Chapter 361: Beauty Houttuynia Farm

Chapter 361: Beauty Houttuynia Farm

Harvey ignored the subtle complaints of his companions and said seriously, “There is no doubt that this is the work of a necromancer, at least of the Sanctuary... no, possibly even of Legendary realm! This Beauty Houttuynia Farm he set up is indeed unique, but it’s malicious and ruthless, completely betraying the necromantic teachings of Haagen-Dazs... I despise him.”

As expected, there’s no hatred like that between peers. The two-wings necromancer’s tone was full of contempt.

“Necromancers do use bodies and souls as spellcasting materials, but the bodies are usually taken from those who have already died, and the souls are captured from those struggling out of hell. Necromancers from the Blood Saint are basically armchair practitioners, even having hospitals deliver the bodies.”

“Even those who prefer fresh, hot souls merely kill people and use their bodies on the spot, personally creating the corpses.”

Ashe and the others breathed a sigh of relief—phrases like “even” and “merely” in Harvey’s nonchalant tone were enough to confirm that he was still the same twisted necromancer inside.

“However, this place is different.”

Harvey continued, “If we necromancers are cooks making cooked food, this place is a deviant canteen producing sashimi. These Beauty Houttuynia plants are all filled with the scent of living people.”

Everyone was stunned and turned to look at Annan.

Annan touched her earring and said noncommittally, “Let’s talk as we walk.”

The group from the Funeral Firm walked through the wide plaza, carefully avoiding the various postures of the Beauty Houttuynia plants. If their previous caution was due to fear, their movements now also carried a protective nature, as if they were afraid of breaking these fragile items.

“Do you remember the Family Rebirth Dream, which aims to suppress the threshold increase caused by daily consumption of Beauty Mist?” Annan said. “You’ve also experienced the dream. Do you think the threshold is being suppressed?”

“Yes,” Igor affirmed. “I monitored the hormonal changes in my body with the Gospel Book. Each time I left the dream, the secretion of various hormones returned to normal.”

“Then, it can suppress it for a day, a week, a month, a year,” Annan continued. “Do you think the dream can suppress it for a hundred years?”

The outsiders blinked, understanding the implication behind Annan’s words.

“No matter how effective the Family Rebirth Dream is, the threshold will still increase bit by bit, and physiological changes in the organs will accumulate over time, becoming irreversible. The progress bar will eventually fill up,” Annan explained. “Because of different physical conditions, the progress bars of various races fill at different rates. For humans, it generally maxes out around sixty-five years old.”

Ashe swallowed hard. “What happens when the progress bar is full?”

Ashe looked around. “But wait, there are overwhelmingly more beautiful women here. If the gender ratio were balanced...”

“Wanting to become the opposite sex is a very normal desire,” Igor explained. “Gender reassignment surgeries in the Blood Moon have always been very popular.”

Ashe stared at Igor in shock. “Igor, how do you know these things? Were you once a pure Bewitcher in a literal sense?”

Igor rolled his eyes. “Many people change their gender but not their mindset. ‘Correcting self-gender perception’ is a hot topic in the psychological counseling industry. Are you interested, Ashe? I can give you a 20% discount.”

“Interested? I’ve never realized that I’m a super handsome, kind, friendly, humorous, sunny, and powerful mega-stud. Please, correct that for me.”

“Ashe, stop talking. That annoying little girl behind you is about to throw up.”

“Can we please leave here quickly?”

Harvey looked like a cockroach that had fallen into a bottle of perfume, feeling extremely uncomfortable. “Alice is telling me she feels really sick.”

“We’re almost there.”

Annan led them into a passage on the outskirts of the square. Unlike the square, this passage showed no signs of artificial construction; it looked like a natural cave.

As soon as they stepped in, Lise and Ashe both shivered. After walking for a while, Ashe couldn’t help but say, “What is this place? I feel itchy all over.”

Annan looked at Ashe with surprise. “You actually understand the Time Sect?”

Igor’s eyes flickered, and he immediately summoned the Gospel Book to check the time. His pupils contracted sharply.

The stopwatch on the Gospel Book was spinning rapidly. For every second Igor felt pass, a full thirty seconds elapsed on the Gospel Book!

“I forgot to mention, the Beauty Houttuynia Farm is built within the Abyss, and this is a passage between abysses. Both time and space are compressed here,” Annan said. “Once we cross this passage, we’ll leave Vamora and reach the abyss of another city.”