Buzz!

A sports car ran over the scattered sunlight chopped up by the treetops, speeding wildly on the road, its engine making a husky-like howling sound, forming a sharp contrast with the elegant and silent floating car passing by.

"Will we really not attract attention if we do this?" Igula, who was in the co-pilot seat, was worried. "It's like a homeless old man in withdrawal suddenly appeared on the rosy university campus - do we have to take the road?"

An Nan, who was driving, shrugged. "It's easier to be spotted if you take the side roads. No one would take the side roads unless they have shit on them. Besides, driving on the non-motorized vehicle lane is against traffic regulations. The Baroness and Red Hat can find us by just checking who is using the car to play in the mud."

"Driving this classic car will attract attention, but not the kind you might think."

"Nowadays, when automatically operated floating cars are popular, retro-style classic cars that must be operated manually naturally have many fans. Nothing can better show one's 'noble taste' than nostalgia."

"Plus, this Uzi Lantern Extinguisher is a special model that my father modified," An Nan smiled slightly, "and the dragon pattern on the outside will flicker and light up at night. When others see it, they will think that the average age of the passengers in this car is less than 20 years old."

Igula raised his eyebrows: "Why is the sports car modified by your father in your grandfather's tomb?"

"Because Grandpa hated Dad's sports cars, and Dad's favorite thing to do was to urinate on the corpses of his enemies - that's not what I meant, but you get the idea."

"I say, compared to the level of fashion, can you please consider the passengers' praise first?" Ash in the back seat grinned: "We are almost pregnant from being squeezed!"

At 6 o'clock in the morning, the funeral home staff left Grandpa An Nan's grave on time, but this time they no longer rode bicycles, because there was an Uzi sports car in the tomb as a means of transportation.

As a tool for escape, they cannot ask too much of this sports car. After all, decades have passed, and the fact that this car can still run is something we should pay tribute to the car manufacturers that went bankrupt due to the impact of the automobile trend.

However, perhaps the ancestors of the Duolan family were very confident about the decline of their family, so this sports car is a standard four-seater, and fat passengers are not allowed.

Among the six of them, first of all, no matter how friendly the eldest daughter was, she would never squeeze in with the working people. She was responsible for driving, and the co-pilot's seat was decided by guessing the dice. Igula, who 'never cheats', successfully killed everyone.

Originally, Aunt Borgin should have held Liz, but Liz kept drooping her eyelids and insisted on hanging on Ash to sleep, so Ash could only hold Liz and squeeze in the back row with the necromancer and the butler - it was a pity that there was no fragrance of leek dumplings, otherwise Ash would have dreamed of the good times of rushing to the subway at eight o'clock in the morning.

"Just bear with it." Igula said, "You have the biggest butt and you're still complaining. Neither of them has said anything yet."

"Pan Ji, can your suitcase hold more people? I suggest putting the one with the stinkiest mouth in first, so it can purify the air in the car..."

Compared to Ash who only knows how to complain, Harvey is more interested in life: "It's sunny today."

"Yeah." Banji also nodded: "It's a good day to do a thorough cleaning."

"Can we stop for a while at noon? I want Alice to come out and bask in the sun."

After a brief silence, An Nan asked, "There is something I wanted to ask Mr. Harvey last night, but I didn't know whether I should ask it."

"Ask me." Although he was on the run, Harvey seemed to be in a good mood: "Just don't ask me what I do in the shower."

Putting aside other things, Ash feels that Harvey has a talent for writing novels - how does he manage to arouse other people's curiosity with just a few words?

"The partner you drove yesterday was the corpse I took you to buy last time, right?"

"Yes, Alice is your gift to me."

"But I remember," An Nan said with a complicated expression, "the body I bought... was a man."

As soon as these words were spoken, Ash didn't care about the crowd and quickly squeezed towards the pancake side, trying to draw a dividing line with Harvey so that they wouldn't touch each other.

"It was indeed a man at first," Harvey nodded, "but after listening to Ash's advice, I made some temporary modifications - as a necromancer, it's reasonable for me to know a little bit of biological modification - so Alice was born."

Ash was stunned: "What advice did I give you?"

"Sexual function and functionality."

Harvey said: "I found that I had been emphasizing the functionality of my partner and ignoring the potential of the body's sexual function."

"For example, normal corpses are hideous, pale, pus-filled, and huge in size. They can shock and pressure the enemy from a sensory level. However, this type of deterrence can only scare ordinary people. Normal magicians will not be afraid of it at all. For example, Ash, are you afraid of corpses?"

"How is that possible!" Ash's voice rose an octave: "I'm not even afraid of the living, so why would I be afraid of the dead?"

"Ash is afraid of horrible corpses" - Annan, Panji, and Igula silently recorded it in their hearts.

"But I was deeply inspired by what you said, Ash, and decided to take another route - dressing the corpse up to a type that can arouse people's desires. The beauty of the corpse will form a sharp contrast with the combat power of the corpse itself, and then..."

Ash understood: "Will it inspire fear in the enemy's heart?"

"No!" Harvey said in a high voice, the sun shining in his pupils, making it hard to tell whether it was fanaticism or brilliance: "The enemy will definitely be attracted by this beautiful power, and realize that the dead spirits are the magic faction that will make everyone happy, and then become Haagen-Dazs's lackeys-"

Ash asked, "Who is Haagen Dazs?"

"It's a legend among us necromancers, about a great being that endows the dead with souls." Harvey looked at Ash and said, "Are you interested in learning about the benevolent and great Haagen-Dazs? Our necromancer faction is not a religion, but it is definitely much more exciting than religion—"

"A long-standing magic faction will create such a 'great being'. It may be derived from the story of a legendary magician, or it may be the former glory of a lost god." Igula explained calmly: "For example, our psychic faction also has a great being Madara who is said to be the aggregation of the consciousness of all living beings. The vertical pupil on his forehead can make the world dance as he pleases - but psychics will basically not degenerate to follow a cultural symbol."

The Necromancer didn't care about the Trickster's provocation. They had quarreled from time to time during the jailbreak plan - or rather, everyone had quarreled with Igula, after all, only customers could enjoy Igula's care like a spring breeze - if Igula was hot ice, then Harvey was cold fire, he didn't like to hurt others, he only liked to burn others into torches like himself.

"So what you mean is that you want to use beautiful girls to arouse people's interest in the Undead faction?"

"Yeah, isn't that what you taught me?"

Although this was not what Ash meant at the time, Harvey's idea of ​​"beautiful girl → attracting traffic" subtly fits the mobile game model.

"Then why do we need to transform men into beautiful girls?" An Nan expressed his politically correct dissatisfaction: "Isn't it okay to be a beautiful boy?"

"I personally think women played by men are more attractive."

"Why?"

"Because there is a vivid example right next to me."

Everyone looked at Igula who was in the co-pilot seat. The fraudster had never expected that this could be linked to him, but he was not panicked: "You have good vision."

As for humiliation, as long as the other party does not feel it is humiliating, it will lose its effect.