"Shh, listen!" The short man's expression suddenly changed.
Everyone fell silent, only to see some soil mixed with white sand trembling slightly under their feet, and there was a faint rustling sound coming from the ground...
"Eat the gray garlic quickly!" The short man swallowed his saliva and warned with a solemn expression.
Ashaxinya and her two attendants did not hesitate and ate the indescribable taste of gray garlic in one bite.
At this moment, a white bone claw rose from the ground in front of them. The bone claw dug deeply into the soil, supporting the others to climb out of the ground.
Not long after, a rotting corpse covered with white maggots poked out, with empty eyes and a drooped chin...
Perhaps because everyone ate the gray garlic in time, there were not many undead creatures crawling out of the ground in this area. They were wandering around unconsciously, trying to find the fleeting breath of living people.
Among them, an undead creature coincidentally walked toward Asha Xinya. In an instant, her two followers, Tong Kong Wei Ning, were about to deal with it, but Asha Xinya raised her hand to stop it.
Sure enough, when the half-corpse and half-skeleton undead creature approached a certain distance, it changed its direction of walking and gradually moved away.
"Let's get out of here quickly. This is probably the cemetery of an ancient minister. If there are only ordinary skeletons, it would be fine. We can handle it. But if the ancient minister buried in the tomb was a powerful mage during his lifetime, after his death
If we turn into high-level undead, we will be left hanging."
The short man looked at the seven or eight small raised stone tombs around him and urged in a somewhat anxious tone.
As she shuttled among the wandering undead, Asha Xinya seemed to have noticed something unusual, and she rarely spoke. Her voice was as ethereal as the gurgling of a clear spring. There was no trace of emotion in her tone, giving people an ethereal feeling that could not eat the fireworks of this world.
"Is the aura of death always so strong here?"
Hearing Asha Xinya's inquiry, the short man looked flattered and quickly replied: "It was not like this before. Ever since Shawang River fell into riots for some reason, the death atmosphere here has become many times stronger than before.
There are rumors in the industry that a new undead is coming. If the supreme ruler of the undead empire changes hands, this situation may indeed occur."
"Supreme ruler?" Ashaxinya said softly.
"No one has seen its true face, but everyone knows that it exists... Everyone calls it the king. It is said that it was the emperor of the Tang Dynasty after his death." The short man showed off his cultural knowledge and wanted to be a king.
Express yourself in front of Asha Xinya.
"How long has it been since your Tang Dynasty?" Asha Xinya continued to ask.
"We?" The short man was stunned for a moment, and then quickly realized, "About a thousand years!"
"The Millennium King..." Asha Xinya murmured softly.
He is not the supreme ruler, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, or the thousand-year-old king. He is the ruler who created this undead empire and is about to resurrect. It is the return of the leader of the undead empire who has been sleeping for more than two thousand years. "The king is coming."
"World".
Qin Shaoqing was listening to the conversation between the two, his thoughts gradually wandering. He naturally knew the cause of the riots in the Shawang River. Unfortunately, due to the Star Language Sky Tree, he went to the Suzaku Ruins first and used the power of the template for this purpose.
, and by the time he walked out of the Suzaku ruins, Sha Yuan had already escaped.
Although Asha Xinya did not ask any questions, the short man was still talking there: "The older the undead, the more terrifying they are. God knows how many thousand years of death energy can be cultivated..."
As he spoke, the short man found that his topic did not arouse Asha Xinya's interest at all, so his voice gradually became quieter, and the atmosphere in the team once again fell into silence, with only the occasional low roar echoing from all around.
…
Along the way, the undead they encountered did not attack them. The effect of gray garlic was indeed good.
"Now that we have such a good way to ward off evil, those undead creatures don't seem to be as scary as we imagined?" said a bearded follower of Ashaxinya.
The short man smiled and patted the strong man on the shoulder:
"Gray garlic is rarer than gold. It cannot be cultivated artificially. Most of it grows in places where the undead gather and feeds on dead bodies. Only people in the dangerous villages know how to collect it, and the annual output is limited. If it weren't for my brother who has
How can I get such a good thing for you with the blood of half of the villagers in danger!"
After receiving the compliment, the strong man smiled honestly and glanced at Asha Xinya.
"We will reach Yangyang Village just ahead. The night is still very long. Let's go to the village to take a short rest." The short man pointed to the front and said.
"The village has its own rules. If you want to enter the village, you must abide by them." The strong man reminded.
Everyone readily agreed.
However, when they came to the hillside and looked down, they saw no dangerous villages, only a pile of wood.
"Are you kidding us?" The bearded attendant said with a hint of anger.
"I...I don't know what's going on." The short man stammered, looking at the strong man.
The strong man was stunned for a moment, and then ran down the slope like crazy, ignoring the few wandering undead around him.
"The location of Yangyang Village on the map is right here!" The short man took out the map and showed that he was not lying.
“Where did the village go??”
"I don't know either, unless..."
The short man did not continue, but everyone knew what he wanted to say.
After a moment of silence, the group of people walked down the slope. When they got closer, they discovered that there were obvious signs of burning in this place. Burnt charcoal was all over the ground, and a layer of black mist was blown up by the gentle breeze.
"There are no bodies, there are signs of burning, and we don't know what happened here." The bearded follower said to Asha Xinya.
"Then what should we do now?" another attendant asked.
"We can only go to the next village. If the next village is still like this..." Asha Xinya said.
The short man agreed, as for Qin Shaoqing, of course he would not have any objections. With his current strength, he can be regarded as top-notch on the frontal battlefield of the catastrophe in the ancient capital in the original novel. Walking in a place like this now is simply like eating after a meal.
Walking makes no difference.
The short man comforted the strong man for a few words, and he was still reasonable. After calming down, he continued to guide everyone.
However, the short man then told everyone the bad news. It was two days' journey to Lihua Village, and the gray garlic in his hand could not support them through the entire journey.
"This is such a waste of time. You can just lead the way." The bearded follower said.
"Don't be reckless." Asha Xinya glanced at the short man and gave a solution, "...Don't rush to use gray garlic in the middle of the night. Eat it when you encounter a group of undead that you can't deal with."