Chapter 295: Special Training Methods for Necromancers
"This attribute panel? Is this a fucking necromancer?"
Shen Jianshu spoke fluently and was so excited that his saliva flew everywhere.
If anyone familiar with him saw this, he would be very surprised.
In their impression, this old professor who practiced undead magic was serious and very steady on weekdays. He had the character of a person who would not change his expression even if the mountain collapsed.
In his current state, it can be seen how much impact Qiao Yu's attribute panel had on him.
Shen Jianshu was so excited that his chest kept heaving. He quickly took out an oxygen bottle and covered his mouth and nose.
After taking a few big breaths of oxygen, Shen Jianshu finally calmed down a little.
He had eaten more in this day than he had eaten in most of his life.
Shen Jianshu finally discovered that being the teacher of this kid in front of him would be very difficult if he had a weak heart and his life would be short-lived...
"You, summon a skeleton soldier!" Shen Jianshu said.
"Oh..." Qiao Yu obeyed and as he was singing, a skeleton soldier who looked a little dull rose up from the ground.
"As a necromancer, the most important thing is to be able to control your undead creatures like an arm!" Shen Jianshu said as he took out a bundle of scrolls from the storage space.
Then Shen Jianshu unfolded the scroll, and what was inside the scroll was actually a painting!
The whole painting is a vast scene and extremely rich in content. There are numerous buildings, bridges and houses in the city, grass and trees, horses, cattle, donkeys and camels, as well as residents, travelers, boats and carts, etc.
"This is an imitation of the famous ancient painting "Along the River During Qingming Festival"." After Shen Jianshu finished speaking, he took out a tool bag and handed it to Qiao Yu.
After Qiao Yu took it, he opened it and saw that there were needles, threads, cloth, drawings, scissors and other tools inside.
"Professor Shen, what are you doing?" Qiao Yu was a little confused.
"It's very simple. I want you to do a cross stitch and embroider this picture of Along the River During the Qingming Festival." Shen Jianshu nodded slightly.
"Cross stitch? Me?" Qiao Yu's eyes widened.
"It's not you, it's it." Shen Jianshu pointed at the skeleton soldier summoned by Qiao Yu.
The blue soul fire in the skeleton soldier's two empty eye sockets flickered on and off, and he seemed to be shocked.
I am a skeleton, and you want to pull me out to embroider cross-stitch after I die? Just be a human being!
"Undead creatures are not cannon fodder. The same undead creatures, under the control of different necromancers, can exert very different powers!"
"When you can control undead creatures to complete such delicate tasks as cross-stitch, it proves that you have already gained a glimpse of the threshold for controlling undead."
"Come on young man, Bone Dragon will be here to accompany you. When you finish the cross stitch, I will let you out for some air."
After Shen Jianshu said this, a black hole opened.
"Wait a minute, Professor Shen, what kind of place is this?" Qiao Yu looked around and saw that everything around him was dark and empty.
"This is my undead space. Undead creatures summoned or controlled by the necromancer can be stored in the undead space. When the special training is over, I will teach you to open up your own undead space. Bye bye."
Shen Jianshu emerged from the black hole, leaving Qiao Yu alone in the space of the dead.
Oh no, there is also the skull dragon and a poor skeleton soldier above.
"What's wrong with this!"
Looking at the needlework in front of her, Qiao Yu felt dizzy.
His physical condition has never allowed him to do needlework.
Given the complexity of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", he probably wouldn't be able to embroider it himself, let alone control a skeleton.
Qiao Yu's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Xiaoji! Ask that scholar ghost if he can embroider?"
"Sir... I know a little bit about the Four Books and Five Classics of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Embroidery was only learned by women in ancient times..." The weak voice of the scholar ghost sounded.
Qiao Yu was silent for a while and then asked slowly.
"Xiaoji, what about you? Can you embroider?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the Mechanical Queen came out of Qiao Yu's body.
She reached out and waved, and Bone Dragon's eyes were instantly blindfolded, but Bone Dragon felt nothing about it.
"I can stab you, do you want to try it?" As soon as she finished speaking, the Mechanical Queen's right hand turned into a huge electric drill.
"Forget it... why did you come out suddenly?" Qiao Yu asked.
"This space is very strange. It can block all perceptions from the outside world. Of course I have to come out for some air."
The mechanical queen stretched out, revealing her graceful curves.
"Don't worry, you are busy with your business and don't worry about me. I will disappear automatically when the old man comes back."
"Hey." Qiao Yu sighed.
It seemed that he still had to rely on himself, and then Qiao Yu's eyes became firm.
His character was inherently stubborn, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to spend more than half a month studying the scratch paper left by his parents.
He did what he said, but Qiao Yu got stuck at the first step.
Because he found that it was not easy to just control the skeleton soldier to stretch out two fingers to hold the embroidery needle as thin as an ox hair.
Qiao Yu rarely used himself as a necromancer to fight in the first place. Even if he summoned the skeleton soldiers before, they would all rush directly upwards. There was no such fine control before.
After working hard for a long time, Qiao Yu finally succeeded in getting those two bone fingers to pick up a slender embroidery needle.
Then comes the second question, threading...
Under the control of Qiao Yu, the skeleton soldier held the embroidery needle in his left hand and the thread in his right hand, but he couldn't thread it through no matter how hard he tried.
With the help of Guitong, he could clearly lock the eye of the needle, but no matter how he threaded it, the thread would twist this way and that.
"Sir, you can't do this."
The scholar ghost's words echoed in Qiao Yu's heart.
"When I was alive, I saw my wife doing needlework. She couldn't thread the needle through because the thread was too soft. You had to lick the thread until it was straight and you could thread it in."
"Is it like this?"
Qiao Yu scratched his head and looked at the skeleton soldier's 28 neat white teeth.
It's impossible to ask the skeleton soldiers to lick the thread straight. Is it possible that I have to do it myself?
Qiao Yu suddenly had a bold idea in her heart.
"Xiaoji! Come here! I'll show you something good!"
The Mechanical Queen came over doubtfully.
Five minutes later, Qiao Yu had a black and bruised panda eye, but her face was full of surprise.
With the help of the Mechanical Queen, he finally succeeded in threading!
"Okay, finally we can start embroidering!"
Qiao Yu took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, then took a look at the Riverside During the Qingming Festival, and spoke with full confidence.
"Let's get started! Skeleton soldiers, let's go!"
Under Qiao Yu's control, the skeleton soldiers' attacks were fast, accurate and ruthless.
It holds the embroidery needle, aims at the target, and pricks forward!
Stab!
The skeleton soldier's entire hand penetrated the cross-stitch canvas, and a large hole appeared on the canvas.