Chapter 21

The grand hall was completely silent.

The temple guards all had strange expressions. The necromancer had taken down everyone with a single spell, clearly not someone to be trifled with, and the temple was at fault to begin with. It was only after much difficulty that the priest and the other party reached a compensation agreement, and just when they were about to leave, this guy had to go and pick on the other party's skeleton for being off!

What is wrong with him?

Little priest John opened his mouth, raised his hands, and quickly covered it. His mouth made a muffled sound, and the freckles on his face twisted as if they were about to pop out.

Spearman Raymond opened his mouth wide, shield warrior Wally stared with round eyes, and archer Thorne's red hair seemed to be on fire...

Gret, wake up!

This is a necromancer, a necromancer! What are you talking about the skeleton being off? You were a good kid, everyone watched you grow up, how did you become so weird after being enlightened by the God of Nature?

Priest Donald lay on his back, with a large cat stepping on him, not daring to move. The large cat on his body lifted its head, its golden eyes darting back and forth between Gret and the golden skull, its tail swaying with interest.

With such a pet, the necromancer was naturally even more interested. He took a step forward, looked up at the skull, and then bent down to look at the pelvis. After looking left and right and not getting the point, he turned to ask Gret:

"…How exactly do you look at it?"

"That's easy!"

Gret answered without hesitation:

"See, this skull…"

The golden skull was quite tall, so Gret had to tiptoe, a bit strained. The golden skull turned its face to "look" at him, suddenly raised its hand, and took off its own head, holding the skull and presenting it to Gret. Two flames flickered in the dark eye sockets, staring at him from the skull's palm.

Gret: "…"

Don't do this, you're making me nervous…

He tried to calm down. No matter how the skull could pick up its own head, the gender of the skull wouldn't change—unless it changed, he had something to talk about.

Of course, the anatomical characteristics of people from other worlds might be different, which was another issue.

He didn't reach out to take it but instead took a step to the side and pointed at the skull, speaking fluently:

"Look at the forehead and the top. Here it's curved, if it's female, the forehead should be vertical, and the top flat; now look at the brow ridge, it's prominently raised, with many small holes, see? In females, the brow ridge is not prominent, and there are basically no holes; now look at the nasal root…"

The forensic medicine content he had learned and memorized in his third year of college flowed out without any omissions.

He should have forgotten it long ago.

He forgot it right after the exam.

After all, he studied clinical medicine, not forensic medicine, so there was no need to waste memory on such an unimportant subject.

But now, he remembered it clearly, even the page number, the line, and the diagram in the textbook were vividly clear.

Gret even remembered the ghost face he had drawn in the corner of the page.

It seems that crossing over had its benefits…

He felt a little happy ^_^

After crossing over, the hope of surviving smoothly increased a bit!

Good news always makes one feel happy. Gret unconsciously curled his lips, and the speed and tone of his explanation to the necromancer and the golden skull became even faster and gentler. Unconsciously, he took on the air of a senior physician teaching students in medical school.

This acceleration made the skull expressionless (it couldn't have any expression anyway), but the two flames in the skull's eye sockets went from flickering to completely still. It looked like it had given up and was just a lifeless stand.

The necromancer's eyes, however, clearly showed ripples. His legs wobbled, and it looked like he was about to collapse…

"Okay, the skull is done, let's look at the pelvis…"

Gret poked the skull's head, poked it again, and the skull finally reacted, fumbling to put its head back on. Gret nodded in satisfaction and bent down to observe the pelvis:

"This is the hip bone. The pubic symphysis is so wide and flat, the angle is definitely over 90 degrees, it's definitely female. Tsk, turn around and look at the back, this woman has given birth!"

He bent down, the necromancer followed, he bent over, the necromancer followed. When he bent over and twisted his neck to look up, the necromancer…

The necromancer straightened up, raised his left hand, and snapped his fingers.

With a clatter, the golden skull that had been standing straight collapsed in front of Gret.

Gret jumped back!

What, this thing can collapse? Out of power? Magic dissipated? But come to think of it, without joints, ligaments, or muscles, the bones should collapse, not stand…

He was lost in thought when he saw the finger bones, radius, ulna, vertebrae, thoracic vertebrae, cervical vertebrae, and ribs automatically reassemble like a slow-motion animation. The vertebrae stacked up one by one, the ribs attached front and back, the shoulder blades extended outward, and the arms and fingers stretched out one by one…

Finally, a headless skeleton stood upright, one hand on the ground, the other hand fumbling, found its pelvis, and lifted it up shakily.

Gret: "…"

Is this because he thought we were too tired bending over and looking down, so he disassembled himself to show us the bones?

But the height isn't enough!

He looked at the necromancer, the necromancer looked at him. After a moment of mutual staring, the necromancer snapped his fingers again, and the golden skeleton's toe bones, tibia, and femur began to reassemble…

The lower half of the skeleton stood on the ground. The upper half of the headless skeleton reached out a hand, grabbed the femur head, and pulled itself up, placing it on top. One bony hand held the pelvis, the other hand fumbled on the ground, found the skull, and lifted it up in the same way…

Then, the upper half without the pelvis swayed and fell to the side.

It fell.

"Meow!"

A loud cat's meow. Gret turned his head and saw the black cat with white boots lightly jump off the priest's body. The cat's tail slapped the ground, and it rolled around on its back…

Hey, laughing like that is too much! You're a cat!

The necromancer's face was completely red. He pounded his bone staff, controlling the golden skeleton to return to its original form, then pointed forward, and the stone door at the deepest part of the hall creaked open, revealing a passage. Following that, his facial muscles twitched, and he forced a smile:

"Shall we go in and talk?"

Gret nodded happily. The necromancer took a step forward, the black cat swayed its tail to lead the way, and the golden skeleton clattered behind. After a few steps, the necromancer suddenly stopped and coldly shouted:

"You! No one is to run!"