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Hearing Miss Mango say this, Tia was speechless.

Weren't we the ones who brought Miss Jin's body back?

"No problem!" Hua Zhen said, patting his chest. "Leave this to us. We actually know a very capable detective. We just need to ask him for help, and we'll get some clues."

Tia began to admire Hua Zhen from the bottom of her heart.

The real killer was right in front of them, but the killer said he would help the victim's family find the real killer.

Hua Zhen, you're really awesome.

Tia wasn't stupid enough to undermine Hua Zhen at this time, but she also wasn't shameless enough to support Hua Zhen at this moment, so she could only awkwardly laugh on the sidelines.

As for Hua Zhen, she didn't care at all.

One should be carefree in life.

Although it's true that we brought back Miss Jin's body, her death has nothing to do with us... at least not much, maybe just a tiny bit.

"Oh?" Miss Mango looked at Hua Zhen with surprise. "It seems you're quite confident. Well then, it's settled. Let me think... Let's meet at the Adventurers' Guild at noon today. I'll send someone to find you then."

"Huh?" Hua Zhen was taken aback. "Wasn't Miss Mango coming in person?"

"I don't like going out," Mango said coldly, "and I'm in a bad mood right now."

"What does this have to do with my mood?" Tia asked, puzzled. "It can't be because I didn't kiss you just now, can it?"

"When my magic is weak, I get in a bad mood," Mango said, crossing her legs. "You all saw what was on the cardboard sign, right?"

Hua Zhen and Tia Ge exchanged a glance and then nodded.

They've not only seen it, but they're also arguing about which lips are the right one to kiss...

"I am a necromancer. I occasionally take on some jobs, mainly in the funeral business. I offer a one-stop service for people to send off their loved ones in a pleasant way, including setting up banquets, having dancers at gravesites, and dancing at nightclubs. However, due to my physical condition, I sometimes fall into a state of suspended animation, so I have to remind my customers."

As she spoke, Mango looked toward the bed.

There, at some unknown time, another body appeared that looked exactly like Miss Mango.

"Wow, two mangoes!" Tia exclaimed in shock.

"Take another look?"

As he spoke, Mango snapped his fingers, and the body on the bed was visibly turning into a skeleton, its white bones covered with all sorts of twisted and bizarre runes.

"Wow, there are rune warriors too!" Hua Zhen exclaimed in shock.

"That appearance that looks like me is just an illusion, a projection created by the magic circle set up in the room. Although it is so realistic that even the touch feels real, it is actually deceiving your senses. In reality, you will only kiss the skeleton. By the way... as long as you do this, most of the magic power in your body will be drained by that skeleton to nourish me so that I can wake up from my state of suspended animation."

Miss Mango tilted her head, her slender, white index finger gently twirling a strand of her purple hair, and said this in a nonchalant manner.

Oh my god, there's even a honey trap here!

What's the difference between this and kissing a girl, then being sued for rape and blackmailed?

Hua Zhen thought the two sisters were really eccentric.

The older sister is a bit slow-witted, while the younger sister is full of mischief.

That purple-haired girl really needs to be taught a lesson by Kinoko Nasu.

Although Tia didn't know what mushrooms were, she made a simple and straightforward judgment about the purple-haired girl in front of her.

This is a bad target.

She always has a very accurate eye for people.

Seemingly noticing that Hua Zhen and Tia Ge's expressions were off, Ou Mango continued.

"That's normal, isn't it? After all, they need my help, so they naturally have to pay a price. I didn't really want to fake my death myself, since there are plenty of homeless people in the slums who can't find wives but have huge breasts..."

"Huh? How did you know?" Tia asked, puzzled.

"When I was walking at night, a homeless man suddenly jumped out of an alley and started shooting at me without saying a word," Mango said calmly. "I felt bad seeing him shooting so carelessly and damaging the environment, so I used the leftover fried chicken bone I had to help put it into the gun hole."

Hua Zhen suddenly felt a pain in her phantom limb.

Chicken bones... this is probably ruined.

"But... Miss Mango, don't you feel awkward having your face kissed by someone else?" Hua Zhen asked curiously.

The air temperature plummeted by ten degrees!

Miss Mango's face immediately turned gloomy.

"Ah... never mind. At first, I just randomly picked a streetwalker, gave her a few hundred Sola to paint her portrait as a preliminary disguise for the trap to steal magic. But later, for some reason, she reported me to the sheriff for violating her portrait rights, which made me pay 3000 Sola... Damn that bitch, I can run into ten men who've slept with her in the slums even when I go out to buy a pack of cigarettes! What kind of portrait rights does she have?!"

It seemed that Hua Zhen's words touched on a past that Miss Mango didn't want to recall, and she asked him to leave.

"Now that things have been settled, I should rest. I don't have any pastries or anything to offer you. You should go back and make preparations. There's nothing I can do if you can't get the Ghost Grass."

……

……

Since the other party had said that, Hua Zhen and the others could no longer stay there.

Anyway, the main objective has been achieved.

After they left, Ou Mango finished her tea, got up and went to the wall on the other side of the bed, where she easily pressed down one of the blue bricks.

The bricks slightly caved inward, then were activated by the magic circuits engraved within them. Pale blue magic stripes emerged, and a wall the size of a doorway in front of them slowly turned into points of light and scattered, revealing a staircase hidden behind them leading to the basement.

Miss Mango descended the steps and pushed open the iron door to the basement.

The space here is not large, filled with various odds and ends and old books. There are even cobwebs in the corners of the ceiling, but the most eye-catching thing is the altar-like structure made of black stones.

On the altar lay the corpse of a woman who had been dead for several days, her limbs twisted and contorted, as if she had unfortunately fallen to her death from a height.

"You died such an ugly death, sister..." Mango said softly. "I wonder who dumped you at my doorstep. It would have been better to bury you somewhere. But since you've been dumped here, I can't just sit idly by, otherwise those old fogies will come knocking on my door and nagging me again..."

As he spoke, Mango placed his hands on the corpse.

Immediately afterwards, a faint blue light emanated from her palm.

This is her home, and also her workshop.

The magician's workshop is their home turf.

Generally speaking, magic is not a convenient thing that can be made effective simply by chanting a few spells. If magic is likened to a bullet, then the preliminary preparation work is the process of constructing the gun itself.

Only when the firearm structure is stable enough will the bullet not explode during firing.

In the magician's workshop, the arrangement of magic circles and the design and modification of various magic spells can be prepared in advance. Even the nature of magic can be improved. Therefore, the speed and power of using magic here will be increased by several levels.

Just like cooking in the kitchen, all the ingredients, seasonings and utensils are washed, chopped and placed in the most convenient position in advance, and even the stove is pre-adjusted. Then the chef only needs to stir-fry step by step to make a delicious and colorful meal in the fastest time.

Strangely, there were no signs of magic circles or spells circulating in the basement, but Ojinjin's corpse lying on the altar began to repair itself. Its twisted limbs began to heal, its stagnant blood began to flow again, and even its heart began to beat slightly...

However, if you zoom out a little, you'll find that the spacetime around the altar seems to have changed, and even the surrounding light is distorted.

Mango closed her eyes and softly chanted, "Great evil god Azeroth, I am your most loyal believer in the world, O Mango. Please lend me your power so that I may bring my bloodline and the lives of my loved ones back to the mortal realm. In return, I will continue to increase your followers to fight against the goddess of pure love, Rias. The Minotaur Cult will surely flourish once again!"

After finishing the recitation, Jin Jin waved his hand, drew an "@" symbol in the air with his index finger, which was glowing with a deep blue light, and loudly recited:

"Rise again! My @humanity!!"

The light around the altar began to return to normal.

The deep blue color began to disappear.

The next second, Ojinjin on the altar opened her eyes wide. She clutched her chest and twisted and turned on the altar, but couldn't make a sound. Her face quickly turned red.

Mango stared at her with great interest, and just a second before the latter was about to faint from lack of oxygen, he delivered a precise and elegant chop to Jinjin's chest.

"Oh my god?!"

The feeling of blockage in her chest disappeared instantly, and then Jinjin, as if someone who had been choked by a bag of betel nuts for three minutes had finally gotten fresh air, began to breathe heavily.

"Tsk," Mango said with a disgusted look, "It screams like a sow..."

"Damn it, can't you hurry up?" Jin Jin said weakly.

"Given your attitude, no." Mango smiled brightly.

"How many days have I been dead?"

"I don't know. Ever since you were dumped at my door, I've just left you in the woodpile by the back door."

Jinjin looked on incredulously: "What?! You just left me, your older sister, in the woodpile?! No wonder my skin is so rough and it hurts from the sun!"

Mango elegantly ran her fingers through the purple strands of hair that fell from her shoulders, pouting as she said, "What can I do... After all, I only have one bed. Besides, you're not always stuck in the woodpile. I was short of money lately, so I borrowed your body for a bit."

"What do you mean?"

Jin Jin frowned, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart.

"Don't worry, I didn't lend you to those single homeless people. Remember the old man in this area with severe cataracts and rheumatism? Yesterday morning he brought me some corn, wanting to borrow some wood to make a scarecrow to scare away birds in the field. I saw that he had difficulty moving around, so I made one for him. Of course, the raw material was you."

"You turned me into a scarecrow and left me to bake in the sun in the fields for two whole days?!"

"Correction, it's two and a half days~" Mango smiled sweetly.

"You wicked woman...you wicked! How could I have such a wicked sister?" Jin Jin clutched her heaving chest, her heart pounding with anger.

"What does it matter? You were dead back then anyway, what you're feeling now is just a lingering hallucination. Besides, if the old man doesn't intervene in his field, those thieving monsters will eat all the crops. You did eat quite a bit of their corn before."

"But you don't have to use me as a scarecrow, do you?!"

"Tsk, you reek of the dead, people would avoid you like the plague. Besides, I even used a toilet brush to wash the bird poop off you, and you're still complaining?"

"what?"

Jin Jin quickly sniffed around to see if there was any strange smell on her body.

Her sniffing around like a puppy seemed to please Mango, whose beautiful purple eyes narrowed.

"As a necromancer, you're still bothered by such trivial matters. No wonder you haven't made much progress... So, how did you die?"

"Well, that's a long story..."

Jin Jin sat cross-legged on the altar, talking about what happened that night, not caring that her garden was wide open and rather bare.

After listening to her sister's words, Mango narrowed her purple eyes slightly.

"You mean, a team of one man, two women, and a dog not only instantly wiped out your skeleton army, but also knocked you off the crooked tree and killed you? Just how useless are you?"

Wait a minute, why does this lineup look so familiar?

"Hey! I already said there were unforeseen circumstances, otherwise I would have hung them from a tree and poured cement on them!" Jin Jin snorted. "They at least have a conscience, knowing to send my body back!"

Jinjin stretched her limbs: "Ah... I'm back to life! Fresh air, so refreshing!"

"That's not resurrection," Mango scoffed. "Only when a living person dies can it be called resurrection. What are you, a living dead, anyway?"

"That's still much better than your half-baked skills, isn't it?" Jin Jin frowned. "Speaking of which, when exactly do you plan to take the second trial?"

"You stinky woman, you're just as nagging as Dad," Mango said, her expression displeased. "I can still get pregnant, you know. You're just a menopausal old woman, are you just jealous of me and that's why you're pressuring me like this?"

"Don't you dare call me old! I'm only three years older than you!" Jin Jin gritted her teeth in anger. "And didn't Dad only give you an extension because you said you wanted to get married and have a child to continue the bloodline? Where's the kid?!"

"Hmph, it's not time yet. Think what you want, but it's a fact. I still have to go out later to pay the price for repairing your body." Mango turned and left.

"Hey, you didn't use that damn evil god's power again, did you?" Jin Jin jumped down and grabbed her sister's shoulder.

"So what?" Mango asked nonchalantly.

"Do you know you might have to pay a huge price?!"

"The great Lord Azeroth wouldn't charge me such a high price for such a trivial matter," Mango said flippantly. "If you understand, then don't cause me any more trouble by carelessly falling to your death next time."

Jin Jin sighed and said earnestly, "I'm telling you... you're not getting any younger, you're already 19. Stop believing in those evil gods, hurry up and find a good family to talk to, then get married, have a child and quickly overcome the three trials. Someone has to inherit the Edward family mantle, and my talent isn't as good as yours... Do you really hate necromancy that much?"

Mango snorted coldly.

"First of all, I don't hate necromancy at all. My talent is built on my passion, so while I was practicing necromancy at the age of ten, you were still trying to eat ox horn to nourish your body."

"Secondly, no man has yet met my standards. The man who is worthy of me must be a follower of the Pure Love Church, have a loving girlfriend, and be very happy together."

"Then, I'll steal his girlfriend, become his girlfriend, and turn this believer of the Pure Love Cult into a follower of our Cow-Head Cult. I'll also train him to be sufficiently sadistic, not only making me into a 'molten lava cake' every day, but also, after I give birth, violating the tenets of the Pure Love Cult by going out and having affairs. When he's short of money, he'll say, 'Use your filthy body to make money for me,' and then turn around and use the money I worked so hard to earn to support his mistress... At that point, I'll make him change his mind, and when he falls in love with me again and feels incredibly happy, I'll cheat on him with his ex-girlfriend! Ahhhhh, so satisfying!"

Mango became more and more excited as she spoke.

"I'm superior to others, others are superior to me, the whole world is just a giant minotaur platform!"