Chapter 42 Pale Lady

"Your Excellency, are you my Master?"

The black spirit had a blurry shape, making it difficult to identify her figure and face. The deathly mist that permeated her body made her look like a humanoid ghost wearing a tattered cloak.

The hoarse voice was full of charm, and because it was a female voice, Mu Hua used the nickname "she" to refer to the ghost in front of him who seemed to have said something extraordinary.

"Saber, is that you? How did you become like this?"

Perhaps to suit the occasion, Mu Hua also gave an extraordinary response to the newly enslaved monster.

"..." The spirit was silent. It was obvious that the other party did not understand what Mu Hua meant.

"Ha! A dead soul? Master, this kind of trash is not worthy of being your follower. Filthy undead, let me tear it apart!"

Monday was very resistant to the forced summoning of the orb. This resistance was not only because it was inexplicably enslaved, but it also did not like other monsters being enslaved by Mu Hua.

Especially after Mu Hua fed it the Philosopher's Stone.

Ever since Mu Hua took out the forced summoning orb, Monday had been wary of any 'companions' that might appear. After confirming the other party's race, Gou Zi's vigilance turned into full of malice.

"Shut up and look at them!" Mu Hua shouted.

Dead souls are the evolved forms of evil spirits. From this stage onwards, ghost-like undead creatures have become a deadly threat to ordinary creatures.

Strictly speaking, ghosts are a kind of gap creatures that walk in the dimensional gap between the real world and the unreal world.

For humans, unless there is a change in their own soul, they cannot see spirits from a visual perspective.

Ordinary people cannot see spirits. At the same time, ghosts, evil spirits, and even evil spirits are difficult to reach humans who cannot see them.

Not being able to see spirits is not a bad thing, because it can also help you avoid being harmed by them to a great extent.

Ghosts are basically harmless to ordinary people, but evil spirits and fierce spirits can affect people's emotions to a certain extent. For those with extremely unstable emotions, evil spirits and fierce spirits can also create some hallucinations for them.

But in essence, ordinary people who are hurt by both are largely scaring themselves.

However, people like Mu Hua who have clairvoyance can be directly attacked by the opponent.

Well, that’s not right. It should mean that you can fight with each other and hurt each other.

However, these rules change at the level of dead souls. The presence of undead creatures above the dead souls is too strong, and they can already physically interfere with the outside world.

That is to say, even if you can't see them, they can still pick up a knife and stab you in the kidney without you knowing it.

These undead creatures are very strange, but their combat abilities are usually average.

Because they are simply spirits, their defense against attacks that can reach them is almost zero.

Therefore, they often do things like possession, and more often they bully spirits with weak souls.

Weird, but not good enough. For someone like Mu Hua who has psychic vision, getting a dead soul through a slavery contract that he pinned his hopes on? This is somewhat disappointing.

But no matter how disappointed I am, she is so well-behaved.

Look, look, this dog was in such a mess when he was called out on Monday.

Look at him, he came up and said nothing, just floated quietly for less than half a minute, and then he immediately recognized the situation. He is simply an example of submission, right?

Dead souls have no faces, and Mu Hua couldn't see the other's expression clearly, but he could sense the other's surrender in his soul. The other party floated quietly in front of Mu Hua, as if waiting for Mu Hua's reply.

"I summoned you. From now on, you will be called Tuesday." The other party was too direct. Mu Hua didn't care much about dead souls, so he changed the other party's name directly.

"Okay, I got it." Tuesday responded, and its hooded head turned to Monday. The two lights in the hood seemed to be its eyes.

"Bastard, I am the Torture Princess, the pale lady, the Holy Spirit who gives comfort to the soul."

"Ignorant beasts can always be forgiven, but if you want to lose your happiness, I would like to grant you eternal withering." After confirming that Mu Hua is its master, it is obvious that Tuesday does not seem to be a good-tempered master.

"Ling Suffering Ji?" Mu Hua was puzzled. "..." The dog tilted its head. This dead soul sounded very arrogant, but it seemed to have no idea.

After retorting to Monday, Tuesday did not hold the dog back. Perhaps its temperament was naturally cold, and it responded to Mu Hua's questions calmly.

"I was born from a struggling demon fetus."

"The devil died in gestation. The devil egg matured in death and was unable to break free from the constraints of the mother body. After experiencing mutual cannibalization in the mother body, I was the only soul that was eventually trapped and died in the mother body."

Tuesday explained calmly, but Mu Hua seemed to sense endless malice from it.

"Woo~, the Demon Soul is indeed stronger, but a dead soul is still a dead soul." Gouzi seemed to be a little uncomfortable with Tuesday's self-introduction. When he refuted, his tone was not as fierce as before.

"You should know that you are my dependent now, right?" Tuesday's reactions after appearing revealed something strange, Mu Hua asked to confirm.

He was now accustomed to calling the people he enslaved his dependents.

"Yes, I can take away the pleasure and give it to the monarch, so we are loved by the dead and will serve the monarch of the dead."

"I have not heard of forced slavery, nor have I heard of territorial ownership in the Abyss."

"Therefore, my Lord, I am willing to offer you my eternal loyalty." Tuesday's figure was vague, as if he was bowing.

Mu Hua only half understood what he heard, but at least he confirmed one thing: Tuesday is very smart, and when standing next to it, Monday is just a stupid husky.

After a brief exchange, Mu Hua probably understood Tuesday's abilities.

The ultimate goal of all living things' behaviors is basically physical and mental pleasure.

The Torture Princess can plunder this pleasure and then give it to undead creatures who cannot experience pleasure.

To put it bluntly, you eat, drink and have fun only to feel empty and exhausted, while all the pleasure is taken away by others.

It's quite abstract and quite bad.

But the Torture Princess is undoubtedly a treasure to the undead creatures. As long as they can experience the "stolen" pleasure, even a lich would be willing to kneel in front of the Torture Princess and serve her as a little puppy.

Well, although this ability seems to be of no use to Mu Hua, Ling Torture Ji still has other values.

For example, it is much better than dead souls in promoting soul growth. They are soul comforters.

Soul growth?

Indeed, the physical and intellectual abilities can be strengthened through meditation, and in fact the spirit can also be strengthened and grown.

But the mental training is quite strange.

It needs to be hit and stimulated, and the simplest, most popular and most effective way is to let the ghostly undead creatures dig out your soul.

Just imagine that the ghost's sharp claws are reaching into your soul and tearing it apart. If you can't control it well, you can be dead in minutes.

This kind of training is probably a strange one, right? But the soul can only grow stronger through this kind of torment.

A new torturer has been added to the followers, but now it seems that this torturer should not have any means to threaten the hellhound on the fishing rod.

Not only is it not a threat to the hellhound, but it seems that the hellhound's racial talent also includes the ability to specifically restrain spirits.

To the hellhound, ghosts are basically crunchy bites.

Mu Hua let Tuesday attach itself to his soul, feeling the strange feeling in his soul like a cat scratching, a little itchy, a little painful, a little comfortable, and from time to time making the hairs all over his body tremble.

"On Tuesday, remember to remind me so I can sell you an encyclopedia of massage."

Lifting the fishing rod, the skeleton warrior raised his sword, Mu Hua set up the "Annihilator Type 1" light machine gun with a full magazine, and said this to Tuesday in his mind.

(End of this chapter)