Capítulo 767: Mountain-Conqueror Grass

From that day on, Dumby fell in love with performance art—this sentence was said secretly by Goldie.

Somehow, the news traveled to all the groups of familiars. Even the outsiders of the tribe had heard about it.

They could often see the king's skeletal familiar crouching down in the distance for some strange reason and observing living things that were about to die or take their last breath.

This behavior frightened them.

No one dared to say in Dumby's presence that they detested it, but they felt that Dumby would attract bad luck. Death accompanied it wherever it went.

It was like the harbinger of death, just like the Specter Crow.

As Dumby observed death, it also got on the right track in respect to the speed at which it understood Death precepts.

Essentially, its understanding of Death precepts would increase by 0.01 percent every day.

It would only need 99 days to hit one percent.