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The Abomination is a powerful and evil undead creature.

The birth of every abomination is full of pain and anti-human nature. They are terrifying deformed creations and a true reflection of human beings' own fear.

Each abomination's image is very different.

The head that appeared in front of Matthew had seven heads, with six small heads surrounding the largest one in the center. If you looked at it from a distance, someone might mistake the six heads on his neck for his head.

Recognize it as jewelry such as necklaces.

His limbs are tied together by multiple human thighs or calves. There is a bloody mouth emitting yellow smoke on his belly, which is covered with jagged fangs. From time to time, a hand will emerge from it.

, perhaps because of being in the abdomen of hatred for many years, that hand showed an unhealthy gelatinous state and looked extremely smooth.

Everywhere on Abomination are sutures that symbolize his origins.

No matter how disgusted he was with this anti-human creation, Matthew had to admit that he created this abominable necromancer with great skill.

Her tailoring level must be above master level!

Otherwise, it would be impossible to sew such a perfect wound.

Matthew looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't find the thread of the suture!

besides.

Except for the mouth on its belly that kept spraying sulfur, there was no pus or odor leaking from other parts of the abomination.

This is almost a perfect abomination!

"Apart from the fact that it was filled with the lives of Jango people...oh, and Naga?"

When he got closer, Matthew noticed that there was a big snake tail behind his buttocks. It was made of three Naga's private parts sewn together, and it looked a bit like a braid.

Hatred actually has a tail!

What kind of outrageous aesthetic is this?

Matthew couldn't help but doubt the mental state of the necromancer named Dania.

But he quickly dismissed these messy thoughts in his mind.

The emergence of hatred is crucial to Matthew. It is both an opportunity and a challenge. There are two opportunities:

First, although Night of the Dead is the simplest way to advance, there are no strict requirements for what happens to necromancers and the undead at night.

But if there are high-level undead in charge that night, Matthew will have the opportunity to gain a large amount of negative energy affinity.

His affinity for negative energy has never been high, and he often needs to borrow the power of negative energy stones. This is an excellent plan to make up for it.

Secondly, if I can get along well with this abomination, then I will live a very comfortable night.

The bullying and fear among the undead is actually engraved in their bones.

No one would offend a necromancer with a cloak of hate.

Not even the perverted zombie that was just driven away.

So when hatred comes closer.

Matthew couldn’t wait to get up and greet him:

"Good evening, Mr. Hateful."

The abomination didn't seem to be fully awake. Facing Matthew's solicitude, he just snorted heavily.

His eyes drifted to the small objects on the ground.

Without saying a word, Matthew quickly took out the head of a little lemur from his magic bag and offered it to him with both hands:

"Those low-grade goods are not worthy of you. I have specially prepared high-grade goods here for noble adults like you."

The big head of hatred has not yet reacted.

The little heads below all praised each other and said:

"This necromancer is a sycophant!"

"He's afraid we'll eat him!"

"I like his attitude. If only he could bend down a little more when bowing, I could see his..."

Snapped!

Hatred angrily slapped the open little heads one by one with his right hand:

"Don't scream, don't scream, it's making my head buzz!"

Said.

He unceremoniously took the little lemur's head from Matthew's hand and stuffed it into his mouth on his stomach.

Click, click, click!

There was a sound of chewing, and the bloody mouth no longer emitted sulfur.

"I want that one more!"

Hatred of going his own way, he walked to the stall and poked with his thick fingers, not knowing which one he was referring to.

"You can take it yourself."

Matthew's face was full of flattery, as if he had become the waiter of the undead.

The most interesting part of the Night of the Dead is also here. The necromancers who usually call around the undead are forced to accept the former's troubles on this night.

It is actually difficult for many mages to let go of their arrogance. They are unable to compromise with their daily slaves, which ultimately leads to failure in advancement.

But Matthew didn't have this kind of baggage at all. He was already very patient, but when he got really unhappy, he simply imagined that the undead were all Peggy.

In this way, no matter how severe the punishment is, you can endure it by gritting your teeth.

Abomination was picking at the stalls while the other undead remained motionless.

After a while, he picked a lucky rabbit's foot, two gray wolf cecae, and a bat tooth.

"I want all of these!"

Hate said gruffly.

Matthew nodded and bowed:

"Absolutely, Mr. Hateful."

The face in the center showed a look of satisfaction. He was just about to find a comfortable place to lie down when suddenly, a little head on his neck intervened:

"The necromancer just said that one person can only take one piece. If you take more, it is a foul."

Hatred looked at Matthew with doubt:

"Yeah?"

Matthew nodded:

"There is indeed such a rule, but you are not among them."

Hatred said somewhat unhappily:

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I don't like to be special."

Matthew's expression froze, but fortunately he reacted very quickly:

"This is not to be special, it is because you are not a person. And they are indeed the same person."

After hearing this, Hatred thought for a moment:

"you're right."

He conveniently punched the interfering man in the head, and then strode toward the stall:

"I have a lot of people on me, I need to get a few more."

Matthew kept smiling throughout.

These little things were not valuable, and Hate took as much as he liked, not to mention that he wasn't too outrageous, he just picked away half of the things on the stall.

Then he found a comfortable place near the incense burner and sat down, playing with those little things with great interest.

Matthew actually still had a lot of inventory in his luggage, but he didn't take it out immediately, he just watched quietly.

With Hate on their side, the other undead were much more reserved, and they were not even willing to speak.

If there was no incense burner, they might have left long ago.

Matthew watched with cold eyes, knowing what was going on.

After a while.

The rattling sound in his stomach of hatred came to an end, and Matthew immediately said gently to the zombie lady who was in a daze aside:

"Can you send this to Mr. Hateful?"

He took out another head from his bag.
To be continued...