Necromancer Farming Notes Figure Master

The dim candlelight flickered, casting the shadows of the crowd onto the pale blue ancient wall. In the shadows where the candlelight couldn't reach, several gray-white armored ghouls lay sprawled on the ground.

"The scale of this ancient tomb is so large that I suspect there was a dragon sacrifice inside."

"You guessed right, there was indeed an exceptionally powerful dragon priest here. But Lord Insect King has already cleaned this place up."

Then the image freezes again, with only the flickering candlelight proving that the scene is not static.

At this moment, Wang Yu was extremely flustered. He felt like a husky that had infiltrated a pack of wolves. Although he tried to appear calm, his comical eyes betrayed him.

He sat up straight, then furtively scanned his surroundings with his eyes. Everyone present was dressed in black hooded cloaks; judging from the atmosphere, it was either an assassin's gathering or the scene of a large-scale cult ritual.

After sitting listlessly for two hours, Wang Yu's buttocks finally couldn't take it anymore. He felt like he wasn't wearing anything under his black robe, and the stone benches were incredibly damp, cold, and uneven. He couldn't stand it any longer, so he subconsciously shifted his position.

Suddenly, all eyes turned to him.

He broke out in a cold sweat, his heart pounding like a drum.

He thought that everyone would lose interest after just a glance, but to his surprise, everyone seemed to be waiting for him to continue.

A full minute passed, and everyone was still staring at him.

"It seems I have no choice but to say something to get by." Wang Yu couldn't hold back any longer.

So, suppressing his nervousness, he cautiously began to speak. His voice was strange and unpleasant; each word he uttered was accompanied by a tremolo, making it difficult for others to understand him.

"Since we've all managed to get together, why don't we discuss our skills?"

Because of his hasty time travel, he still doesn't know his identity, so he can only vaguely say that he'll discuss techniques. As for what techniques to discuss? That's for others to figure out; he just needs to cheer them on.

His words immediately enlivened the eerie scene, and everyone exchanged glances.

At this moment, a magnetic voice rang out, and a man sitting next to Wang Yu nodded and said, "I think this classmate makes a good point. There are still many classmates who haven't arrived yet, so why don't we take this opportunity to exchange ideas?"

"So, who should go first?"

Everyone lowered their heads and thought for a moment, then tacitly refocused their attention on Wang Yu. After all, he was the initiator, and he should be the one to start.

"Zhao! Why are you always targeting me!" Wang Yu was on the verge of tears.

He lowered his head slightly, seemingly preparing his words. In reality, he was going through the memories of his past life.

"Damn it! Apart from a language system and a few spells, I know absolutely nothing about this place!"

"Resurrection? Soul-Stealing Trap? Lightning Bolt?" Wang Yu flipped through the three spells in his mind. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and an idea slowly emerged.

He looked around and noticed that everyone's black robes were embroidered with a pale white skull.

"Ah! I see! This is the gathering place of necromancers!"

"And then? What should I say?" Wang Yu was stunned again. "Biology? Chemistry? I've forgotten everything I learned. Am I supposed to talk to these people about figurines?" Wang Yu was suddenly filled with regret. Why didn't he study hard in his past life and instead became obsessed with figurines?

"Wait! A figurine!" Wang Yu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Yu remained silent for a full five minutes, but everyone was unusually patient.

"Ahem! Well then, let me say a few words." Wang Yu glanced around and, finding everyone's emotions to be very stable, continued speaking with peace of mind.

"I've discovered a brand new skin material, which I call silicone. The specific method is (he vaguely recalled his past life and rambled on) simply attaching it to a skeleton and adding a mold, and you can get all sorts of lifelike people."

The male mages present were all intrigued, while the female mages were somewhat puzzled.

"Your Excellency, please forgive my intrusion. What is the significance of your skin texture?" asked a female mage whose chest was slumped on the cold stone table.

Wang Yu glanced at it and felt a sudden tightness in his chest. Then, somewhat disappointed, he said, "It's a pity it's alive."

"Ahem! We're only discussing techniques, not practicality," a male mage quickly interjected.

“My generous brother, please explain the process of making the doll in detail.”

"Yes! Yes!" The response was enthusiastic.

Speaking of this, I'm no longer sleepy! Wang Yu finally found his area of ​​expertise and began to speak eloquently.

After he finished speaking, everyone was still a little unsatisfied.

At this moment, a monk suddenly said, "Brother, how different is the feel of this silicone material from real skin?"

"It only feels about 90% like a real person," Wang Yu said after thinking for a moment.

"That's such a pity. It would be great if we could cover it with real skin."

Wang Yu felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this, so he quickly steered the conversation. "But that would leave scratches, which would be so ugly. And there are so few truly beautiful women in the world. If only we could master a method of flesh and blood cultivation that allows us to manipulate the shape at will."

"You mean facial reshaping?" the female mage suddenly sat up straight and asked.

“Yes…” Wang Yu said uncertainly. He didn’t know much about this facial sculpting technique.

“But as far as I know, this spell only works on living beings,” said another experienced male mage.

"There's nothing we can do about it, since we can't create living corpses," Wang Yu said, trying to end the conversation.

"A living corpse?" a magnetic voice asked.

Everyone looked over; it was the older man sitting next to Wang Yu.

Seeing that everyone's attention had been diverted, Wang Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“I have a peculiar piece of flesh and blood tissue that can be cultured into various shapes, but unfortunately, the quantity is too small and the cultivation process is very slow.”

Upon hearing this, everyone was somewhat disappointed.

“Actually, human tissues can also be selectively cultivated…” Wang Yu said subconsciously.

Then everyone looked at him again.

"Hey! I'm so happy I'm floating on air! Why are you interrupting me like that!" Wang Yu was almost crying from anger.

The main reason was that the atmosphere here was so harmonious. He subconsciously forgot that this was actually an evil gathering.

Wang Yu could only grit his teeth and slowly say, recalling the marketing accounts from his previous life: "I heard there is a technology that can transform human skin cells into embryonic stem cells, and then by guiding the expression of embryonic stem cells, it can be made into various human tissues."

After he finished speaking, everyone looked at each other blankly, having no idea what Wang Yu was talking about.