Twisted Dreams-Chapter 117 - 89: He Is Gravely Ill
After they learned the Undead Technique, at most, they would find a graveyard and turn the corpse into an undead.
The believers of the Seven Commandments Association were not Li Yang and didn’t possess the formidable power of the Death God.
The combat power of the undead they created wouldn’t be very high.
The difference between an Undead Mage and the Death God himself is like heaven and earth.
For those believers with lesser talent, spending all their Spiritual Power to transform just one Tier One Undead is already impressive.
Moreover, they cannot summon endless undead like Li Yang; being able to control five undead per person is already remarkable.
Ma Tao imparted the spell for Creating Undead.
The congregation of believers couldn’t resist trying, but it was clear that there were no usable corpses for undead techniques here.
They planned that once they returned, they would search for bones, whether human or animal.
Some also agreed among themselves to form teams after returning, to search together and create undead together.
The only issue for them was that the spell was so convoluted and hard to memorize, but it’s just a matter of time.
Ma Tao looked at the believers with contentment.
In such a lonely world, it’s wonderful to have a group of like-minded companions.
Yes, companions.
What these people need most are companions.
Out of the corner of his eye, Ma Tao seemed to see something, like a shadow of a figure.
He wiped his eyes and looked closely.
Indeed there was a slender figure in the distance.
Ma Tao murmured:
"How could someone come to the island and not attend the gathering?
Are they lost? Or just wandering aimlessly?"
Most people here are quite individualistic; some might not like gatherings and prefer to wander alone.
Ma Tao waved to the person, who turned and walked slowly.
Ma Tao hurriedly grabbed two bottles of beer and caught up.
He feared this person might have lost hope.
As he pursued to the seashore, Ma Tao finally saw the person clearly.
He wore a black suit vest, black shirt, black trousers, stepping in brand-new black leather shoes.
A black trench coat draped over him, with a round hat atop his head.
The brim was pulled down so low his face couldn’t be seen.
Ma Tao approached him, smiling:
"Here, have a drink."
Ma Tao considerately opened the beer for Li Yang.
Li Yang politely said:
"Thank you."
Like an old friend, Ma Tao asked:
"Are you feeling down? Why not join the gathering?"
Li Yang replied:
"I overheard your conversation, it’s quite extreme."
Ma Tao, unfazed, continued with a smile:
"It’s just some poor souls yearning for a new world."
Li Yang took a sip of the beer and responded:
"A new world? Alright then."
Ma Tao asked in return:
"Do you think I’ve done something wrong?"
Li Yang shook his head, pointing at his eyes:
"In this world, there’s no right or wrong, only perspective.
If this is the path you wish to take, then so be it."
Ma Tao remained silent.
Li Yang gazed at the moon, sipping his drink, and asked:
"Do you regret joining the Seven Commandments Association?"
Ma Tao shook his head, his eyes filled with determination:
"It’s the best decision I’ve made in my life."
Li Yang slightly parted his lips:
"Why?"
Ma Tao grinned, saying:
"Since joining the Seven Commandments Association, I’ve witnessed many bizarre things.
I’ve survived life and death ordeals twice.
Perhaps you won’t believe it, but the Death God saved me both times.
I suspect the Death God is unwilling to claim my soul.
The esteemed one thinks I have more important things to do."
Ma Tao raised his beer, smiling as he said:
"To the dawn of a new world, cheers!"
Li Yang lifted his bottle in response:
"To the twilight of the old world."
Looking at Ma Tao’s fervent face, Li Yang showed a complex expression.
He took off his coat, draping it over Ma Tao:
"It’s getting cold."
Ma Tao sheepishly scratched his head, chuckling:
"It really is a bit chilly, thanks.
I’ll head back first; call me if you need anything.
In the Seven Commandments Association, there are only gods and siblings."
After saying so, Ma Tao left, wearing Li Yang’s coat, and returned to the camp with a contemplative look.
A short-skirted beauty asked softly:
"What’s wrong?"
Ma Tao shook his head, saying: 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎
"I just saw someone who’s very sick.
Usually, I know everyone here who’s deeply depressed.
Why can’t I remember him?"
...
The fifteenth of the first lunar month, South Sea.
Strictly speaking, it’s the last day of the New Year.
Zhang Xiaoyi, wearing cloth shoes, strolled through streets and alleys filled with the smell of firecrackers.
"Son, you’re back!"
"The dumplings are just right, come eat!"
Turning his head, at the entrance of a noodle shop, an elderly couple excitedly held the young man’s hand.
It was a couple who had longed for their son for half a month, and a young man returning home for the New Year.
The three sat at a table in the noodle shop, openly displaying their happiness as they ate hot dumplings.
Zhang Xiaoyi’s face briefly showed a trace of envy before quickly concealing it.
He yawned, tucked his hands into his robe sleeves, and seemingly escaping, walked to a tranquil park, sitting in a small pavilion.
Zhang Xiaoyi placed his arms on the stone table, resting his head, with his thoughts wandering.
He missed the mundane world too, but had no face to return.
His father was disappointed in him, and even his sister didn’t like him.
Just then, Zhang Xiaoyi heard the sound of someone talking on the phone.
"Hahaha, he’s quite nice to me."
"But I belong to my good brothers, not just him."
"Us women have to love ourselves; we can make money and have fun, isn’t it great!"
"The guy earlier was so fierce, so rich, much better than my man at home."
"Don’t mention my green turtle of a husband, makes me nauseous, he begs me not to cause trouble, is that possible?"
"I always bring men home, there, with the wedding photo."
Zhang Xiaoyi frowned, turned his head, wanting to see who disturbed his peace.
It was a heavily made-up woman, with an unusual fatigue on her face, dressed very lightly.
After hanging up the phone, the woman noticed Zhang Xiaoyi, revealing a flirtatious smile:
"Little Daoist, lonely this late at night? Two hundred bucks, let’s be wild lovers?"
Zhang Xiaoyi pursed his lips, turned his head away, no longer looking at the woman.
The woman sensed Zhang Xiaoyi’s coldness, muttering under her breath: "He probably can’t, huh?"
Then, the sound of footsteps approached.
The woman’s eyes lit up, smiling as she left the pavilion:
"Brothers, isn’t it too boring to be out this late? Let me entertain you?"
Zhang Xiaoyi’s body stiffened, looking grimly.
Seven figures cloaked in broad red robes approached, exuding a chilling aura.
The woman, unaware of the danger, flirted in front of the seven red-robed figures.
They surrounded the woman, each extending a hand to her shoulder:
"Those enslaved by lust, must be purified."
Detecting something amiss, the woman trembled, stammering:
"Seven at once is fine, just don’t scare me."
Their fingernails suddenly grew long, piercing her throat.
The woman, clutching her bleeding neck, slowly collapsed.
Zhang Xiaoyi quickly approached, checking her vital signs.
She was already dead.
With a grim face, Zhang Xiaoyi said:
"Monsters! How dare you commit murder right in front of me! How bold you are!"
All seven red-robed figures tilted their heads simultaneously, provocatively gazing at Zhang Xiaoyi.
