Douluo Jueshi: I Don't Want to Be an Evil Soul Master

Chapter 160 First Entry
Lin Xiao remained silent.

It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but just resisting the discomfort caused by the Great Elder's words had already consumed a lot of his energy.

This is not just a difference in cultivation. The Great Elder possesses a strange power. Lin Xiao is afraid that as soon as he opens his mouth, he will say something he shouldn't say.

"hehe."

Seeing this, the Great Elder laughed again from under his cloak and moved a little closer, the salty smell of sea water on his body becoming more obvious.

"What a lovely child! I really like you more and more. Do you want to ditch your teacher and come with me?"

Lin Xiao shook his head slightly.

The Great Elder was not annoyed, and his tone was still smiling. "Forget it then. If you can live long enough, maybe we will have the chance to meet again in the future."

As the Great Elder spoke, her figure silently merged into the air. When Lin Xiao looked up again, she was no longer around.

Looking at the darkness in the distance, Lin Xiao temporarily put aside the matter of the Great Elder and whispered in his heart, "Teacher, did you notice anything when you invited the Holy Emperor just now?"

There was a slight tremor in the sea of ​​​​spirituality, but Alex did not respond immediately. It was not until a moment later that he slowly said, "I feel it."

"Teacher, do you know what that is?"

Alex was silent for a moment. "I'm not sure what it is exactly, but that 'Saint Emperor' doesn't have the same power as the soul masters in this world. Perhaps it doesn't belong to this world."

"Then is it a god?" Lin Xiao guessed boldly.

"I'm not sure if the gods of this world are the same as the gods of my original world. If we go by the standards of my world, they haven't reached the realm of gods yet."

"But even so, it's still beyond the level of the soul masters on this continent." Alex sighed softly, "It seems that this Holy Spirit Cult is more mysterious than I expected."

Hearing Alex's words, Lin Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly. No matter what that Saint Emperor was, it was an existence out of reach for him right now.

Without stopping for too long, Lin Xiao calmed down and headed out of the forest.

Just as he stepped out of the Demonic Forest, a faint smell of blood came from afar on the wind. Without thinking, he could guess that it was the "masterpiece" of the Holy Spirit Church disciples who had just left.

Since Zhongli Wu ordered them to "have fun to their heart's content", they naturally did not need to continue to endure and could use their methods to their heart's content.

Lin Xiao thought about it, turned around and followed the direction of the smell of blood. Not long after, a village appeared in front of him.

The village was completely silent. There was no light coming from the houses along the roadside, not even the chirping of insects could be heard. Only the smell of blood coming from the tip of the nose had become much stronger.

The dirt road beneath his feet was a bit muddy, as if it had just rained lightly. Lin Xiao turned his head slightly and saw that most of the houses on the roadside had their doors wide open, and the dilapidated wooden doors occasionally made a creaking sound.

I don't know what left a dark brown mark that spread from the roadside to the house.

The tables and chairs in the room were overturned, and the already flimsy containers were knocked to the ground, leaving fragments all over the floor. A small, muddy child's shoe could be vaguely seen lying alone under the bed, with a few smooth stones scattered around it.

On the bed lay an unfinished, finely stitched cotton-padded jacket, its sewing basket overturned beside it, the colorful threads tangled and obscured by a sticky filth. Passing through the houses, the bloodstains splattered on the low walls seemed to still faintly glow with warmth. There was no one in sight, no corpses.

For the Holy Spirit Church, these are all top-quality materials, so how could they be wasted?

Lin Xiao's expression did not change at all, he just left his presence here very calmly.

This was not the first time he had seen such a scene, nor was it the first time he had known the style of the Holy Spirit Church. On the contrary, as a Holy Envoy, he should fully integrate into it on this joyous night.

But after he left, he spoke again in his heart.

"Teacher, why don't you take this opportunity to teach me some more necromancy."

"Okay." Electrolux didn't disturb Lin Xiao until he heard him speak, then he responded to him.

"You've already experienced death and the soul before. After that, it's about the methods and spells of necromancy."

"In fact, you are already very clear about the essence of necromancy. It is the control of the souls and bodies of the deceased. You have also experienced this kind of control. Before this, you were already able to control some residual souls."

"In my world, countless necromancers have refined this process into spells through extensive experimentation and accumulated experience. Different spells have different effects and correspond to different operations."

"Today we begin with the simplest 'dialogue', a way to communicate with the dead."

"Not all souls have the ability to communicate with the living, so this method is not achieved through words, but directly reaches the essence of the soul. Therefore, there are no lies in this kind of communication."

Alex's voice gradually became lower, and then a string of difficult spells sounded in Lin Xiao's spiritual sea.

He spread out his right palm, and a shadow suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand. Lin Xiao listened to the echo in the sea of ​​​​spiritual energy and spoke softly.

And after that, what appeared in his mind was not the voice of the remnant soul in his palm, but its memories.

Lin Xiao quickly understood why Alex started teaching with this spell.

It was called a "conversation," but it was actually somewhat similar to the process he had previously used to review his soul memories, except that his method was a bit more crude compared to Alex's spells. Starting with this string of spells, he naturally understood the effects of the spells more easily.

The soul named "Fengshen" was still wandering gently in the palm of his hand, but his huge memories had already poured into Lin Xiao's spiritual sea.

From the design to the production, improvement and use of the soul guide, scenes after scenes unfolded in front of Lin Xiao in every detail. A ninth-level soul guide, the memories he brought were far more valuable than this remnant soul itself.

Temporarily sealing those memories, Lin Xiao felt the effect of the spell, compared it with his previous rough actions, and slowly understood the undead magic from another world.

Perhaps the real horror of the necromancer is not just their ability to control the dead, but what is even more terrifying is that they can learn and master a vast amount of knowledge from the memories of the dead.

　Sorry, I came back late today because of something. This is the only chapter I have. I will make up the rest tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)