A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Matthew thought to himself.

Olorin walked to another corner, crossed his arms, and slowly squatted down.

"What do you plan to do next?"

Matthew asked with concern.

"Time to continue sleeping."

Orolin stretched his body.

His movemts looked quite agile, and Matthew ev suspected that he was a living person!

" Sleeping in the coffin is no differt from sleeping outside. As long as my adaptability is strong ough, I can totally treat this tomb like a bigger coffin!"

Orolin yawned.

Matthew looked sideways.

He had to admit that his brother was indeed able to go with the flow.

"By the way, the next time you come to collect the coffin fragmts, is it convit for you to bring me a new coffin?"

Olorin asked.

Matthew looked thoughtful.

Olorin immediately took off a large gold necklace from his body and handed it over.

"Don't worry, I won't take it for free. Don't look at how black this necklace is. It's because it's be sleeping with me for a long time. It might be fine after you go back and roast it over the fire. It's all pure gold…"

Matthew waved his hand in refusal.

"There's no need. I'm just thinking about how to bring it over…"

His voice suddly stopped.

Immediately after.

Matthew asked with a serious expression,

"Did you hear footsteps just now?"

He heard it.

It was subtle but real.

It came from the d of the tomb!

Olorin's nerves also tsed up!

"I think I heard it too…"

The two of them came to the side of the tomb.

Matthew pressed his ear against the wall, and Olorin followed suit. The faint voice became clearer.

Other than the sound of footsteps, there was actually a conversation.

"Faith, are you sure this is the tomb where the Prophet of Death is sleeping?"

It was a young female voice.

"It's absolutely true. I heard that he's an extremely terrifying Lich. He's very hot-tempered and would peel off human skin to make human skin kites! Wh we see him later, we must be careful with what we say…"

The voice of a relatively calm middle-aged man answered.

Olorin immediately looked at Matthew with a worried expression.

"Did you hear what they said?

" Oh no, there's a bad-tempered Lich living here!

"If we bump into him, we won't be turned into human skin kites, right? Although I'm already dead, it's still hard to accept the thought of being skinned!"

Matthew's expression was a little complicated.

Facing Olorin's worries, he didn't say anything and chose to continue listing.

The female voice from before continued,

" I heard that the Prophet of Death took away the authority of the Death God and held a strange ritual in the place where the Death God fell. The price was that he himself fell into a long sleep.

"Because of that ritual, this area has become very special.

" It is also because of this that this geration has become the only area in the Crow Pavilion Demon Territory that is not controlled by Viscount Fan…"

The middle-aged man interrupted her.

"Don't mtion that name!

"Be careful. That guy is very cunning!

" Remember, our target this time is only the Death Prophet. Don't provoke anyone else. There are many unknown undead creatures here. None of them should be provoked. Don't cause any trouble!"

Hearing this.

Olorin heaved a sigh of relief.

"It's alright, it's alright!

"They didn't plan to cause any trouble!"

Matthew's expression became ev stranger.

At this momt.

The footsteps in the catacomb became clearer and louder.

Olorin was shocked.

" Why are the footsteps getting closer and closer? Don't tell me the Prophet of Death lives next door to me?"

As soon as he finished speaking.

Matthew pointed at the d of the corridor.

The light from the torch shone over.

A group of sneaky figures appeared in their field of vision.

Olorin was shocked.

The reaction of the other side was ev more exaggerated. They drew their swords in unison and took many steps back.

But after a while, he cautiously took a few steps forward.

"You've come to the wrong place."

Olorin said.

The people opposite them looked at each other. One of the middle-aged m walked to the front.

He raised the torch high and looked at Olorin and Matthew.

"I don't think we're in the wrong place.

" This is where the Death Prophet lives.

"May I ask which one of you is the Death Prophet?"

Olorin and Matthew looked at each other.

Olorin suddly thought of something and exclaimed,

" So are you the Death Prophet?"

Matthew shrugged helplessly.

"Obviously, I don't live here."

As soon as he finished speaking.

Matthew's figure disappeared on the spot.

Only Olorin was left dumbfounded.

"I can't be the Prophet of Death, can I?"

He laughed dryly as he looked at the group of people opposite him.

The middle-aged man nimbly took out a sceptre that emitted an icy aura and handed it over.

" We are following God's guidance and have come to invite the Death Prophet to join our Netherworld God Sect!

"God told us that as long as we grab this sceptre, you, as the Death Prophet, will remember everything in the past!"

As he spoke, he knelt down on both knees.

He crawled over step by step.

He knelt in front of Olorin and raised his hands above his head.

"Please!"

The others also knelt down and pleaded loudly,

"Please!"

However, Olorin crossed his arms and retreated.

"Hmph, I don't want to!"

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[Hint: As a reward for stepping into the soul realm, you will obtain one of the following three abilities: