Harvey ignored his companions' complaints and said seriously, "This is undoubtedly the work of a necromancer, at least a sanctuary necromancer... no, he could even be a legendary necromancer! The Mermaid Houttuynia Cordata Farm he set up is indeed unique, but his intentions are vicious and his methods are cruel. He completely betrayed the necromancy doctrine of Haagen-Dazs... I despise him."
As expected, only people in the same industry can have naked hatred. The two-winged necromancer's tone was full of contempt.
"Although necromancers use corpses and souls as materials for casting spells, the corpses are usually taken from dead people, and the souls are captured from the evil spirits struggling out of hell. Necromancers like the Blood Saints are basically armchair players, and even the corpses have to be sent to the hospital."
"Even a reckless man who likes fresh and hot things would just kill someone and use local materials to make the corpse himself."
Ash and the others heaved a sigh of relief - the understatement of "even if", "just", "that's all" were enough to prove that the perverted necromancer was still inside Harvey.
“But it’s different here.”
Harvey said, "If we necromancers are chefs who make cooked food, then this is a heretical restaurant that produces sashimi and raw food. These mermaid houttuynias are full of the fishy smell of living people."
Everyone was startled and looked at An Nan.
An Nan touched her earrings and said without comment, "Let's talk while we walk."
The funeral procession walked in the wide square, carefully avoiding the various forms of the mermaid houttuynia. If the previous caution was due to fear, then now their movements also had a protective nature, as if they were afraid of breaking these fragile objects.
"Do you still remember the family reincarnation dream? The purpose is to suppress the threshold caused by the tribe members inhaling beauty mist every day?" An Nan said: "You have also experienced the dream. Do you think the threshold is suppressed?"
"Yes." Igula said affirmatively: "I used the Gospel to pay attention to the hormonal changes in my body. Every time I leave the dream, the secretion of various hormones becomes normal."
"Then, can it be suppressed for a day, a week, a month, a year?" An Nan said, "Do you think dreams can be suppressed for a hundred years?"
The outsiders blinked their eyes; they understood An Nan's subtext.
"No matter how effective the family reincarnation dream is, the threshold will still increase little by little, and the physiological changes in the organs will accumulate and cannot be reversed. The progress bar will eventually be full." An Nan explained: "Because of different physical conditions, the progress bars of different races are fast or slow. For example, the progress bar of humans is full at about 65 years old."
Ash swallowed and said, "What will happen after the progress bar is full?"
“They no longer have to work, but come here to live out the rest of their lives… They are retired forever.”
"So, you Fanmulans have a pretty good old age." Igula sneered, "After all, there is no old age."
An Nan said calmly, "You just saw those Brahma people who were 'broken' because of the decrease in the concentration of white mist. When the Brahma people's threshold progress bar is full, their physical condition is equivalent to 'all parts are broken'. Even if the white mist is concentrated into liquid and injected into their blood vessels, it cannot 'repair' them."
"Beauty Mist is not a miracle. The pleasure it brings has a price. For the organization, the pleasure brought by Beauty Mist reduces people's desires, and thus reduces the success rate of magicians. After all, magicians are almost all the greediest creatures. If there is no desire in the heart, who will work hard to practice and learn?"
"In the entire Gospel, the ratio of magicians in Fanmu La is the lowest. There are only three magicians in the Holy Land, Qinna, which is less than half of Azula's."
"For individuals, the Beauty Mist destroyed most of their subjective initiative. Most people were willing to become the pawns of the clan leader, surviving like cattle and horses in reality and living like babies in dreams."
"After living a happy life for most of their lives, they are like parts that are overloaded every day, and their bodies will be overwhelmed and scrapped prematurely."
"In the beginning, these people were just dead and could be buried as fertilizer. But there was a talented necromancer who, I don't know whether he thought it was a waste to bury them like that or he really cared about these dead people, he eventually developed a miracle that allowed the Brahmans to have a 'decent retirement'."
"The white mist emitted by the mermaid houttuynia cordata can no longer meet your threshold? Then let you directly convert it into mermaid houttuynia cordata, without the middleman making a profit from the price difference."
"You are too old to work? Then just don't work. Let you immerse yourself in your dreams forever, and the extra joy will turn into mist and dissipate."
“Forever retired, forever happy, forever out of touch with reality.”
Ash murmured, "It sounds really good..."
Liz patted the back of Ash's head.
"Of course it's great. After all, this is a 'miracle'." An Nan emphasized his tone, and it was hard to tell whether he was sneering or sighing: "The Gospel Book can accurately estimate which people's progress bars are about to reach the maximum value. Before the last day arrives, these old and frail tribesmen will come to the farm on their own initiative under the reminder of the Gospel Book. When their progress bars reach the maximum value and their bodies are completely broken down, the emblem will induce the miracle ritual in the farm and turn them into mermaid houttuynia."
"By the way, the appearance of these mermaids has nothing to do with their true selves, but is the image they most desire to become in their hearts, so most of the people here are young handsome men and beautiful women."
Ash looked around and said, "No, there are so many beauties here. If the ratio of men to women were about the same..."
"It's a normal desire to want to be the opposite sex," Igulla said. "Gender reassignment surgery has always been popular in the blood moon."
Ash looked at Igula in shock: "Igula, how do you know all this? Were you a truly pure Veela in the past?"
Igula rolled his eyes at him and said, "There are many people who have changed their gender but not their mentality. "Correcting one's gender identity" is a popular project in the psychological counseling industry. Are you interested, Ash? I can give you a 20% discount."
"I'm interested. I never realized that I'm a handsome, kind, friendly, humorous, sunny, strong, super handsome guy. Please correct me."
"Stop talking Ash. That annoying little girl behind you is about to vomit."
"So can we get out of here quickly?"
Harvey was like a cockroach that fell into a perfume bottle, feeling very uncomfortable: "Alice told me that he was very uncomfortable."
“Almost there.”
An Nan led them into a passage outside the square. Unlike the square, this passage had no signs of artificial repair and looked like a natural cave.
The moment they stepped in, Liz and Ash both shuddered. After walking for a while, Ash couldn't help but say, "What is this place? I feel itchy all over my body."
An Nan looked at Yaxiu in surprise: "You are also proficient in the time faction?"
Igula's eyes flickered, and he immediately summoned the Gospel to check the time, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
The stopwatch on the Gospel time was spinning rapidly. When Igula felt one second had passed, a full thirty seconds had passed on the Gospel time!
"I forgot to tell you that the Mermaid Houttuynia Farm is built in the abyss, and this is the passage between the abysses. Both time and space will be compressed." An Nan said: "When we pass through this passage, we will leave Fanmula and reach the abyss of another city."