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No one thought that Ji Xiaoyan’s hurried decision to ask the leader of the undead tribe to wake up Frisman really saved Frisman’s life. Think about it, what if Frisman was really hungry?

If you die, I'm afraid if you are sent to the Resurrection Gate, you won't have a chance to be resurrected!

This Resurrection Gate resurrects the aboriginal people. Not just any state of death can be resurrected. This also has various restrictions. Otherwise, wouldn’t the aboriginal people in this game not need to be updated?<

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Therefore, after knowing how bad his situation was, and having Ji Xiaoyan care so much about rescuing him, Friesman couldn't be more grateful and excited at the moment! He still can't understand what he said.

How did the situation arise!

The leader of the undead tribe couldn't help but feel a little happy after hearing Frisman's words.

You know, Frisman is the link between their undead clan and Qingcheng, which is very important. If something happens to Frisman, then the relationship between their undead clan and Qingcheng will not be the same.

It was so smooth now. Thinking of this, the leader of the undead tribe breathed a sigh of relief and expressed his gratitude to Ji Xiaoyan. Then he looked at Frisman and said with a slight reproach: "Frisman

Ah, look what you have done! Even if you are about to enter the state of the undead, you can't be alone here! The connection between us undead tribe is so convenient, so you should do whatever you want.

Give the clan a message, let us guard it for you! Look at the situation now, if City Lord Ji hadn't been thinking about you and brought so many people to save you, even if we wanted to enter, we would have failed.

There's nothing we can do! If something really happens to you, I don't know how I'm going to explain it!"

While eating, Frisman glanced at the patriarch of the undead tribe, but he said somewhat innocently: "Master patriarch, this is not something I can control! Whatever undead state you mentioned, I don't care.

I don’t know. I still don’t understand what happened to me!”

"You don't know?" The leader of the undead clan was stunned when he heard this, and seemed to be surprised by Frisman's answer.

"Yeah, I don't know!" Frisman nodded with certainty, and said to the leader of the undead tribe, "I probably knew that I couldn't control my body, and then my whole body...

My state was a bit erratic... I can't tell or remember exactly what happened after that! Anyway, I only know that if I continue to maintain this state, I will definitely...

Starved to death! I’m very worried!”

At this point, Frisman was almost in tears!

Think about it, he is locked in the room, and he doesn’t know what he has done. How can others know? As the leader of the undead clan said, if there is no such thing as this frozen room,

If someone comes in, who can notice anything strange about him? Who can come to save him? We can only wait until he uses up his magic power and dies, and these ice cubes are gone, then no one can enter the house.

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But when that time comes, will it still be useful?

"I almost always want to control my magic power and prevent it from leaking...but I have no way to control anything!" Frieseman said to everyone with a depressed look on his face:

"Then I heard the voice of the Patriarch, and knew that the Patriarch had come to help me. It was as if I had found my goal and finally woke up!"

"It seems that this is the first time you have entered the undead state. You have no experience, so you are lost!" The leader of the undead tribe who heard Frisman's words had a look of satisfaction on his face, and said in a pretentious tone: "That's it.

It seems that we don’t care enough about you Frisman! Although you are an aboriginal member of our undead tribe, you have always possessed ice spells. We all thought that you could only be an ice mage. It is impossible.

You will have all the abilities of our undead aborigines, so we have never told you about the state of the undead, let alone taught you... So you suddenly

With such ability and no experience, you will lose yourself and almost die!"

"Patriarch, do you mean that this situation will happen to all the undead aborigines?" Friesman looked surprised and couldn't help but look at the leader of the undead tribe.

After asking, his brows furrowed a little tighter: "Moreover, in response to this situation, do our undead tribe have any experience that can be taught?"

"That's natural!" The undead clan leader nodded affirmatively and said to Frisman: "According to common sense, every member of our undead clan must learn this undead state! That's all.

It’s impossible for everyone to really learn this skill. After all, everyone has their own talents. The final results and abilities still depend on everyone’s luck! It’s just that we all have experience in this skill within the Undead Clan.

Whatever is recorded, as long as it reaches a level where it can be learned, we will teach it."

"But, Mr. Patriarch, none of you told me!" Frieseman suddenly felt aggrieved.

"It's not that we don't teach you! Freesman!" Upon hearing this, the leader of the undead clan immediately defended, "I just said it. You have always been an ice mage.

State, none of us thought that you could actually possess the abilities of our undead tribe! This is something that no one thought of, right? Friesman, didn’t you yourself enter such an undead state without any warning?

? This is not something that any of us could have expected!"

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Frisman still looked at the leader of the undead tribe with aggrieved eyes, but didn't say a word.

"Don't worry! Now that we all know that you are capable of these things, we will naturally leave it to you!" The leader of the undead clan quickly said to Frisman: "After you have eaten enough,

I will take you back to the Undead Tribe, and you can learn whatever you want to learn! You are a member of our Undead Tribe, so we can’t hide anything and not teach you, right?”

"Master Patriarch, is everything you said true?"

"Of course it's true! Lord Ji is still here to testify. Can I still lie to you?"

Hearing the words of the leader of the undead clan, Frisman finally felt relieved. He smiled at Ji Xiaoyan and then said: "In that case, I will follow the leader back to the undead clan soon."

?!"

Ji Xiaoyan looked at Frisman with some doubts and nodded in agreement, but she was a little curious in her heart about what Frisman was trying to do with the undead clan leader.

After Frisman had eaten and drank enough, his mental state changed. He smiled and negotiated many terms with the undead clan leader, and coaxed the undead clan leader to leave.

After that, Frisman breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Ji Xiaoyan and said, "Xiaoyan, I really almost died this time!"

"I know!" Ji Xiaoyan nodded, but became a little curious: "But, how did you get into such trouble? Do you really know nothing?"

"I definitely don't know the specific things! If I really knew it, I definitely wouldn't let myself become like this! If I really died, there would be no hope!" Frisman hurriedly said.

He said to Ji Xiaoyan, "I don't know anything, so I ended up like this out of nowhere!"

"Frisman, do you really know nothing?" Ji Xiaoyan asked with some suspicion.

Sure enough, the next second Ji Xiaoyan looked at Frisman as if he had thought of something, and smiled to himself.

"I didn't know before, but now, I know a little bit about it!" Friesman rolled his eyes and looked inside the room. After making sure that all the Qingcheng guards were out, he pulled

Ji Xiaoyan sat down and said seriously to her: "I think my situation has something to do with the Yashen Clan!"

"Why are you related to the Ya Shen Clan again?" Ji Xiaoyan frowned and suddenly became confused, "I heard Manager Qing Gong say before that you go to Jia Jia and ask Jia Jia to take you to the Ya Shen Clan? Jia Jia

Is there such a thing?"

"Yes! But Jiajia didn't agree!" Friesman suddenly looked at Ji Xiaoyan with a look of pity on his face.

"What are you going to do with the Ya-god clan?" Ji Xiaoyan asked with a frown, "The most important thing is, what does your situation have to do with the Ya-god clan?"

"I just want to go to the Ya Shen Clan to get some good stuff!" Frisman said with a serious look on his face, "Xiaoyan, you don't know, there are too many in the Ya Shen Clan's treasure house.

There are so many good things! When I went with Jiajia last time, there were still many things that I wanted to take away but I didn’t take them away! I was thinking not to be too exaggerated the first time or else I would offend the Naya God Clan.

The aboriginal people disliked it, so they restrained themselves! The result was good, I went there just once, but Jiajia was unwilling to take me there! I felt very regretful in my heart!"

Ji Xiaoyan looked at Frisman speechlessly, but couldn't help but said: "Frisman, do you think that the treasure house of the sub-god clan is our Qingcheng? You said you can take whatever you want?"

"Isn't this Jiajia?" Frieseman said with a somewhat embarrassed smile, "It's what the aborigines of the sub-god tribe said! Whatever Jiajia wants, they will give it to you! I just reminded Jiajia,

It will just help me get it!"

Ji Xiaoyan looked at Frisman speechlessly, but had no intention of continuing to talk to him about this issue. Instead, he directly asked again: "First of all, tell me, what does your situation have to do with the Yagods! Don't talk nonsense.

It’s a treasure trove!”

"That's the kind of relationship, I just said it!" Frisman blinked his eyes, and then he thought of something and said to Ji Xiaoyan: "Xiaoyan, I just ate the good stuff from the treasury of the sub-gods."

Things, that’s why this situation happened! So, this naturally has something to do with the Yagods!”

"Have you eaten something from their sub-god race?" Ji Xiaoyan's brows suddenly furrowed. After listening to Frisman reporting several props whose names he had never heard of, he couldn't help but sigh: "Frisman,

You dare to eat anything!"

"What can't you dare to eat? Isn't this body of mine only for eating?" Friesman looked matter-of-factly and said to Ji Xiaoyan: "Besides, I got it from the treasury of this sub-god clan.

Aren't they all food? If you don't eat them, what will you do with them? I just didn't expect that after eating these things, something like this would happen! If it hadn't been for listening to the patriarch

As I just said, this kind of situation will happen to the aborigines of the undead tribe. I have some doubts about whether I was deliberately framed by the aborigines of the demi-god tribe!"

"You took someone's good stuff, and you still think they framed you?" Ji Xiaoyan couldn't help but looked at Frisman with amusement and asked.

"I almost died!" Frisman said to Ji Xiaoyan with a serious face, "I just ate food from their demi-gods, so naturally I have to doubt them! But now that

The patriarch has clarified it, so of course I won’t blame them, the Yagods!”

However, under the current situation, Frisman actually wants to go to the Yagods again to get some good things!

Ji Xiaoyan looked at Frisman speechlessly: "Don't think about it anymore! You have already gone to this Yashen clan with Jia Jia and took away so many things from them, so don't go there again! Regardless of the Yashen clan

What did you say? They really take care of Jiajia. You are from Qingcheng. It is inappropriate to follow you to get something!"

"But the things from their sub-god clan are really good!" Frisman couldn't help but said.

"That won't work either!"

Seeing Ji Xiaoyan's serious expression, Frieseman could only sigh and accept: "Okay. If you can't tell me to go, Xiaoyan, then just don't go! But, if there are no more things from this sub-god clan in the future,

Do you think I can still be in the same state as before? I looked at what the patriarch meant. If I could really learn this skill like other undead aborigines, it would be very powerful! Xiaoyan, what if I reply now?

After leaving the clan, the patriarch found that I could no longer use that skill. What do you think the patriarch would be like?"

"Then I don't know!" Ji Xiaoyan shook his head and said to Frisman: "Anyway, you are also an aborigine of the undead tribe. If you can learn that skill, then it is naturally good. If you can't learn it, it's okay.

There’s no need to rely on other people’s demi-god things to learn, it’s meaningless!”