Chapter 167 of tushumi.cc: The Somewhat Foolish Dragon Spirit (tushumi.cc)

Do you like my gift?

Not long after Maggie left the temple grounds, a figure emerged from the shadows of the street. The man had a bewitching appearance and blood-red lips; he looked more like a vengeful ghost from Chinese horror than an undead.

His voice was mocking, as if a human life was nothing more than a trivial matter to him.

"Very boring."

Maggie glanced at him coldly, her tone utterly indifferent, as if she herself didn't care about the passing of life and simply thought Ivy's behavior was tasteless.

"Is that so? It seems Your Highness has a more interesting idea."

Ivy seemed apologetic for not satisfying Maggie, her tone tinged with regret.

"No."

Maggie uttered two words calmly, her eyes showing no dislike or hatred as she looked at Ivy, as if she were looking at an inanimate object.

It wasn't that he hid himself; rather, in Maggie's eyes, Ivy was already a dead man. After she made her decision, he didn't even have the chance to be a ghost anymore, so naturally he was no different from an inanimate object.

"Alright, Your Highness, can you tell me the terms we agreed on?"

Ivy shrugged, appearing indifferent. To him, it was just a minor incident; a strong person crushing an ant was not worth his extra concern.

"I think even if I told you, you still wouldn't be able to do it."

Maggie looked away from Ivy's face. If you put everything else aside, Ivy's appearance could even be described as handsome, almost comparable to that of a pure-blooded vampire, especially his blood-dripping lips.

Unfortunately, it's all show and no substance.

“This is not what we agreed upon, Your Highness.”

Ivy narrowed his eyes, a hint of danger in them. His strength was so great that he never concealed his killing intent.

Even though this was Saint Fe City, at the foot of the Temple of Light, he still had the courage to kill someone and leave.

"No, I was just trying to be helpful."

Maggie tilted her head and gave a cryptic, ambiguous smile, which seemed to be both mockery and sarcasm.

"You must have wondered where the souls of living beings go after they die, right?"

She countered with a question.

"Oh? So Your Highness knew?"

Ivy's nonchalant attitude finally turned somewhat serious. As an undead who had been searching for a way to resurrect for a long time, it was only natural that she would suspect the illogical aspects of this.

But this was a guess he had vaguely come up with after searching for hundreds of years, and Maggie just said it out loud, which made him have to believe that Maggie might really have some clues.

"have no idea."

Maggie shook her head; she was very honest, she simply didn't know.

"?"

Ivy was taken aback by Maggie's crisp, decisive tone, probably not expecting anyone to say they didn't know so confidently.

"However, I have seen spirit forms."

Before Ivy could get angry, Maggie changed the subject, piquing his interest once again.

"It is neither an undead nor a lich, but a soul that has not been tainted by any aura of death."

Maggie said earnestly.

"Where!"

Ivy's tone became noticeably urgent. The possibility he had been searching for for thousands of years was now just a step away from being verified. Anyone would be unable to contain their excitement.

"Wait, don't rush."

Maggie smiled and advised him to calm down.

"Besides that, I also possess a resurrection technique that can bring living beings back to life, but only one of these two techniques is within the scope of our transaction. Which one would you like to choose?"

She had an incredible amount of leverage. In fact, she never expected that the little ghost would possess resurrection magic, since it had never appeared in the original story.

This made her even more curious about the little ghost's identity.

Resurrection magic is so powerful it's practically legendary.

"you!"

Ivy was stumped by Maggie's question. Her brows furrowed, and a look of inner conflict first appeared in her eyes. Then her brows relaxed, and a strong sense of malice poured out.

"Why should I choose? If you don't want to die, tell me everything."

Maggie lowered her eyes slightly, concealing the triumphant look in them, and remained calm on the surface.

The fish finally took the bait so easily, which would bring her no pleasure at all.

"That's a real shame, our negotiations have broken down."

Maggie shrugged, mimicking his gesture, and withdrew her hand with a helpless tone. Then she pulled out a cross necklace from her neck, a necklace that originally symbolized her identity as the Holy Maiden of Light and had just been blessed by the Holy Emblem.

For at least half an hour, the undead will have absolutely no chance to get close to her.

This is why she told the priest that she wanted to borrow the emblem for a short time to enhance its protective effect, which would not affect the emblem in any way. The priest had no reason to refuse her request.

“You have no way to enter the temple, nor dare you step into it. With this, I can return to the temple directly. As long as I don’t come out, you will never be able to do anything to me.”

"If you don't want to end up with nothing, you'd better do as I say."

Maggie's words were not even a threat; she was simply stating a fact.

This is also an advantage of being in the lair. The temple is a natural protective base against evil spirits. Even the Demon King will not show himself here. In every sense, it is actually advantageous for Maggie.

In addition to facing some internal crises.

Ivy was not an ordinary human in life; he was a creature who had lived for a very long time and possessed wisdom far exceeding that of ordinary undead. In just a quarter of an hour, he understood the implications.

He suppressed his murderous intent and ferocity, returning to his normal appearance. At first glance, he was not even recognizable as a ghost, but rather resembled a human.

"I need the coordinates of the soul; I need to verify the truth of your words."

Ivy stared intently at Maggie, finally squeezing out those words through gritted teeth.

Maggie immediately saw that he was plotting to kill her, and after giving the location, she added casually.

"If I die, you won't get the resurrection spell. It's not in my possession, so don't try to kill me again; it will only backfire."

After saying that, she turned and left. She had other things to do and didn't have much time to linger with Ivy. She also had other things to do in the dueling arena.

Regardless of what Ivy thinks, Maggie knows how much he longs for resurrection and that he would never harm her.

As for waiting for him to come back?

The Dragon Spirit is not someone to be trifled with. Although she doesn't think Ivy will perish in the Tomb of the False God, even Ivy would have a hard time getting the better of Rielta.

I wonder how weak Ivy will be when she returns.

He was too confident, thinking that he could handle most dangers with his strength. But what if it was a false god?

"Since you've made me your follower, helping to resolve a problem for one of your followers shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

Maggie couldn't help but chuckle softly as she recalled the somewhat foolish dragon spirit, muttering to herself as she stepped into the arena with a delighted expression.