Hell The moment he heard that he was not allowed to leave, Lin Xingchen immediately revealed his backup plan. It turned out that he had secretly transferred magic power to his clothes since he came to this place.

This dress is woven with snow silk, and it is the silk spit out by the magical snow silkworms. Although it did not produce magical silk as Lin Xingchen had originally expected, the silk it spit out has the ability to conduct magic like other magic metals.

Lin Xingchen used this to weave a complex magic circle, which had the ability to locate compared to the previous random teleportation. More importantly, it would not cause too much elemental fluctuation when activated.

Now that his magic power has been accumulated, he stood up and made a face at the five big guys present: "I won't play with you guys anymore. I'm going home. Bye. You..." The space elements instantly gathered into a magic circle to wrap him up and teleport him.

Before leaving, he did not forget to make a few mocking expressions. Just when he looked happy, a sword light flew past Lin Xingchen and he opened his eyes again.

He thought he had returned home, but when he looked at his position again, he almost cried. His body had not moved at all and was still in the same place.

He was so scared that he quickly checked the magic circle inside his inner robe, but to his disappointment, the magic circle had been activated but the person was still there.

"Impossible! I have tried so many times, how could I fail!" At this moment he no longer had the composure he had at the beginning. If the magic circle didn't work, he would just mobilize his own magic power and rely on his own abilities.

The space magic instant movement was activated immediately, but he still refused to move. Unconvinced, he tried many different methods but still stood in the same position.

After seven or eight times, he gave up trying, looking at the five pairs of dead eyes with a pale face, and an awkward smile appeared on his face: "My five lords, I was just joking with you just now, I hope you don't mind!"

"Carlette, Aaron, I leave him to you. Don't let me see him before he becomes extraordinary!" After the boss said this, he sat on the chair and disappeared.

The two men called Carlett and Aaron stood up and looked at him with a smile: "Boy, you are so unlucky to meet me. I hope we can have a good time in the next few days, just like when you winked at me just now."

"Let me introduce myself, Karlett, a swordsman who likes close combat!" After introducing myself, I pointed to the lich mage I had fought and said, "His name is Aaron, he is a very strict person, not as easy to talk to as me!"

At this moment, Lin Xingchen really wanted to draw out his magic wand and hit this grinning undead on the head, but he didn't dare to do or say anything more, thinking that he would definitely not be his opponent.

"Sir, please let me go back out of pity for me! After I go back, I will burn incense and greet you every day, and wish you a speedy ascension to heaven." Lin Xingchen laughed dryly and began to talk nonsense.

"What does it mean to reach paradise early?" Carlette became interested.

"It means that I wish you to get rid of your current body as soon as possible and be reincarnated as a human being soon!" Lin Xingchen tried to explain it in a nice way. After all, not everyone is willing to be a ghost and no one wants to be a human being.

"Bullshit... it's a stinky fart. I tell you I really like my current state. It's so boring to be a human again. Being a human is not as comfortable as being a ghost." The flattery hit the horse's hoof. This was Lin Xingchen's desperate cry in his heart.

"Don't play tricks on me, kid. There is only one way for you to leave here, and that is to use all your skills to make me think you are good enough."

"Okay, Karlett, stop talking nonsense. From tomorrow on, I'll give you the morning and you the afternoon. Let him have a good rest tonight." The lich wizard called Aaron disappeared on the spot after saying this.

The other two people sitting on the chairs also had weird smiles on their faces, and those green eyes made Lin Xingchen feel very uncomfortable.

Since he had no way of escaping, he decided to make the best of it. When a bright moon rose in the sky, he tried to activate the teleportation array again.

Unfortunately, every time he failed at a critical moment, after calming down, he realized that these big guys would not do anything to him for a while, but if he could not satisfy these big guys in the following period of time, the outcome would probably be different.

The next morning he was awakened by a bone spear. After washing up, he followed the Aaronic lich to a place similar to an altar.

"Today I will teach you magic. During these three days I will gradually understand your knowledge and abilities. After three days we will begin formal instruction."

“First, tell me about your achievements in magic. Remember, it’s best to explain each one clearly, otherwise I won’t be polite when the time comes.” Aaron and Justin, both liches, look nothing alike. If it weren’t for the green light in their eyes, Lin Xingchen would have thought that the person in front of him was a real person.

"My magic has the highest affinity with space elements and water elements, while fire and wind elements are slightly weaker. I have made good achievements in potions and magic arrays. My potions have reached the master level, and my magic arrays are close to the master level." Lin Xingchen described every bit of his ability in great detail.

The two spent more time communicating in the morning, but in the afternoon, Carlette's communication was a bit rough.

The undead, who was holding a bowl of unknown food, said with a smile on his face: "I also heard some of your conversation with Aaron this morning, but that was about magic, which I don't understand, so I will talk to you about martial arts now."

"My teaching method is relatively simple, but it is very effective. I would like to remind you to protect your life. I hope you can let me play for a little longer."

As he spoke, a long sword appeared in his hand. After thinking for a while, he put the long sword away and replaced it with a bone long sword.

"You are not worthy enough for me to use my old friend now. This thing I made casually can be used to play with you. I hope you can use all your abilities, whether it is magic or sword skills, you must use all your strength. Otherwise, if you don’t let me have enough fun, I will turn you into an undead." After saying that, the bone sword in his hand stabbed towards Lin Xingchen.

Lin Xingchen quickly took out his sword and barely blocked this ordinary sword: "Very good, remember, you must use all your strength." The strength and speed of Kallette's hands also increased slightly.

I don't know how many times I was knocked down, but to be honest, Lin Xingchen felt very uncomfortable in his heart. This bastard was like a cat playing with a mouse, constantly teasing him. This frustrating feeling was not like the trial in the Sky City.

The trial in the Sky City was just to hone skills, but this guy was using real fists to fight, and his sword was as fast as Lin Xingchen's.

But every time this guy's sword was able to restrain Lin Xingchen from exerting any strength he could, and the same move would often be used three times.

He would not make any move the first time. If he fails to block the second time, he would slap Lin Xingchen's hand with the back of the sword as a punishment. The third time, he would hit him on the head or face with the back of the sword as if to scold him for being brainless.

It would be terrible if he failed to break or block the same move for the fourth time, as he would mercilessly cut a wound on his body. The wound would not be big but would be incredibly painful.

After an afternoon of sparring, Lin Xingchen was covered with wounds. In Kallette's words, he originally wanted to write "idiot" on Lin Xingchen's face and chest, but there was not enough time, so he had to try again next time.

Compared to this Kaletlin Xingchen still thinks Aaron is worthy of being a magician. He still likes the teaching method of this kind master.

However, he changed his mind on the fourth day. He still felt that although this bastard, Carlett, was hateful, he was at least a human being and just a little bit worse at best.

Aaron really displayed the nature of the undead to the extreme. This hellish life made him miserable.

Every time he felt that he was not far from death, he even thought that it would be better for him to just die than to be tortured here by these perverts.

But every time these guys stopped just before he was about to die and treated his injuries. Sometimes Lin Xingchen cursed and hoped they would just hack him to death.

As a result, that bastard Aaron's words silenced Lin Xingchen's thoughts of seeking death. "If you die, I will turn you into an undead puppet, and then hang you outside your house and let you hang around there every day."

Lin Xingchen had no doubt that this perverted undead was joking with him. According to their own introduction, these people all voluntarily gave up their original lives and turned into undead, and their reasons were very ridiculous.

When Kalet was still a human, he had to face people who moved and disgusted him every day, which made him very uncomfortable. So after he turned into an undead, he was no longer bound by this and he lived a very happy life.

Aaron's reasons were even more powerful. He said that flesh and blood had become a stumbling block preventing him from becoming stronger. After becoming a lich, his strength had been greatly improved. He also felt that becoming a lich made him very happy.

In response to such a statement, Lin Xingchen could only say, "Boss, as long as you are happy," but in his heart he kept cursing these two perverts.

At first, he still had the energy to record the date and daily routine of each day, but as his teaching continued and his injuries became more serious, he no longer had the extra time to record these things.

Wandering back and forth at the gate of hell every day, he even suspected that one day he might step into empty air and leave this plane of the undead directly, entering the underworld, the final destination of all the dead.

Time passed as he was constantly exploited. He could no longer remember what he was doing. Every day he was fighting and getting injured.

Every time he was injured, someone would heal him so that he could devote himself to the next day's action.