With the destruction of horse thieves and bandits, some remaining small tribes and wanderers were discovered by the undead.

The undead did not attack these poor guys, but gathered them together and found an abandoned village to take custody of them.

"The undead are so scary, will they kill us?" A dirty, skinny young wanderer cried out to an older wanderer next to him.

"..." The older wanderer looked at the closed door and shook his head silently. His eyes were numb, but he just held the younger wanderer's hand harder.

He comes from a remote wilderness area. More than ten years ago, he was very high-spirited and came to the central area with a group of adventurers.

This was once a holy place in their hearts, a paradise-like existence.

In his fantasy, this place is extremely beautiful, and he will break out of a world here and live a happy life.

But when they went through untold hardships, risked their lives, crossed the wasteland and came to this longed-for land, they found that it was harder to survive here than in the past.

As time went by, there were fewer and fewer adventurers around him. Some left, some died, some became slaves, and some couldn't bear this kind of life and re-entered the wasteland and death...

In the end, only he and his young children were left wandering in the wilderness.

With no one to protect them, they have to hide from everything and live cautiously.

Life has made the elderly wanderers numb, and the high spirits they once had have long since disappeared.

Is death scary?

Not scary.

The scary thing is to live. Only by living can you experience what life is worse than death.

He had wanted to understand his life countless times, but every time he saw the young wanderer, he endured it again.

Wait until she reaches adulthood.

When she becomes an adult, I will die.

This kind of life is too hard and I don't want to go on any longer.

The elderly wanderer has nothing to fear when caught by the undead.

He just looked at those skeletons numbly and followed those skeletons. What he thought in his mind was that it would be good if I became one of them.

At least I don't have to go hungry anymore.

"We will die, we will die..." A red-eyed rabbit man huddled aside, biting his fingers, and kept murmuring. His body was trembling, and cold sweat wetted his hair and stuck to his body.

The young wanderer turned his head and looked carefully, then quickly withdrew his gaze and hid behind the older wanderer.

The older homeless man protected her and silently moved to the corner, covering the younger homeless man with his body.

The atmosphere inside the house is extremely depressing. Except for the insensitive wanderers, there are also some vassal races that have not had time to migrate. They no longer belong to the rat people, but belong to the undead.

No one knows how the undead will treat them.

Will it kill them?

Will it turn them into undead?

No one knows the future.

The only thing I know is that they are still alive.

Time passed little by little, and the undead seemed to have forgotten them and locked them in the house.

The anxiety caused by fear makes people go crazy. Some people scream, some laugh wildly, some beg for mercy, and some keep whispering...

The inside of the house is like an alien version of a madhouse.

The older wanderer watched everything silently, his eyes still numb, without any change, but his body was still in front of the younger wanderer, without moving a step.

Fiery red light shines into the house, which is the light of the setting sun.

They have been detained for a day.

"Hungry..." the young wanderer said in a thin, mosquito-like voice.

The elderly wanderer did not respond or make any other movements. He was as silent as if he was dead.

Click, crunch...

The door suddenly made a heart-shaking noise, and the two wooden doors slowly opened from the outside.

Everyone's eyes immediately turned to the direction of the sound.

Skeletons holding weapons stood in two rows, and in the center were several heavy armored infantrymen wearing black heavy armor and holding long swords.

The leading black warrior glanced at the people crowded together in the house and said, "Get in line and come out."

He simply threw out two words.

The imprisoned man swallowed his saliva and looked at the people around him hesitantly, but no one moved first.

They don't know what the undead want to do. They don't want to die, so naturally they don't dare to move.

The Black Warrior took a step forward, and the people imprisoned inside were startled, and they all stepped back, leaning closer to each other.

"Get in line, come out." Black Warrior repeated again.

He was a little angry because these guys were ignorant, and his tone was not only low, but also filled with anger.

However, this anger turned into murderous intent when it reached the ears of the detainees.

Everyone was silent.

"..."

The older homeless man with numb eyes suddenly reached out to grab the young homeless man and pushed the person in front of him hard.

There was a commotion in the crowd. They subconsciously turned around to look, only to find an extremely dirty man pulling a skinny child and pushing forward with great effort.

The eyes of the prisoners ranged from anger to confusion, and from confusion to surprise.

They subconsciously made way for the dirty wanderer to pass.

The older homeless man did not look at the prisoner who made way for him. He pulled the younger homeless man out of the crowd and stood at the front.

The Black Warrior stared at the old wanderer and pointed outside, "Go over there."

The older wanderer looked down at the younger wanderer, took her slightly trembling hand, and walked in the direction pointed by the black warrior.

When he came outside, he looked up at the sky. The sun was setting, making the sky a fiery red.

It's like the afterglow of life.

The elderly wanderer withdrew his gaze and looked ahead numbly. He saw a large group of skeletons and many heavy armored infantry wearing black armor.

He knew what he was going to do, and pulled the young wanderer towards the heavy armored infantry.

Are we going to be executed?

Then die.

Although I want to protect her until adulthood, death may not be a bad thing, at least I won't have to suffer anymore.

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The older wanderer thought to himself as he pulled the younger wanderer to the heavy armored infantry.

The black warrior turned around and took a stone slab from the skeletal undead behind him, and handed it to the elderly wanderer.

The elderly wanderer looked directly at the Black Warrior, and then looked down at the slate in his hand.

This is...food?!

A sweet smell penetrated into his nose, making his numb eyes become a little more alert.

Ah, it's food. Although it doesn't look good, all kinds of messy things are mixed together and it looks slimy, like vomit, but it is indeed food, and it is still cooked food!

For homeless people, food is extremely precious.

In the wild, it is not easy to get food.

They don't dare to hunt at will, as it will get them hurt.

Without even a safe place to live, let alone medical care, injuries can easily lead to death.

The food for homeless people is mostly wild vegetables and grass roots. If you are lucky, you can pick some wild fruits, which will improve your food.

But the food on the stone slab in front of him not only included wild vegetables, wild fruits, berries, but also rice, millet seeds and other things that could fill his stomach. He even saw shredded meat!

He swallowed hard and felt a hand tugging his hand hard.

The young wanderer could barely control his drooling.

She was already hungry, but with food right in front of her, she couldn't bear it.

The elderly wanderer felt the little hand, no longer hesitated, and reached out to grab the food.

Got it empty.

The Black Warrior moved the slate down so that he wouldn't touch the food. He watched the wanderer take back his hand sadly, and then handed the slate to him, "Take the slate."

The wanderer was stunned, then reached out and grabbed the slate handed over by the black warrior.

"Mine?" The wanderer hadn't drank water for a long time, and his voice was hoarse and dry.
To be continued...