Chapter 227 Witch House
"Well, young mage, is there no future for the Necromancer? Do you want to switch to being a Druid?" Looking at Mu Hua who was pretending to be calm but was actually showing off, Tricia smiled.

Tricia really likes getting along with Mu Hua. He is young and not as gloomy as most necromancers. This kind of showing off mentality is quite suitable for his age. He does not show arrogance and is not annoying either.

"It's always good to have many skills. I still remember the corpse mark you promised me." Mu Hua said with a smile.

Even though vine magic may not seem very conspicuous, it is a natural secret art of the druids. It cannot be learned under normal circumstances and requires a guide to lead one's understanding.

Magic is fair, elements are ruthless, and the original sin of jealousy also symbolizes the virtue of patience.

The breath of death can be traced back to magic power, and magic power can also evolve into life energy. Whether it is the breath of death or life energy, it can be understood as a kind of mutated magic power.

The breath of death and life energy are both mutated magical powers. They are everywhere, but under normal circumstances, it is difficult to touch them without special means.

High-level undead creatures also have the ability to regenerate. Just because they have adapted to the breath of death does not mean they cannot come into contact with life energy.

Mu Hua didn’t know the specific situation of others, but he got it by using skill stones.

Although it is an intermediate magic, vine magic is somewhat like a warlock's trick. It is a magic that takes advantage of the situation and has the destructive power across levels, but it often needs the help of external objects to produce an attack effect.

This magic cannot be created out of nothing, and life energy cannot realize the materialization effect of elements. At the very least, plant seeds are needed as the medium for casting the spell.

Depending on the type of plant seeds, they can produce different destructive power.

The purple sun thorns can trap people and animals, the bloodthirsty vines can kill people and demons, and if you get the seeds of the Hydra vines, that thing can be activated and cause a large-scale disaster.

Of course, the amount of magic power needed to catalyze the Hydra vines is naturally not small.

Moreover, if there is no "gluttonous will", these vines will not distinguish between friend and foe, and the caster who catalyzes them will also be attacked by them.

Well, although Mu Hua has the impression that druids should belong to the nature faction, druids' secret arts should belong to natural magic.

But in this world, natural magic belongs to the original sin of gluttony, and the elves who are closely related to nature are also apostles of gluttony.

Those who know how to use vine magic can do it, and it seems to be no different from ordinary magic. But those who don't know how to use it can never learn it.

This is a rather unreasonable series of magic. As it involves a qualitative change in magical power, it has acquired the nickname of mysticism and has been classified as white magic by humans.

Although it didn't look very powerful, Nick and Irene were still quite surprised by the vine technique that Mu Hua performed.

But perhaps because she could do it too, Tricia focused more on stealth casting, and she was also attracted by the corpse mark mentioned by Mu Hua.

"Corpse Marking? Do you have any undead that need to be marked?" For Tricia, decorating her own cottage by herself was a way of reviving her life. Without asking Mu Hua to help with the "decoration", Tricia invited the three people into the house.

It was a spacious and bright house, without any skulls or colorful lights or crystal balls.

Sofa, massage chair, massage bed, Mu Hua was surprised to see a water bed and a cross with restraint ability.

"You...are you sure this is a spiritual house and not a functional room? Here, there isn't a whip, right?" Shocked by the layout of the house, Mu Hua temporarily ignored the problem of the corpse mark.

"Hehe, dear, are you a guest? If you need it, we can also provide some special services." Before Tricia could answer, a female spirit with her feet off the ground floated in front of them.

A banshee?
Unlike Tuesday, the clothes seemed to be made of gray fog, making them look dirty and the faces looked blurry.

Faced with the giggling banshee, Nick subconsciously took a half step back. Irene frowned cautiously, her eyes were unfocused, but she only saw a gray mist.

"Get out! Bitch!" shouted loudly and Tuesday came out from behind Mu Hua.

Tuesday had a much more delicate appearance than the banshee. Although he was a spirit, a terrifying sickle appeared in his hand. The banshee, who was originally smiling sweetly, froze in expression, her eyes flashed with fear, and hid behind Tricia.

"Hmph, why are you so fierce?" Although she was afraid, Tricia stood in the front, and the banshee accused Tuesday of dissatisfaction.

"Fanny, if I were you, I would never provoke him. As far as I know, he also has a hellhound." Tricia did not defend the banshee, but instead had an attitude of watching the show.

"It's okay." Mu Hua said to Tuesday first. After Tuesday dived into Mu Hua's body again, he looked at the banshee opposite him.

"It's a hellhound." Mu Hua corrected.

The banshee is considered a relatively high-level ghost, with her elusive movements and attacks that directly touch the soul.

For creatures without psychic vision, banshees can also downplay their existence to a certain extent. They are a deadly threat to many creatures and are relatively terrifying ghosts. However, their weakness is also obvious. The hellhounds, which have tough souls and can feed on ghosts, are their absolute nemesis.

"Hey, sir, we are operating legally here, you can't hurt me." The banshee first protested to Mu Hua, then hugged Tricia's neck from behind.

"Look, honey, he has a banshee living in his body, and I want her too," the banshee said to Tricia.

"Go away, Fanny, go get some water, and don't make me put you in the soul-binding bottle." Tricia said coldly, seeing the banshee's intimate behavior.

Letting the banshee enter her body is Tricia's way of polishing her soul. It is an exercise and also a torture. Her eyelids twitch when she sees Tuesday freely entering and exiting Mu Hua's body, and it is definitely not because of Tuesday's relatively delicate appearance.

"This is my sister, at least she used to be." After sending away the banshee, Tricia explained to Mu Hua.

"Do witches like to use their relatives as ghosts? I once shot to death the parents of a palace witch. Is that okay?" Mu Hua said embarrassedly.

"It's okay if she doesn't pursue it. They only dare to curse their own compatriots. The temple witches are all bitches." When mentioning the temple witches, Tricia spoke in a bad tone and her expression was distorted with disgust.

The sudden contrast made Mu Hua and others stunned again. Tricia coughed dryly and her expression returned to normal.

And the expression that made Mu Hua think that the other party was about to turn evil at that moment seemed to prove the reason why the wandering witch was taboo.

"Well, okay, Fanny was once a witch, and she was killed by the temple witch." Tricia explained, probably realizing her own gaffe.

"It is not comfortable to polish the soul. We will try our best to provide guests with a more comfortable environment according to the needs of different guests."

"As for the restraint rack, some customers who are eager for quick success may have high-strength requirements. In order to prevent the other party from hurting themselves, it is not used under normal circumstances." Deliberately changing the subject, Tricia introduced the situation inside the house to several people.

Bright, cozy, and even a little ambiguous. If the curtains are drawn, it looks more like a witch's hut in a psychological clinic.

This somewhat overturned Mu Hua's understanding of the mental house. When Tricia pulled a screen to cover the restraint frame, a set of first aid equipment that was originally blocked by the screen was revealed, and Mu Hua was shocked to see it.

This is probably also prepared for guests...

At this moment, Mu Hua was deeply aware of the difference of Tuesday. Well, he would give Tuesday more snacks when he got back. Here is the philosopher's stone.

"Are all witches' spirit houses like this?" Mu Hua asked casually, sitting on the water bed and bouncing twice. It was quite comfortable. He might consider buying one.

"It depends on personal preference. There should be the kind of house you imagine, just like some necromancers like to build houses on graves." Tricia said with a smile.

"Well, fortunately we are all relatively normal." Mu Hua spread his hands.

"Fanny should be more than one ghost here, right? You need to introduce them to me to avoid any accidents."

There are many people in Mu Hua's family who treat ghosts as snacks. If someone eats Tricia's ghost, it will be a lot of trouble.

"Of course, but they're usually near the cabin and I won't let them too far away from me," Tricia said.

"There are some blind ravens in the woods, and they are now somewhat lethal to ghosts." Mu Hua came to the window and waved, and a raven landed on his shoulder.

"You raised all these blind ravens? I think they feel a little weird." Tricia looked at the ravens and frowned slightly.

After the ravens are summoned to the maximum level, their spiritual attributes reach two hundred. Although the ravens' physical fitness is very low, ghosts usually have naked defense.

When facing ordinary ghosts, these ravens are blind and can kill them all. Blind ravens also eat ghosts, and even if the banshee Fanny is surrounded by dozens of these ravens, she will probably suffer some minor injuries.

The ghosts have special attack methods, lack of self-defense, are good at hurting others, and are also good at being hurt. These are the characteristics of ghosts.

Mu Hua would have let the blind raven clean up some wild ghosts that appeared in the town, but it was necessary to let the raven meet Tricia's ghost.

After understanding the reason, Tricia was not dissatisfied with it. She took out a few nameplates and released some ghosts that were living on them.

There were seven or eight ghosts, ranging from spirits to dead souls. There was a sudden noise in the woods outside the house, and a large number of ravens gathered outside the window, blinking their dark red eyes.

Tricia was surprised. She had noticed that there were blind ravens staying around the hotel, but she didn't expect there would be so many of them.

At this time, she probably didn't know that these were all summoned beasts, otherwise she would have asked again. . .

(End of this chapter)