Fantasy Family Simulator Chapter 422

  Chapter 422 The soul channel is completed (ask for a monthly ticket, recommended ticket)

   "Well...do you have a way to resurrect your soul?" Leiter glanced at the tuna man, "Since the dead Timothy can be resurrected by you, it shouldn't be a problem to resurrect other people, right?"

The ancestor of the undead turned his eyes slightly, and said meaningfully: "It seems that you have someone you care about... Do you need me to help you resurrect? This is easy to handle. If it is near the end of life, I can find a new body for it. Let him live again! Although the price is a bit high, as long as you don't stop me from building the soul channel, I can agree to your request."

Rhett was a little excited in his heart, but he restrained it very well, and said calmly: "It's a pity, I don't have such a request, I'm just curious, if there is a soul that has already gone to the underworld, can you bring it back to the underworld?" Bring it here and bring it back to life later?"

   "In this way...although the cost is a bit high, it is not impossible to do it if you are properly prepared." The ancestor of the undead pondered for a long time, and finally said.

   "Hoo..."

  He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

  The seabed was still dark, but Leiter looked at the deep pit, but he seemed to see a glimmer of light.

  Since even the soul that has been taken to the underworld can be brought back and resurrected, theoretically Nicole also has the hope of resurrection!

  The premise is... the soul still exists.

   At this point, Leiter's heart sank, and he suddenly asked: "If the soul has dissipated, do you have the ability to restore it?"

The ancestor of the undead frowned slightly. He didn't know why Leiter asked these questions, but he still replied: "Then I can't do anything. The process of soul dissipation is irreversible. This is a big iron law of the underworld. In my hands, there is still hope for a cure.”

  Leite was silent after hearing the words, and said after a while: "Thank you for letting me know, I won't interfere with this soul passage, but I will watch from the sidelines."

"Um."

   There is nothing the undead ancestor can do about it. If possible, he certainly doesn't want to be watched by outsiders.

  But the initiative in the current situation is not here at all, so I had to agree.

As Leiter gave Heisenberg a look, the latter subconsciously threw the silver disc in his hand to Leiter. Leiter held it in both hands and looked at it carefully for a while, but he couldn't see why. In his eyes, he casually threw it away.

   "Hoo...thanks..."

   After taking over, the ancestor of the undead inspected it and found no damage or accidents, so he handed over the soul to the tuna man, that is, Timos.

   Leiter and Heisenberg retreated 200 meters at the request and watched from a distance.

  I saw the gray mist face floating in the sea and the tuna man whispering to each other, communicating for a few minutes with a unique contact language.

Afterwards, a large pile of instruments and parts appeared out of thin air next to the tuna man's heels. Obviously, there was room for equipment beside him. The other party placed the parts on the ground one by one, and spurted wisps of black mist from a scepter in the shape of a golden skull. , continuously drilled into various components.

   Soon, the alchemy formation on the ground began to take shape, exuding a gloomy and strange atmosphere.

  Time passed silently.

  The light on the bottom of the sea has not changed at all, and it is difficult for ordinary people to perceive the passage of time.

   But Leiter reckoned that about a day and a half had passed before the tuna stopped working, and the whole person fell backwards to the ground as if he had collapsed.

  The ancestor of the undead just passed a ray of pure gray mist to him, and the latter immediately became lively again, pressing the silver disc to the depression in the void where dots of silver light glowed.

   hum

  A sharp, high-frequency buzz spread.

   Obviously, the construction of the soul channel has reached the most critical step,

  Leite raised his spirits and continued to watch, wanting to observe the subsequent changes.

  But since the generation of fluctuations, all kinds of visions that were shining brightly just now have become much dimmer.

  Until the ancestor of the undead plunged into it, the whole body was crumbling in the silver light, and in the end it dissipated directly and melted into the light.

  A deep and dark hole looms, as if leading directly to the abyss.

  The ancestor of the undead disappeared completely.

  The sudden change made Leiter slightly astonished, but soon he became interested, rushed forward at top speed, and tried to drill into the hole with his whole body.

   But the entrance of the hole was like a phantom, and Leiter passed through it directly, and he could no longer feel any weird breath.

   When he was puzzled, Leiter suddenly discovered that the breath of the soul passage was rapidly dissipating, and it didn't take long before it disappeared completely.

  On the ground, there is only an alchemy formation composed of silver discs, which proves that everything just happened is real.

   "At present, it seems that this soul passage is harmless to normal people, maybe it is only for the soul?" Leiter stepped on the silver disc with his foot, which was hard and smooth, as if stepping on a piece of solid ice.

  He beckoned, and Heisenberg also came over when he saw this, and said hesitantly, "You...do you have anything else to do?"

  Leite touched his chin, pondered and said: "You are the one who participated in the construction of the silver disc. Is there a way to crack this soul passage? For example... Can you crack it if you remove the silver disc?"

  Heisenberg was taken aback when he heard the words, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He thought that the passage had just been built, so why did he want to tear it down.

   Wouldn't it be better to simply refuse just now?

But no matter what, it's none of his business, he shook his head and responded: "It's useless, this formation is only for initial positioning, after the entire passage is completed, it will not rely on reality, at least not by the naked eye." Observable matter..."

   Leiter frowned, is there such a thing? At the beginning, Manuk said that there should be a way to crack it, but I don't know how...

  He turned to look at the tuna man, "Timos, how about you, can you think of a way?"

  Timos smiled wryly and shook his head, "You are embarrassing me, how can I destroy the plan of the ancestor..."

   "It means you know it?" Leiter said with his eyes brightened, and he sped up his speech.

  He is anxious to understand the way to destroy the soul channel, and it is not for the sake of destroying, but to grasp a bargaining chip with sufficient weight.

   In his mind, when he returns to reality, as long as he finds a way to meet the ancestor of the undead, he can force the other party to resurrect Nicole at the cost of destroying the soul channel...

  Of course, he can't guarantee that the plan will be successful.

   But as long as there is a glimmer of hope to try, he has to do his best!

  Timos quickly waved his hand, "How can I know this, how could the ancestor tell me his shortcomings? Just let me go..."

  Listening to the other party's begging for mercy, Leiter didn't think it was fake. Indeed, how could a servant know the way to destroy the lifeline?

   Unless the ancestor of the undead has a brain problem, he will not leak such important secrets.

  However, looking at the tuna man's begging and fearful eyes, Leiter suddenly felt inexplicable.

   At any rate, it was once the number one sanctuary in the mainland, but it was reduced to such an end. The turning point made him feel emotional and curious.

  Leite looked around and said casually: "Did the ancestor of the undead just leave like this? Leave you here alone? Don't be afraid that we will kill you."

"This... I didn't expect that the last step of the soul channel would require the ancestor to sacrifice his own clone. As for my safety, there is nothing to worry about—if I die, I will use the special method left by the ancestor. Go back to the underworld through the soul channel..." Timothy thought for a while before responding.

"That's why... I didn't consider the existence of the soul channel..." Lei Te slapped his forehead, feeling a little troubled. Doesn't this mean that once the soul channel is built, if you encounter an enemy in the future, if you just kill him, it will be the opponent's fault. The soul will already go to the underworld?

  Although he has heard that there is a problem with the upper limit of the soul channel, Leiter believes that it is for normal souls, and for the opponent's subordinates, there must be special measures to deal with it.

  The matter of the soul channel can only be put on hold for the time being.

  Rett looked at the unique scales on Timos, and thoughtfully said: "The ancestor of the undead transformed you into a murloc, does he have other plans?"

   "Eh... It should be for the soul channel plan..." Timothy said with a little embarrassment.

  Leite pursed his lips and was speechless for a while, he was asking about loneliness...

  Suddenly, as if remembering something, he quickly asked, "How long have you survived among the murlocs?"

   "Well, about ten years ago, I was resurrected by the ancestors ten years ago. Before that, I always thought I was dead..." Timos replied.

   "Then how much do you know about murlocs? Do you know that a kind of black shell has the ability to devour the corpses of living things?" Leiter looked serious.

  Timos's eyes flashed with confusion, "Black shells? I've never heard of them...I only know a colorful shell, which is rumored to be the supreme creature of the murlocs."

  Leite was shocked, and stepped forward to put his hands on Timothy's slippery shoulders, "I remember wrongly, it's a colorful shell, what's the use of it?"

Timos shook his head: "Based on my identity, even if I see the Murloc King, I can't get in touch with things of this level. I don't even know what it does. Not only me, but I am afraid that besides the Murloc Wang, no one knows the function of that shell."

  Rett narrowed his eyes slightly, "Then... have you seen the Murloc King? What does it look like?"

   "Only because of him? How can he be qualified to meet the Murloc King? Looking at the whole world, there are mysterious and powerful existences, even Sanctuary may not see him. He is a little tuna man, why should he get acquainted..."

  Heisenberg said disdainfully at this time, and when he cast his eyes on Timothy, there was a trace of complexity hidden.

  Timos was not affected by Heisenberg's attitude, and said flatly: "I have seen it, and not only have I seen it, but it is highly valued by the Murloc King..."

   "You..." Heisenberg seemed to choke instantly, staring at Timothy, unable to speak, and finally snorted coldly, "Who knows if you're making a lie..."

  Rett ignored Heisenberg's sarcasm, with curiosity in his eyes, "Do you really know the Murloc King?"

"It's true, the other party appreciates my alchemy talent. I am the most potential alchemist among the murlocs, and I can't find a few existences like me among the murlocs." When he said this, Ti Moss' tone couldn't help but be proud.

   "Hmph, what's the big deal, it asked me for help in alchemy before, but I still didn't agree to him, human traitor!" Heisenberg glanced at Timothy disdainfully.

  As soon as these words came out, Timos' expression finally changed.

  There was a look of resignation on his face, he gritted his teeth, seemed to think of his situation again, and smiled bitterly.

   "By the way, I suddenly remembered something else. I've wasted a lot of time going out this time, and it's time to go back." Timothy said with disinterest, then turned around desolately, and swam away without looking back.

  Heisenberg stared at the golden light and shadow until it turned into a small dot and disappeared, then looked away.

  Rett thought about what he said just now, and looked at Heisenberg, "You said... the Murloc King once looked for you? Please refine something?"

   "About seven years ago, the Murloc King approached me in private, but I ruthlessly refused." Heisenberg nodded.

   "Did it ever ask you to refine something?" Rhett frowned slightly and asked.

"I don't know about it. It said it would not disclose any information until I agreed to it. Hearing him say that at the time, I didn't feel the slightest sincerity, and I was too lazy to agree to its request." Heisenberg recalled the scene at that time , said slowly.

  Leite narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling the golden coffin he found in the deep sea in the far east.

  At the beginning, he still guessed whether it was refined by Heisenberg.

   But now it seems that the two have turned against each other, and the probability of Heisenberg's hand is greatly reduced.

  Combined with the news that alchemists are rarely born among murlocs, the answer is ready to come out—Timos!

"It turns out that Timothy helped refine the golden coffin, and who is the person who sealed it?" Leiter's eyes flashed a desire to explore. According to the fact that the other party approached Heisenberg seven years ago, this demand has existed for a long time. .

   From the current point of view, the other party is waiting for Timos, also known as Sanctuary, to be qualified to help the other party refine the golden coffin...

  The clues in my mind are connected to each other, and the whole thread is much clearer.

  Light came to a realization, looked at Heisenberg again, thought for a while, and drew a very non-standard alchemy pattern on the ground.

   "Do you know the function of these alchemical lines?"

  While speaking, Leiter kept paying attention to Heisenberg's expression. Seeing that the other party was taken aback, he looked at Leiter in disbelief, "Alchemy Fusion? You even know about Alchemy Fusion?"

   "Could it be that you are also an alchemist?" Heisenberg looked extremely shocked, and looked down at the alchemy pattern on the ground, "No, with such a crude technique, even the alchemy pattern can't be drawn well..."

  After muttering to himself for a while, Heisenberg said solemnly, "Where did you get this alchemy pattern?"

   "Obtained from a collapsed ruins, I only remember a rough idea, can you recognize the function of this pattern?" Leiter said naturally.

  At this time, Heisenberg is very different from a hundred years ago, and his research on alchemy has reached its peak.

   Naturally, he was dubious about Leiter's words. Is there anyone in history who has gone so far first?

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