Mr. Ghost stared at him, momentarily stunned.
He had noticed the young man who was followed closely by countless spirits in the church.
Phil Gray said they were having a contest to summon the undead, so were all these undead summoned by him? At this moment, these undead are still closely following him, showing no signs of dissipating. This young man is indeed quite skilled!
Then he saw the spirits rushing towards him, as if they had discovered a new continent, looking at him with curious eyes that seemed to want to express something.
"Hello, your undead are a bit too enthusiastic."
Surrounded by so many undead, Frank was getting impatient.
Unexpectedly, Yi Lai Zhe burst into laughter and said, "They are also ghosts, so they are very interested in every ghost that has been to the abyss and want to communicate with you, but unfortunately, they can't communicate with anyone or any undead except me."
This explanation was completely unexpected for Frank. What did it mean to be a ghost that had been to the abyss? Weren't all the ghosts behind him summoned from the abyss?
As a former member of the Light of Wisdom, Frank was full of curiosity about everything, so he asked, "You mean these undead have never been to the Abyss?"
“Yes, they can only stay by my side.” Yi Lai Zhe’s eyes darkened, and he did not explain further.
It seems these undead weren't summoned by him.
But this piqued Frank's interest; it was as if a cat's paw was scratching at his heart, making him want to know the truth about these undead.
"Can they operate without you?"
"No, Mr. Ghost, go find your summoner. I need to go out and get something to eat." Yi Lai Zhe stretched and walked towards the bustling street.
The undead who had surrounded Frank in layers also left. The undead, young and old, seemed to be bound to the young man by invisible threads, like prisoners deprived of eternal freedom.
Frank stared at his retreating figure and the spirits, unable to understand why he had never seen another person so strange.
Through his senses, he located Phil Gray and Eli, who were sitting in the living room, both looking delighted, unaware that something good had happened.
"Good news? No, we're just glad we weren't raided," Phil Gray said with a sigh, taking a sip of the tea served by the servant.
“Yes, thank goodness.” Eli nodded in agreement.
"I just saw that young man followed by countless undead. Do you know why he did that?" Frank asked, hoping the two of them could answer his question.
"We don't know either, this guy is very mysterious." Both of them shook their heads.
"All right."
Frank was somewhat disappointed.
"Let's not talk about him anymore. The second round of selection for the Church of the Dead is to summon the dead, which will last for three days. Although everyone summoned very powerful undead today, I feel that they haven't gone all out yet and they still have trump cards up their sleeves."
Phil Gray said seriously.
"What? That doesn't include me. I really did my best. What other tricks do I have up my sleeve?" Eli thought of the undead he had summoned and was speechless. Other people's undead were ferocious and powerful, but his undead were all weaklings. If there was anything that made him better than others, it was that these undead were all cute, but what good was that?
Are you trying to kill the other person with cuteness?
“Of course, I’m not talking about you. They summoned the undead entirely on their own today, but don’t forget, almost all of them are backed by a large family. So I think tomorrow they will summon even more powerful undead than they did today, and they will mobilize some of their family’s resources,” Phil Gray reasonably speculated.
“That makes sense. Besides, the Holy Son Elijah we just mentioned didn’t summon anything today, so we don’t even know how strong he is.” Elijah rested his chin on his hand, deep in thought.
"Tomorrow we'll see how you all do it. Anyway, I can only summon those little cuties." He shook his head helplessly.
Phil Gray looked at Frank, his eyes filled with anticipation, and asked, "Mr. Frank, have you had any new clients contact you lately? Any high-level ones?"
“Yes, there are, but their levels aren’t high, and they can’t offer what we want, so I’ve refused them all. Right now, the only ones you can summon are the two I told you about before, but you absolutely must summon one of them, the one you summoned with the Soul of the Sea, in the sea,” Frank replied.
“Well, so that means the highest I can summon tomorrow is that senior who needs to take me on a tour of the Church of the Dead’s cemetery.” Phil Gray frowned, his disappointment evident.
"A god-level undead can still exist for a day. The other holy sons shouldn't be able to do anything more powerful than this, right?" Eli muttered to himself.
“Don’t forget, that saintess could summon her mother, who was at the level of a god-descended being. Who knows if she can summon a grandmother at the level of a god-level being?” Phil Gray said with a serious expression.
“That’s quite possible,” Eli realized.
"And then there's that Holy Son Yilai Zhe. He already has so many undead, which is more than enough to surpass us in terms of sheer numbers. If he summons a few more high-level undead, wouldn't his score be even higher than ours?" Phil Gray frowned, deep in thought.
“Indeed.” Eli nodded, a worried look on his face.
“So, I’m wondering if there are any other ways,” Phil Gray said, stroking his chin as if deep in thought.
"Keep going! I'm here to support you in spirit," Eli said listlessly, leaning back in his chair.
“Mr. Frank, could you help me make one last effort tonight in the Abyss of the Dead to find a guest of a higher rank?” Phil Gray asked earnestly.
"Don't you think about it? The next level is the Divine Path level. Do you really expect me to find a Divine Path level undead? That's too rare. Do you think I can contact such a big shot? ... Sigh, but I'll try my best. Don't have too high hopes." The Ghost, who was initially speechless, looked at the other party's sincere and expectant sapphire blue eyes and changed his tone to "I'll try."
“Okay, if you can find it, you can ask that senior who is going to the cemetery to bring me the token tomorrow.” Phil Gray’s face turned into a wry smile; this path seemed to be getting more and more blocked.
Frank indeed had no way of finding a higher-level undead in such a short time, and also had no way of handing over the summoning token to him within a limited time.
“Don’t be so pessimistic. You’re overestimating them. If every chosen one of the Church of the Dead could summon a god-degraded undead at will, Dawn wouldn’t be the boss of the Ver Continent today,” Eli said with a smile.
"I hope so."
"Judging from today's performance, your score is definitely the highest, don't worry. Oh dear, how come I, who came in last place, have to comfort you, the first place winner? I protest! Now I'm going out to scavenge all the delicious food here for the Nightfall, want to come along?" Elitton stood up abruptly and invited.
"Okay, let's go!"
The two men and the ghost followed the smell of delicious food to the restaurant. In this territory of the Church of the Dead, Frank finally rediscovered the feeling of being human.
Because the restaurant owner even asked him what he wanted to order.
Only in the area of the Church of the Dead are there so many people who can see ghosts.
As the two men and a ghost were enjoying the Church of the Dead's specialties, Phil Gray suddenly felt a pang of unease, a sense of impending doom washing over him.
He hurriedly put down his chopsticks and looked around warily, but found nothing unusual.
The diners were engrossed in their food, and the restaurant was quiet except for the sound of chewing. The deathly atmosphere of the Church of the Dead headquarters was unusually desolate, even during mealtimes.
"What's wrong?" Eli noticed Phil's unusual behavior and asked with concern.
Phil Gray shook his head and said softly, "It's nothing. I just clearly felt a pair of eyes watching me from the shadows, but then the gaze suddenly vanished without a trace."
Eli was about to say something, but his expression changed and his lips twitched. "Someone is actually coming."
"Hmm?" Phil Gray turned his head and saw a group of undead waving at him.
"What a coincidence! Do you two also enjoy the food at this restaurant?" Yi Lai Zhe sat down opposite them with a grin, then ordered a waiter to come over and ordered a few more dishes.
“Look at you all. While I was away, none of you ordered the best dishes here. But you can’t say you’ve been to this restaurant if you don’t try these.”
Eli rolled his eyes. This guy was openly coming over to freeload.
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