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.”