After some in-depth and detailed communication, Gris finally figured out the origin of these undeads. As he had previously guessed, these undeads were born from this crypt and have never left here since their birth.

Apart from the corpses everywhere and the resentful spirits in the sky, there was no intelligent creature. Even the holy fire that inherited knowledge from the undead was extinguished. These undead lacked the channels to obtain knowledge, so they didn't know anything.

Before Gris dug the tunnel, the crypt was sealed. These undead could not find a way to leave and could only stay here. Although the undead had no body, there was no limit to penetrate the matter. They could easily penetrate a wall, and they could not penetrate the soil layer hundreds of meters thick.

Moreover, these undead, who are as pure as white paper, probably did not have the consciousness to leave here. In their concept, the world is only as big as this crypt. If it weren't for Gris' appearance, they wouldn't have known that there were creatures like skeletons in the world.

From their description, Gris got the answer to the most concerned question. This crypt is closed, which means that there is no other channel connecting the outside world except the passage where Gris came down, so no one knows what it exists here.

It seems that as long as these dozens of undead are soothed, everything in this crypt will belong to him.

"What are your names?" Gris asked, almost figuring out the bottom of these undead, but he still didn't know the other party's name.

"Name?" "What is that?" "Should we have it?" The undead were in a mess again.

If you don’t even have a name, how do these undead usually distinguish each other?

The undead muttered for a while, and the undead led him asked Gris: "What's your name?"

"My name is Gris." Gris said.

"Then my name is Gris, too." "My name is Gris, too." "Everyone calls you together." The undead said one after another. They obviously didn't understand what the name was.

Gris suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness. He didn't feel this way when he forcibly imploding various names for Susanna. These undeads have higher intelligence than other undead creatures, but they are even more troublesome than the newly born small bone dragon.

"The name cannot be repeated, otherwise it will be messy." Gris had to explain carefully, and even gave some examples to finally make these undead give up the plan to choose the same name.

"You name us." The undead made this request after a whisper.

Gris thought for a while and nodded in agreement. He was not a person who could name a name, but if he really refused this request and let these undead get entangled on this issue, he would probably not know where it would be.

Although he is not good at naming, Gris has read many books. Even though these undead like his name so much, they all start with the word "ge".

"Your name is Gros." Gris said to the undead who was in charge.

Then "Geya", "Gede" and "Gela" lined up all the way. In the library of the laboratory, Gris once read a book called "Dictionary of the Basic Human Terms", which contains many commonly used bytes. Anyway, the word "Ge" is the first, and one of them is picked out and combined, and it becomes the names of these undead.

"Gro...Geya..." The undead led by the leader is now called Gro. He kept chanting his name with his hands, and then watching his companions chanting the other party's name, gradually realizing the meaning of the uniqueness of the name: "It turns out that this is how the name is used, and they will not be confused again in the future."

Suddenly, a wizard's eye flew across the air.

It was obviously the first time the undead had seen the Wizard's Eye, and their attention was focused on the translucent magic eyeball, and then a series of inquiries rang out.

"This is an elemental aggregate with detection ability formed by magic." Gris brought out the overview of the Wizard's Eye in the Magic Book.

It's over now. Because there are too many new names in this passage, the undead will have a lot of questions such as "What is magic", "What is wizard", "What is the element", etc.

Looking at a bunch of curious babies with extremely strong desire for knowledge, Gris felt helpless for the first time.

Pulson slowly leaned over from a distance with an inconspicuous expression on his face. After he ran away regardless of Gris' safety, he kept paying attention to his connection with Gris' soul level. If Gris was killed by the undead, it would be the best. The constraints of the vows that plague him would be terminated and he could regain his freedom.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no sign of the soul contact being terminated, which meant that Gris was still alive. Does Gris have the strong strength to fight a group of undeads alone? Or did the undead have a kind heart and forgive the outsiders who trespassed the forbidden land where they worshipped the holy fire?

The undead in the impression is not the kind of good gentleman who can reason with the skeleton. What happened? Pulson, who was puzzled, carefully released a wizard's eye, and then he saw incredibly that Gris had a happy conversation with the undead.

After a while, all the undead surrounded Pulson again. They curiously asked all kinds of new questions about this new species they had seen.

For more than a month, Gris stayed in the crypt with these undeads, patiently and in detail to enlighten and educate these undeads, and imparted them to these undead in detail from the birth and composition of undead creatures to the basic application of various magics.

After a month, the undead who understood the meaning of the word "teacher" both united Gris to be respected as a teacher. This title made Gris re-discover the feeling of teaching Little Jimmy in the academy. With the experience of Little Jimmy, it became a bit familiar to educate these undeads.

As for Pulson, after staying with these undead for less than a long time, he was extremely overwhelmed by their endless tricks and hid far away in a mess to refine his magic props.

"Teacher, why do we have no bodies, but you have one?" Gro, the head of the undead, asked in confusion.

If we were to talk about survival time, I am afraid that Gris, a long-lived skeleton who lived for twenty generations of lords, may not be able to compare with these undead. According to their description, the oldest corpses buried here were born before they were completely decayed. At that time, this crypt was dozens of times larger than now, but in a few violent vibrations, the space of the crypt became smaller and smaller.
Chapter completed!