

"Okay! I’ll have them ready now." Li Yahong picked up the desk phone and relayed the instructions.

After hanging up, Li Yahong said, "Please wait, they’re being prepared."

"No rush."

The two chatted in the meeting room for a while before the phone rang again, and the needed equipment was ready.

Li Yahong put down the phone and said, "Let’s go, they’re stored on the first floor in the warehouse."

Following Li Yahong downstairs.

A few base members were guarding the entrance. When they saw Wu Heng and Li Yahong, they greeted them respectfully.

Entering the warehouse, it was filled with the prepared fixed-frequency radios, solar panels, and smart speakers.

There seemed to be about fifty smart speakers, enough for his future plans.

With a casual wave of his hand, all the items were stored in the Space Ring.

Then he followed Li Yahong back to the office.

"Stay here?" Li Yahong asked.

"Next time, these days are a bit busy," Wu Heng replied helplessly.

He had promised them before, but today his plan was to go to Lundham City.

"Busier than those working below," Li Yahong said irritably, coming over to wrap her arms around his shoulders, giving him a gentle kiss.

After some intimacy, Wu Heng patted her on the waist, "I’ll properly keep you company next time."

"Okay!" Li Yahong nodded.

After saying goodbye, he left the office and took a business vehicle back to the prison.

He entered the monitoring room and opened the boundary door to return to Gold and Silver Island.

...

Downstairs, the women of the household were already waiting.

Wu Heng handed a Space Ring and two letters to Mini, "Deliver these to the association later."

"Yes, Master!" Mini nodded.

Shanaela asked, "Are you leaving now?"

"Yes, the sooner I go, the sooner I’ll return," Wu Heng nodded.

"That’s good, tasks need to be done," Shanaela forced a smile.

They all walked to the courtyard together, and Wu Heng took out the Train Captain’s Hat.

"Master, call us when you arrive," the women of the house surrounded him in a hug.

Wu Heng kissed each of their foreheads lightly, "Don’t let news about my absence from the island spread and if there’s danger, leave immediately."

"Yes, Master."

They parted, and Wu Heng put on the hat, calling forth the Phantom Train.

Wu Heng boarded the train.

...

Lundham City, City Lord’s Mansion.

Wen Mansha reclined on the City Lord’s throne, dressed in a dark red robe, her fingers tapping the armrest now and then.

"City Lord!" The Guard Commander saluted, the clanking of armor echoing in the hall, "The assassin has been captured by the Skeleton Guard."

Behind him, a towering skeleton carrying a giant sword brought in two bloody figures.

One of them still convulsed occasionally, clearly not yet dead.

Wen Mansha glanced up, "Send the bodies to the front lines to replenish the skeleton team."

Crack~!

The skeleton efficiently snapped the assassin’s neck, and the body slumped completely.

The commander pondered for a moment and then said again, "City Lord, there have been frequent assassinations and ambushes in recent days, should we...?"

Wen Mansha raised her hand to stop the rest of his words, saying, "No need to worry, they won’t last much longer."