A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 1551: 428 Life Miracle and Heavenly God’s Blood (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

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Unexpectedly, the burly skeleton immediately countered,

“Oh, you damned fellow, dare you tease me?”

“Such a vile creature!”

“Get your filthy claws off my chest right now. We’ve only just met, can’t you show a little restraint?”

Matthew was stunned.

He tried to shrink back, but the coffin was so small that this movement caused even more friction with the skeleton.

The latter’s tone suddenly carried a tinge of shame and anger:

“What sins did I commit to deserve being harassed by someone like you even after so many years of death?”

“I know I am quite beautiful, but after all, I am not from your era. If you truly admire me, you should show me more respect…”

Matthew was numb.

The accent of the skeleton sounded like some ancient Troll Tribe matriarch.

Her voice was quite shrill, and the two of them were squeezed in a coffin, making not only the content of her speech astonishing, but the pitch also caused Matthew’s eardrums a faint pain.

He decided to ignore the incessant Troll Tribe matriarch.

The next moment,

Matthew slightly lifted his arm and forcefully pressed against the top of the coffin—

The coffin was heavy.

Matthew tried to activate the Pale Hand, but to his surprise, this ability had been sealed!

He pushed upward a couple of times, but the coffin lid wouldn’t budge.

“You won’t be able to push it open,”

the skeleton matriarch advised,

“Although I don’t know how you got in here, since you’ve come, you should accept it. Blindly exerting force is not advisable. Wouldn’t it be better to lie down and rest? Perhaps you might even wait for rescue.”

Without a word, Matthew pulled out the Cursed Hammer from the Magical Bag!

He apologized to the skeleton matriarch and then propped the mace against the coffin lid, followed by a forceful upward lift—

With a creak,

The heavy stone sarcophagus was nudged open by a few inches, and after some effort, Matthew finally freed his upper body!

At that moment,

a faint voice came from within the coffin:

“Is this where you abandon me after all the chaos, right?”

“I knew it. You men are all alike, all the same…”

The matriarch’s sorrowful voice echoed gently inside the coffin and finally turned into a sigh.

Afterward, it quieted down.

Matthew was indifferent.

He completely crawled out of the coffin and then sat on the ground, leaning against the sarcophagus.

This space gave him a feeling of palpitations.

Matthew could distinctly feel his Strength being suppressed!

Fortunately, his Level had been raised, and his Strength had also significantly improved. Coupled with the extra Strength provided by the Cursed Hammer, he managed to accomplish the initial mission of escaping the sarcophagus.

He looked around.

This was a cold, damp burial chamber.

The sound of dripping water echoed in his ears, sometimes far, sometimes near.

For a moment, Matthew thought it was inside the chamber.

But soon, the sound of the water droplets receded into the distance.

Matthew’s expression slightly darkened—

If it wasn’t that his hearing and Insight had issues, then the sound of the dripping water might very likely be caused by some moving object!

He took a deep breath and did not immediately ignite the Mage Fire but instead tried his utmost to spread his Insight—

This was very difficult.

Like his Strength, Matthew’s Insight was also under great compression.

He sensed that the overall structure of the chamber had a downward slope, and apart from the sarcophagus, the chamber was empty.

In the four corners and the gaps between the walls and the floor, there grew dense clusters of purple moss.

The moss was covered with a paste-like substance that resembled meat.

“Dead Man Moss…”

Matthew recognized this rare organism.

Typically, such moss only grows in areas with an excess of negative energy.

Even the negative energy plane does not often see it.

Dead Man Moss can be used to make a special poison wine that greatly enhances the effect of instant death—

Even without consuming it, spraying it on an enemy’s skin can still produce a similar effect.

Therefore, it was popular with necromancers.

Matthew moved away from the sarcophagus and started picking the Dead Man Moss.

In the past when he didn’t have many minions, he often did this task himself.

Matthew was proficient in his movements, and it didn’t take long for him to pick most of the Dead Man Moss in the chamber.

He approached the only entrance of the burial chamber and looked out.

Beyond was a narrow corridor, partially collapsed, requiring one to bend down and crawl to pass through.

At the end of the corridor was a slightly more spacious tomb passage.

On the left side, Matthew spotted a stone monument.

It bore the name and life story of the tomb’s occupant.

With a cursory glance, Matthew learned that buried here was the matriarch of a Troll Tribe from an ancient era.

Her name was Maggie?

“Maggie? Nice name. Was your society matriarchal at that time?”

Matthew asked casually toward the coffin.

However, no one answered him.

Finding it strange, Matthew took a few steps forward.

And the next second,

he saw the skeleton in the coffin laid out neatly, without a hint of spirituality or signs of revival.

It was as if everything he had just experienced was merely an illusion!

Matthew felt as if someone had harshly tugged at his heart.

Then he calmed down even more.

“Could it be that there is a hallucinogenic gas in the burial chamber that causes hallucinations after being inhaled?”

“That’s not it; my body shows no reaction. Even though my Strength is suppressed, I wouldn’t fall into such a low-level trap…”

Matthew quickly adjusted his mental and physical state at the fastest speed.