"It's so heavy, can you cut the waist first?"

On the tenth level of the Spiral of Silence, Harvey lay on the edge of the crack and grabbed the orc with his only right hand. Logically, he had no other limbs to hold on to the ground, so he should be dragged down by the orc. However, there was a mummy behind Harvey holding him. Although the mummy did not have much strength, its overall mass was at least greater than that of the orc.

The orc smiled bitterly: "Even if I am willing, I don't have the hands to cut my kidneys. Besides, the reason you can't lift me up, mentor, is probably not because of my weight."

Chikala's condition was only slightly better than Xavi's. His left hand had regenerated to the elbow, but his legs were still empty.

The moment Chikara was rushed into the crack, Harvey immediately spread his virtual wings and flew over, grabbing Chikara's wrist at the critical moment. However, the virtual wings not only failed to lift them up, but Harvey was almost dragged down by Chikara. Fortunately, Harvey was able to control Alice, and the three of them hugged each other to barely stop falling.

However, three minutes later, Harvey not only failed to pull up Chikara, but even fell down a little. Although it was an original, Harvey's body was just produced, and even the limbs were not complete. His muscles, blood vessels, and skin were too delicate. In short, he was not durable.

After three minutes of exertion, Harvey's right hand had become sore and he couldn't even lift his elbow. The necromancer thought for a moment, and his arm suddenly turned gray and dry, like a ghoul's arm.

"It's not a matter of strength." Chikala shook his head: "If strength was useful, you would have pulled me up just now."

Harvey didn't answer, but the gray and black on his arm spread to Chikara's hand. The orc was startled, and then he understood the necromancer's intention, "You want to turn me into a corpse to see if you can remove my special state, and then find a way to turn me back to a normal person?"

However, when the corpse gas spread over half of Chikara's body, the orc gasped and shuddered: "Teacher, stop, I, I can't stand it... It's so scary, so uncomfortable, I don't want to..."

"Teacher, have you been suffering from this kind of torture?" Chikala's teeth chattered, but it didn't affect his chatter at all: "The parts infected by the corpse qi are like being stuffed into a box the size of a finger. I can't move, turn, or touch them. I'm so depressed that I want to cut off these parts directly."

"Teacher, when you used the Ice-cold Flowing Fire, your entire body was saturated with corpse qi. Doesn't that mean..."

"That's the closest thing to death," Harvey said. "Being trapped in a box, unable to think, unable to move, unable to do anything, trapped forever."

Chikala couldn't help but ask, "In that case, then you should be very afraid of death, right?"

"That's just approaching death, not real death," Harvey said. "According to Haagen-Dazs, death means no joy, no pain, no action, and no stillness. Death is nothing, the ultimate of everything. Death is not a feeling, but a state, just like when you grow up and fall asleep, so it is not worth fearing, nor is there any need to yearn for it."

"When you first come into contact with corpse qi, you may feel fear and disgust, but when you are exposed to corpse qi for a long time, you will begin to seek a deeper death. For example, when I experienced corpse qi after smoking tobacco candy, I felt like I was really dead."

Chikala smiled bitterly and said, "Teacher, your taste is too...high-end."

The orc turned his head and looked at the rain of people falling from the crack, then he turned his head to look at Harvey and murmured, "Teacher, why... didn't you fall down?"

"I thought it was because of your great strength, but I just saw the 'Forest Ranger' Qin Ri also fall down. Even the legendary magician can't resist this kind of disaster, so it shouldn't be a problem of strength, not to mention that you, the mentor, have just recovered from a serious injury."

"If it's because of race, that's not right. Most of the people who fell down were humans, and I'm an orc. Age? Gender? Magic faction? I don't think they are the decisive factors."

Harvey said, "There is only one difference between you and me."

"Yes." Chikala said, "I am a Senluo person, but you, mentor, are not."

"Let me give you a rough description. I feel like I am in a torrent, being pushed down. All my struggles will be offset by the torrent, so the virtual wings are useless, the magic spirits are useless, and miracles are useless." The orc said, "If this is a disaster that only affects the people of Senluo, then I am afraid that all the people of Senluo are being washed into the spiral of silence, and no matter whether they are magicians or non-magicians, they will all die."

"At that time, only outsiders like you will survive, and all the Senluo people will die."

Harvey looked at Chikara quietly. In the drizzling rain of people, the mentor and the apprentice enjoyed a rare quietness.

After a long while, Chikala finally spoke slowly:

"Grass!"

The orc trembled all over, grasping the necromancer's arm tightly, gnashing his teeth almost to pieces, and roared in anger: "Why do we all have to die! And you can survive just because you are not Senluo people?! Why! Why! Why! "

"I am a Saint Realm Magician! A Saint Realm Magician above all living beings! How can I die like the crowd, so insignificant, so... aggrieved!"

Chikala cried so hard that tears and snot came out, and even cried like a child. This orc who was smooth, flexible, and easy-going showed his true side at this moment, without any skills, all emotions were revealed.

This is the charm of death. In the face of the fairest death, all living beings can express their true heart.

"I'm sorry, mentor." Chikara sobbed and squinted his eyes hard, as if trying to squeeze out the tears: "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."

"Not ugly." Harvey said, "I used to be unable to tell the difference between you orcs, but just now, I remembered you. No matter who you are, when you charge towards death, you will show your true beauty."

The orc sniffed and smiled bitterly, "I really don't know if you are mocking me... I also want to welcome death as calmly and even happily as you, but I really can't do it. In fact, most people in this world can't do it, so there is a position like hospice caregiver."

"You won't die," Harvey said. "I'll hold you for an hour, a day, or a year."

"I promised to train you to be a qualified necromancer. At least, I won't let you die before teaching you the most basic knowledge."

Chikara asked, "What are the basics of a necromancer?"

"How to become a qualified corpse." Harvey replied.

"Teach me quickly." the orc urged.

"There's nothing much to teach you," Harvey said. "We can't choose our birth, our fate, or even our death. So the value of a corpse is reflected in whether it lived seriously during its lifetime."

"Being serious is not about being positive, successful, or having everything go smoothly, but whether you have hope in your heart. As long as you still have a place you want to go, even if you live on a flyover and eat garbage, you are still a top-notch corpse; if you live without a goal, even if you are a legendary magician, you are still low-quality material."

Chikala listened very carefully and suddenly burst out laughing.

"What's wrong?"

"I found that I used to be low-quality material, but just now, I became high-quality."

Harvey was a little surprised: "What do you mean?"

"I never had any goals in the Fire Temple and the Four Pillars. It was only just now that I thought about learning the necromancy faction and wanted to become a great necromancer." Chikara smiled and said, "Am I qualified now?"

"I'm qualified." Harvey nodded: "Both as a corpse and as a necromancer."

"Great." The orc breathed a sigh of relief, but then shook his head: "It's a pity it's useless."

"Then I will also teach you how to provide hospice care." Chikala raised his head and said, "Teacher, you are really bad at talking. In the future, when you meet someone who is about to die, you should be nice to him. After all, he is about to become your material."

"That makes sense." Harvey nodded: "How do we do it?"

"It's actually quite complicated, with many tricks and taboos, but I don't have much time. I will teach you the elegy, and you can just sing it to the dying person in the future." Chikala said, "I will sing a line, and you sing a line."

"When I saw that everything that grows can be perfect only in a moment."

"There is nothing on the world's stage, only the flame that pulls in secret."

"I see humans growing like plants, endowed with prosperity and decline by the same sky."

"It was lush when young, but dull at noon. All the beauty has been wiped out from memory!"

"So this momentary trick allowed your youthful face to appear before me."

"And cruel Time and decay conspire To turn the days of thy youth into dark night,

"To love you, I will fight against time."

"What it took from you, I will rekindle."

When the last line was finished, Chikara's body had turned into transparent liquid, flowing through Harvey's fingers. A dozen fire spirits climbed up Harvey's withered arms, and together with the necromancer, they quietly looked at the creatures that fell into the crack.

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Click!

The Gray Fox's sharp blade was nailed between the rocks. The Black Crow looked up at the sky, his sight passing through more than a dozen layers of spirals of silence and directly seeing the sky of Senro.

People fell like rain, making Black Crow feel as if he had become a raindrop. He tried to climb up, but his body did not move at all, and all his strength fell into the air, as if he was holding not a person in his hand, but a hell.

Despite this, Black Crow did not show any trepidation and asked calmly, "Are you okay?"

He lowered his head and looked at the person he was pulling.

When the crack appeared just now, Black Crow had no way to avoid it and fell directly into the huge crack. At the same time, a person fell down from above. Black Crow almost subconsciously reached out to grab the other person, and then immediately pulled out the Gray Fox blade to chisel the wall to stop the attack.

Then there was a terrifying rain of people that made it impossible to look away, and the rescued person didn't say anything, so Black Crow didn't pay attention to him.

Until now, he saw that she was wearing cat-head pajamas, had a sweet face and a petite figure, and held Black Crow's wrist tightly with both hands. There was a bloody hole on the palm of her right hand that had just been pierced.

"I'm fine, Tamashi," she said calmly, looking up.