Chapter 227 Witch House

"Okay, young mage, is there no future for necromancers? Do you want to switch to druid?" Looking at Mu Hua, who pretended to be calm but showed off, Tricia smiled.

Tricia liked to get along with Mu Hua. He was young and not as gloomy as most necromancers. This kind of showing off mentality was quite suitable for his age. He did not show arrogance, nor was he annoying.

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

Although vine magic is not very conspicuous, it is a natural secret art of druids. Under normal circumstances, it cannot be learned and needs a guide to guide the perception.

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

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

The breath of death and life energy are both mutated magic. 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. It is not that they cannot touch life energy after adapting to the breath of death.

Mu Hua does not know how others are, anyway, he krypton skill stones krypton.

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 ability to destruct beyond the level, but it often needs the help of external objects to produce attack effects.

This magic cannot be created out of nothing. Life energy cannot realize the materialization effect of elements. At least it needs plant seeds as a medium for casting.

Depending on the different plant seeds, different destructive power can be generated.

Purple sun thorns can trap people and animals, and bloodthirsty vines can kill people and demons. If you get the seeds of Hydra vines, that thing can also cause a large-scale disaster when it is stimulated.

Of course, the magic power required to catalyze Hydra vines will naturally not be less.

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

Well, although Mu Hua's impression is that druids should belong to the natural faction, and 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 the apostles of gluttony.

Those who know vine magic can do it, and it seems to be no different from ordinary magic. And those who don't know it can't learn it no matter how hard they try.

This is a relatively unreasonable series of magic. Because it involves the qualitative change of magic power, they have been named as secret arts and classified as white magic by humans.

Although it doesn't look powerful, Nick and Irene are still quite surprised by the vine magic performed by Mu Hua.

But perhaps because she also knows it, Tricia's focus is more on hidden casting, and she is also attracted by the corpse engraving mentioned by Mu Hua.

"Corpse Marking? Do you have any dead souls that need to be marked?" Decorating her own house by herself is a kind of life adjustment for Tricia. Without asking Mu Hua to help with the "decoration", Tricia invited the three people into the house.

The spacious and bright house has no skulls, nor colorful lights and 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, not a functional room? This, there won't be a whip, right?" Mu Hua was "shocked" by the layout of the house and temporarily ignored the issue of corpse marking.

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

A banshee?

Unlike Tuesday, the clothes formed by the gray fog gave people a dirty feeling, and the face was also a little blurred.

Facing the giggling banshee, Nick subconsciously took a half step back. Irene frowned cautiously. Her eyes were not focused, but she only saw a gray fog.

"Back off! Bitch!" Tuesday shouted harshly and got out from behind Mu Hua.

Although she was a spirit, Tuesday had a terrifying sickle in his hand, which was far more delicate than the banshee. The banshee, who was originally giggling, froze, her eyes flashed with fear, and hid behind Tricia.

"Hmph, what's so fierce about you?" Although she was afraid, Tricia stood in 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 had a good attitude.

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

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

Banshees are considered to be relatively advanced ghosts, with their elusive movements and attacks that directly touch the soul.

For creatures without clairvoyance, banshees can also downplay their existence to a certain extent. They pose a fatal threat to many creatures and are relatively terrifying ghosts.

However, their weakness is also obvious. The hellhounds with tough souls and the ability to feed on ghosts are their absolute nemesis.

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

"Dear, look, he let a banshee live in his body, I want it too." The banshee said to Tricia.

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

Letting the banshee enter her body is Tricia's way of polishing her soul. It is training and torture. She saw Tuesday's eyelids twitching when she saw Tuesday freely entering and exiting Mu Hua's body, and it was definitely not because of Tuesday's relatively delicate appearance.

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

"Do all witches like to use their relatives as ghosts? I once shot a hall witch's parents to death, is that okay?" Mu Hua said embarrassedly.

"It's okay if she doesn't pursue it. They only dare to curse their compatriots. Hall witches are all bitches." When mentioning the hall witch, Tricia spoke in a bad tone and her expression was full of disgust and distortion.

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 going to turn evil at that moment seemed to prove the reason why the wandering witch was taboo.

"Well, okay, Fanny was also a witch, and she was killed by the hall witch." Perhaps realizing her own gaffe, Tricia explained.

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

"As for this restraint frame, some guests who are eager for quick success and instant benefits will also have high-intensity requirements. In order to prevent the other party from hurting themselves, this is not used under normal circumstances." Deliberately changing the subject, Tricia introduced the situation in the house to several people.

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

This place has somewhat subverted Mu Hua's perception of the spirit house. When Tricia pulled a screen to cover the restraint frame, a set of first aid equipment originally covered by the screen was revealed, which made Mu Hua grin.

This is probably also prepared for guests. . .

At this moment, Mu Hua deeply realized the difference of Tuesday. Well, I have to give Tuesday more snacks when I go back. Here is the Philosopher's Stone.

"Are all witches' spirit houses like this?" Sitting on the water bed and bouncing twice, it was quite comfortable. I can consider buying one of this, Mu Hua asked casually.

"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.

"You should have more than one ghost here, Fanny? You need to introduce me to avoid 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 are usually near the cottage. I won't let them go too far away from me." Tricia said.

"There are some blind ravens in the woods. They are also somewhat lethal to ghosts now." Coming to the window, Mu Hua waved, and a raven landed on Mu Hua's shoulder.

"You raise all these blind ravens? I said it feels a bit weird." Tricia looked at the raven and frowned slightly.

After the raven summoned the maximum level, their spiritual attributes all reached 200. Although the raven's physique is very low, ghosts are generally naked defense.

When facing ordinary ghosts, these ravens are blind and accurate. Blind ravens also eat ghosts. Even if the banshee Fanny is surrounded by dozens of ravens of this type, she will probably suffer some minor injuries.

Special attack methods, lack of self-defense, quick to hurt others, and quick to be hurt by others, these are the characteristics of ghosts.

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

Knowing 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, from ghosts to dead souls. There was a sudden noise in the woods outside the house. A large number of ravens gathered outside the window, blinking their dark red eyes.

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

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