Necromancers Also Want to Practice Immortality

Where the pines and waves are rolling, I live for the two dead. When Ye Chen opened his eyes, he became a little Taoist priest with incomplete memory in the Eastern Continent's Zhenyi Temple. The porridge and pickles, the solitary cliff in the sea of ​​clouds, it's so miserable that you can see it all at a glance. But in his mind, there was an inheritance stone of the Necromancer of the Western Continent, and a bloody memory of the fall of a strong man. From then on, the Book of the Dead was hidden under the Taoist robe. Wherever the dust rises, the curse of withering spreads silently. Until he stood in front of the corpse in the back mountain and recited the forbidden mantra—— Withered bones open their eyes, and the dead march. The necromancer in robes is elegant, really elegant. He originally wanted to rely on dual inheritance to survive peacefully in this world. But the soul of the deceased burned his last wishes into his marrow: Save my lost son. Looking for my lost biological mother. And deep down in his heart, he also has the most remote obsession: to return to the home where his sister is. Taoism and undead magic are strangely blended, and the cause and effect of the past is like a vine. The quiet years in the land of Qing Xiu were quietly shattered by the return of the senior brother Jianfeng and the deep gaze of the master. There is a world of mortals under the mountain, and the world is about to be stormy. With the life span and curse of three people in mind, Ye Chen bid farewell to the mountain gate. As a Taoist priest, he will perform the art of undeath. Use the corpses of your enemies to pave your way home. ——If there is no path to immortality, then let the dead open the way for me!