The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

A bad feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

He reaches out for the pistol at his waist, only to find the entire study enveloped in a light screen. He feels paralyzed, unable to move even a finger.

Basen, standing next to him, freezes in place as if being put on standby.

“Your progress is rapid. In a short period of time, I may find it hard to control

you.”

Now, Yazde no longer resembles a humble gentleman. Despite his upright attire, white gloves, and walking stick, he exudes an air of cunningness.

Like a venomous snake hiding its fangs.

“What do you mean by ‘having no grievance’?,” Wu Heng asked.

Yazde merely smiled. “You guessed.”

“Are you referring to you wanting to become a ‘Corpse Ghost¹?”

Yazde went stiff, his eyes full of surprise. “It seems you’ve gathered some

knowledge through other means.”

So there was indeed an internal traitor.

All pieces fell into place.

Yazde had been suddenly transferred to the remote Black Stone Town, taking Slyther the vice-executive’s place, which also aligned with the timeframe where the mine owner was bewitched and started raising dead infants as spirit infants.

It appears he deliberately ended up in this isolated place, setting this scheme.

And the entire Professional Association, along with the Black Stone Town

guards, were unknowingly serving him.

Collecting the items he required and delivering them to him.

The person that died the other night.

Had become a scapegoat, marking the end of the entire case series. He could

now proceed with his plans uninterrupted.

Wu Heng felt shocked but forced himself to stay calm.

He said, “As a vice-executive, do you not feel ashamed of causing the deaths of

so many people in the Mining Village?

“I am more curious about where your hometown is. Everything here is written by the strong. Do you know what the ones seated on the throne have done? This is a world where man eats man – if you don’t eat others, they will eat you. Like you and me now…,” Yazde replied with a smile.

“Why do you want to become a Corpse Ghost?,” Wu Heng continued.

Yazde glanced at him without showing irritation, slowly peeling off one of his

gloves, revealing a hand covered in pustules.

“What choice do I have? I just want to survive.

“You’ve collected everything you need. Why did you come for me? I’m not of a

special bloodline.,” Wu Heng continued to ask.

Yazde focused his gaze on him, his eyes filled with anticipation and slowly said,

“I found another method that would allow me to occupy a new body. Young,

highly-talented in magic, unaffiliated—the perfect body.

Wu Heng understood.

Originally, his plan was to refine himself into a Corpse Ghost using materials – possessing an undead constitution that was neither human nor ghost.

But Wu Heng’s advent had altered his intent.

He viewed Wu Heng as a replaceable body. Killing him would cause no fuss as

he had no background.

And his reference to high talent likely pertained to fast learning of magic.

“You want to take over my body?”

“You’re very smart.”

Wu Heng continued, “Why? Wouldn’t the efforts to collect the materials and

your work before becoming a Corpse Ghost be wasted?”

“No, no. That’s too ugly. I don’t want to become like that.”

“Actually, my body is not in good condition too.”

Yazde waved his hand dismissively, “You’ve known what you should have

known. Let’s not waste any more time.”

Saying so, he threw out the walking stick in his hand.

The stick fell in the center of the study, standing upright. A pupil materialized

on the jewel at its end, scanning the room.

The next moment, circular halos spread from the walking stick, forming a

formation.

Yazde, on the other hand, turned his hand over and took out several objects from mid-air, placing them in the middle of the formation.

Standing in front, Yazde, in his aging body, whispered, “Don’t you have any wish left? After all, you are the one I brought into the association. You can be considered my trusted subordinate.”

“Go to hell!”

Sigh-1

With a sigh, Yazde – as if suddenly devoid of his soul – slumped to the ground.

A blue soul shot out from the crown of his head, rushing towards the young body on the other side.

Outside the door.

Yuli, carrying her chips, walked forward.

Upon their arrival at the Vice-executive’s office, they saw a team captain, Anel, guarding the door.

Yuli glanced at him and asked softly, “Have you seen Wu Heng?”

Anel squinted his eyes, staring intently at her.

Yuli felt a bit nervous, took a step back, and said, “What? I just asked a

question, what do you want?”

Anel said, “He left, if you go after him now, you might still see him.” Yuli knitted her brows, glanced back at the hall, but then turned around to leave, muttering, “So what if he left, what’s with the long face.” However, as she left, something felt off.

Turning around, she headed towards the vice-executive’s room, entered, and shouted, “Auntie, go check on Wu Heng, something seems off.

Inside the study.

The Formation, with its overwhelming suction power, was continuously converging on Wu Heng’s body.

The blue phantom was forcefully extracted from his body, becoming wisps of thin smoke, constantly stretched out.

Yazde’s ghostly figure, full of expectations, hovered nearby.

Whoosh-!

The next second, the blue ghost was directly pulled out of the body, merged into a pot next to it.

Yazde’s ghost, immediately rushed towards the body in front of him.

However, the next second, Yazde stared incredulously at the body in front of him.

He saw a pair of eyes, still staring at him intently.

“What’s going on?”

Doubts filled his heart, but he had already immersed himself into this body. The next second, he felt that Wu Heng’s spirit was protected by a barrier. And a tremendous pressure beyond description was enveloping and compressing him.

It was spiritual power, like a torrent about to tear everything apart, enveloping his soul.

Yazde was shocked, realizing an error might have occurred. He struggled forcefully, trying to leave this body.

The blue ghost drilled out from the body, its face still filled with fear.

“No, Wu Heng, no…”

Pop-!

The phantom before his eyes shattered like a balloon, dissipating in the air.

Clang-!

The wand in the middle falls to the ground, the Formation disappears, and Wu Heng’s body immediately regains mobility.

“How did you come up with the idea to compete with the Necromancer for the soul?”

If it were any other method, maybe Wu Heng would have no way to counteract

it.

But when it comes to souls, the focus of a Necromancer’s training is soul

manipulation.

He went over to a container on the side and opened it.

A tiny soul floated out from inside.

It looked left and right exaggeratedly, then said, “Uncle, I think I just saw a ghost, floating in the air, and then I was sucked away.” “Yes, we are also ghosts, we are not afraid of him.

Seeing Xiao Xiao was fine, Wu Heng breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he continued, “Hide, go outside and see what’s happening, then report back to me.”

“Oh, okay.” Xiao Xiao invisibly left through the wall.

Wu Heng then walked over to the corpse, his gaze fell on its hand.

There was a ring on its right hand.

[Space Ring]

(Description: A tool engraved with space magic, with an internal space of three cubic meters.)

What a good thing.

Those props that were fetched out before must have come from this Space Ring. Wu Heng didn’t reach for it, instead, he cast [Communicate with the dead]. The already laid down Yazde immediately sat up and looked towards Wu Heng’s location.