Chapter 420: Raven Pavilion Demonic Domain and Graveyard Domain

Chapter 420: Raven Pavilion Demonic Domain and Graveyard Domain

Oiling was a laborious and delicate job.

The entire process could not be replaced by others, and the necromancer had to do it himself.

Immediately, the five corpses were laid out side by side on a thick blanket.

The Dark Divine Oil that he had painstakingly refined was placed in a small bucket at the side.

There were three types of brushes in the bucket.

Matthew picked up the largest brush and fiddled with the small bucket a few times to make the grease and the negative energy residue fully fuse. Then, he carried the small bucket to the first corpse.

From top to bottom.

He brushed it three times seriously.

After that, the second corpse, the third corpseUntil the fifth corpse.

Renesme, flip it over.

Matthew dipped the brush into the oil barrel and ordered Miss Zombie to help.New novel chapters are published on

Renesme was drooling as she turned the corpse over.

Matthew walked to the front and used the same method to roughly brush the back of the five corpses.

Dark Divine Oil with a hint of dark green soaked the surface of the corpse. The clothes and skin of the corpse softened at the same time. Occasionally, Death Serum would come out from under the skin, making sizzling sounds.

At this moment, the dark warrior was no longer as stinky as before.

After being smeared with a layer of Dark Divine Oil, the surface of the corpse emitted a faint floral fragrance.

Matthew first used a large brush to brush both sides.

Then, he took out a medium-sized brush and applied more oil.

This step was the most tiring.

Not only did he have to take care of every part of the body, he even had to stuff some oil into the mouth and anus.

The remaining spirituality must be allowed to gather freely.

Matthew was engrossed in his research in the small study next to the workshop.

At this moment.

There was a sudden commotion outside the cemetery.

Matthew put down the documents, walked out of the stone house, and quickly rushed to the place where the commotion had occurred.

At the edge of the cemetery, not far away, outside a row of sparse black locust trees, a group of ghosts looked at the undead creatures in the cemetery.

In the cemetery.

A dozen zombies and even more skeleton soldiers were pointing at them.

Matthew walked over without batting an eyelid.

Sensing the arrival of the Lord of the Graveyard, the Black Locust Tree immediately moved to the sides, and a temporary passage was instantly opened.

Respected Lord of the Graveyard, Great Necromancer, we are the Undead from Zandar.

Our cemetery was destroyed by the Dragon Calamity. In order to avoid the evil red dragon, we had to come to the surface, but there was no place for my people on the surface.

We drifted around, chased away by others. In our despair, we felt the calling of this place.

Im the representative of the clan. You can call me Ali. May I ask if my clansmen and I are qualified to serve you?

A spectre that was emitting white light asked sincerely.

Matthew noticed that there were about thirty ghosts behind him. They were all in a bad state. They were all muddleheaded as if they would be blown away by the wind in the next second.

Ali was the only one who was solid in his ghost form. There was a little golden light in the white light. He was indeed an elite ghost. He would probably be able to survive for a long time even if all his clansmen died.

Matthew listened to Alis story and couldnt help but ask, Were you the ones who caused trouble at the south trading station of Rolling Stone Town? Ali looked ashamed.

Yes, it was an emergency at that time. Many of our clansmen were in a very dangerous state. If they didnt absorb the energy of humans, they would have completely dissipated.

We had no choice but to do this, but I assure you that the spirits of the Zandar family are very principled. We only absorbed a little of their energy through scary methods, which is barely enough for us to survive..