“What is this attribute panel? This is a freaking necromancer?”

Shen Jianshu blurted out, spitting wildly in his excitement.

Anyone familiar with him would be utterly astonished to see this.

In their minds, this old professor who cultivated necromancy was a stern, usually very composed, and unflappable person.

His current state showed just how much impact Qiao Yu's attribute panel had on him.

Shen Jianshu's chest heaved with excitement. He quickly pulled out an oxygen tank and covered his mouth and nose.

After taking several deep breaths, Shen Jianshu finally calmed down a bit.

He'd been more surprised today than in most of his life.

Shen Jianshu realized that being this kid's teacher was bad for the heart and could easily lead to an early death…

“You, summon a skeleton soldier!” Shen Jianshu said.

“Oh…” Qiao Yu obediently complied, and a somewhat dull-looking skeleton soldier rose from the ground.

“As a necromancer, the most important thing is to be able to control your undead creatures as if they were your own limbs!” Shen Jianshu said as he took out a bundle of scrolls from his storage space.

Then, Shen Jianshu unrolled the scrolls, revealing a painting inside!

The whole painting depicted a grand scene, with extremely rich content, including city walls, bridges, houses, and groves, as well as various creatures like horses, cattle, donkeys, and camels, and inhabitants, travelers, and vehicles of all kinds.

“This is a replica of the famous ancient painting *Along the River During the Qingming Festival*,” Shen Jianshu said, then took out a tool kit and handed it to Qiao Yu.

Qiao Yu took it and opened it, finding tools such as needles, thread, cloth, patterns, and scissors.

“Professor Shen, what is this for?” Qiao Yu asked, puzzled.

“Simple, I want you to do cross-stitch and embroider this *Along the River During the Qingming Festival*,” Shen Jianshu nodded slightly.

“Cross-stitch? Me?” Qiao Yu's eyes widened.

“Not you, it.” Shen Jianshu pointed to the skeleton soldier that Qiao Yu had summoned.

The ghostly blue flames in the skeleton soldier's empty eye sockets flickered, as if in shock.

I’m a skeleton, and even in death, they want me to embroider cross-stitch? Give me a break!

“Undead creatures are not just cannon fodder. The same undead creature can unleash vastly different powers when controlled by different necromancers!”

“When you can control an undead creature to complete delicate work like cross-stitch, it proves that you have just scratched the surface of controlling the undead.”

“Cheer up, young man. The bone dragon will be here to keep you company. When you finish the cross-stitch, I'll let you go out for some fresh air.”

After Shen Jianshu finished speaking, he opened a black hole.

“Wait a minute, Professor Shen, what place is this?” Qiao Yu looked around, and the surroundings were pitch black and empty.

“This is my undead space. The undead creatures summoned or controlled by a necromancer can be stored in the undead space. After the special training is over, I will teach you how to open up your own undead space. Bye-bye.”

Shen Jianshu crawled out of the black hole, leaving Qiao Yu alone in the undead space.

Oh no, there was also the bone dragon above and a pitiful skeleton soldier.

“What do I do now!”

Looking at the needlework in front of him, Qiao Yu felt a headache.

His physical condition never allowed him to do needlework.

Given the complexity of *Along the River During the Qingming Festival*, even if he embroidered it himself, he probably wouldn't be able to, let alone control a skeleton.

Suddenly, Qiao Yu's eyes lit up.

“Xiaoji! Quickly ask that scholar ghost, can he embroider?”

“Sir… I am slightly familiar with the four arts, the Four Books and Five Classics, but embroidery is only learned by women in ancient times…” the scholar ghost’s weak voice sounded.

Qiao Yu was silent for a while, then slowly asked.

“Xiaoji, what about you? Can you embroider?”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Mechanical Empress drilled out of Qiao Yu's body.

With a wave of her hand, the bone dragon's eyes were instantly covered, but the bone dragon didn't feel anything.

“I will embroider you, do you want to try?” As soon as she finished speaking, the Mechanical Empress's right hand turned into a huge electric drill.

“Forget it… By the way, why did you suddenly come out?” Qiao Yu asked.

“This space is very peculiar. It can shield all external perception, so of course I want to come out for some fresh air.”

The Mechanical Empress stretched, revealing her graceful curves.

“Don't worry, you do your thing, don't mind me. I will automatically disappear when that old man comes back.”

“Sigh.” Qiao Yu sighed.

It seemed that he still had to rely on himself. Then, Qiao Yu's eyes became firm.

His personality was inherently stubborn, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to spend most of a month forgetting to eat and sleep to study the drafts left by his parents.

No sooner said than done, but Qiao Yu was stuck on the first step.

Because he found that it was not easy to control the skeleton soldier to stretch out two fingers to pinch the thin embroidery needle.

Qiao Yu rarely fought as a necromancer. Even when he summoned skeleton soldiers before, he just let them rush forward in a swarm. He had never done such delicate control.

After working hard for most of the day, Qiao Yu finally managed to get those two bony fingers to pinch a slender embroidery needle.

Then came the second problem, threading the needle…

Under Qiao Yu's control, the skeleton soldier held the embroidery needle in its left hand and the thread in its right hand, but it couldn't thread it no matter what.

With the help of the Ghost Eye, he could clearly lock onto the eye of the needle, but no matter how he threaded it, the thread was always crooked.

“Sir, you can't do it like this.”

The scholar ghost's words echoed in Qiao Yu's heart.

“I saw my wife doing needlework before I died. When she couldn't thread the needle, it was because the thread was too soft. You have to lick it, straighten the thread, and then you can thread it.”

“Is that so?”

Qiao Yu scratched his head and looked at the skeleton soldier's clean and tidy 28 big white teeth.

It was impossible for the skeleton soldier to lick the thread straight. Could it be that he had to do it himself?

Suddenly, Qiao Yu had a bold idea.

“Xiaoji! Come here for a moment! I'll show you something good!”

The Mechanical Empress walked over, half believing and half doubting.

Five minutes later, Qiao Yu had a dark bruise around his eye, but his face was full of surprise.

With the help of the Mechanical Empress, he finally succeeded in threading the needle!

“Alright, I can finally start embroidering!”

Qiao Yu took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, then looked at *Along the River During the Qingming Festival*, and said with confidence.

“Let's begin! Skeleton soldier, let's go!”

Under Qiao Yu's control, the skeleton soldier's moves were fast, accurate, and ruthless.

It held the embroidery needle, aimed at the target, and stabbed forward!

Shua!

The skeleton soldier's entire hand pierced through the cross-stitch canvas, leaving a big hole in the canvas.

Qiao Yu: “……”