Skeletal Dog

[Skeletal Hound (Teddy)].

[Rank: 5 (0/1500)].

[Attributes: Stamina x12, Strength x14, Agility x16, Perception x5, Intellect x5, Charisma x4].

[Abilities: Basic Soul Fire].

[Basic Soul Fire: Undead with basic soul fire can understand and execute simpler commands].

Just by the skeleton alone, it was impossible to say that it was a plush dog, especially since it was close in size to a lion. 

The skeleton's attributes, strength and agility were higher than the others.

But the body mass was smaller.

The attributes listed a new ability - "basic soul fire."

The description said that the skeleton should have a soul fire, with which it can execute simple commands.

This was generally not bad.

Although the skeletal warrior was good at using it, it was too stupid, and executing commands required observation from the side, which made understanding more complex commands difficult.

Now that there was a soul fire, they could understand more commands.

"I just don't know how I got this soul fire."

"A special undead?"

"Or does it appear when you reach a certain level."

Wu Hen could not understand this and could only put it aside for now.

After checking the attributes, when he was about to lead the skeletal soldiers to search the room, his gaze suddenly fell on the shredded meat scattered on the ground.

"Brains?"

On the site of the first corpse's head was a milky white meaty substance. 

The reason he noticed it at first glance was that it was particularly conspicuous.

Under the action of the Bone Service technique, the flesh and blood of the summoned object melted like hot wax, be it skin or internal organs.

However, this "flesh" still retained a texture that was noticeable at first glance.

"Does Teddy have a tumor?"

Taking an iron spear, he hooked up the pulp, lifted it and held it in his hand to examine it.

The size of a bead, the texture was slightly elastic, as if holding a piece of jelly.

"What the hell?"

*Dang-Dang-Dang!*

At the moment when Wu Hen was examining the piece of meat in his hand, the iron bars started shaking again, scaring him.

When he looked up, he saw that Teddy, clinging to the stair railings with his front paws, began to wildly swing his crotch. 

The pubic bone rang against the iron railings.

This sound echoed throughout the building, and the moans of zombies could be heard outside the door.

"Damn it!"

Wu Hen was speechless.

"You, skeleton, you don't have that thing anymore, why are you still doing such actions?"

"Stop!" Wu Hen said immediately.

The Teddy skeleton subconsciously swung his waist two more times, then looked up.

In the empty eye sockets flickered the flickering soul fire.

"Stay put!" Wu Hen ordered again.

The skeletal Teddy crouched down and stopped making strange movements.

Unwilling to continue the investigation, he put the meat in a plastic bag and led the skeletons to the stairs.

Making sure the door was closed and there was no risk of opening it.

Everything that could be used, or could be sold in Blackstone, was put in a backpack and taken out.

...

Returning to the town of Blackstone, Wu Hen immediately went to the store.

The shopkeeper was enthusiastic. 

It seemed that the resin sold to him last time had made quite a profit.

"Mr. Wu Hen, have you got anything to sell today again?" the owner smiled in anticipation.

"Came to buy something."

The boss's smile remained the same, and he continued to ask: "What do you need?"

"Are there any medicines for wounds," Wu Hen asked.

During the battle, he felt almost nothing, but after it was over, he felt pain all over his body.

Although there were no obvious wounds, there were bruises and crimson spots on the shoulders and arms.

"Here," the man bent down, took two glass vials of medicine from the counter and said, "Depending on what injuries you have sustained, different potions are needed."

Wu Hen rolled up his sleeve and showed: "This is from a fall."

"This elixir will be enough." 

"Okay, how much?"

"1 silver and 30 copper."

The pharmacology of this world was well developed, even if they did not use it, they had heard of some.

Wu Hen paid the money and took the potion.

[Healing Potion].

[Description: Potion with the effect of rapid wound healing].

Without hesitation, he tilted his head back and drank it.

When the potion entered his stomach, he felt a warmth spreading through all parts of his body. 

The pain did actually subside.

It was really amazing to see the effect immediately after ingestion.

A thought suddenly popped into Wu Hen's head.

Opening his backpack and glancing at it, he frowned slightly.

[Aberrant Corpse].

[Description: Energy crystals of aberrant creatures, can improve physique, chance of toxin infection].

Attributes appeared.

There was no change in the zombie world, but attributes appeared when they crossed over here. 

Prompts from his own system should be related to this foreign world, and only with a connection to it did corresponding prompts appear.

It was like the attributes of himself and the attributes of the skeleton, which also appeared after turning into a necromancer.

Although this was a guess, it should be accurate.

"What's the problem? Potion bottles are still relatively sturdy and don't usually break that easily," the shop owner saw his head stuck in his backpack and said.

Wu Hen looked up and asked, "Boss, may I ask, I have a friend who got the flesh of a creature, and feels that this flesh has some effect on changing his physique, and is afraid it is toxic, what should he do?" 

"You are right to speak of biological material, material decayed from a creature is a kind of raw material for alchemical potions, I do not recommend your friend to study it on his own, it is better to send it for alchemical examination, if you do not feel safe, you can also contact the Professional Association to issue a commission, although it costs some money, safety first," the man said, tidying up the counter.

A kind of alchemical material?

Commission...

Wu Hen thought about it and decided this suggestion was not bad.

Seeing that many more customers had entered the store, Wu Hen did not linger any longer. 

Saying goodbye, he left the store.

...

The Professional Association was established about five hundred years ago.

Initially it was just a simple operational base created by a group of adventurers to adventure together and share information.

However, over time, the fame and influence accumulated by the bases spread throughout the world, encompassing all races and kingdoms.

With each passing day, there were more and more base members, and more and more influence. 

The Adventurers' Base was officially renamed the Professional Association. 

Branches were opened all over the world to assist professionals and at the same time perform regulatory functions.

Through the Association, Wu Hen's Necromancer profession translation book was obtained.

The Hall of Professionals was built very wide and impressive. 

There were quite a lot of occupants gathered here. 

Among them were muscular men with bulging, greasy skin, warriors in silver armor and with huge swords. 

Or maybe archer women with slender figures, clad in skintight leather armor.

It looked like a big cosplay scene, it's just a pity that these professional women were dressed in skintight leather armor and did not have bikini-style bulletproof vests.

"Not sexy at all," Wu Hen muttered.

At the front of the hall was a booth where cashiers handled all kinds of professional issues. 

On one side hung a board with commission fees for rewards: rewards for wanted criminals, hunting magical beasts, interrogating information, etc.

By completing assignments, you could get both coins and props. 

Coins are the usual rewards, and props are not just props, they can be skill books, sage notes, magical props or weapons and armor. 

The Professional Association encompasses all races, possesses terrifying materials and resources, so there is no shortage of what you need here.

Wu Hen was just looking at them, not interested in them.

Catching criminals, hunting magical beasts - it was all unsafe. 

He himself, a newcomer who had just switched to a new job, could not participate in any of this.

Approaching the booth, the female cashier smiled, "Sir, may I ask what it is about?"

"I would like to issue a commission..."