The edge of the forest continued to slide down the cave wall. At first, there was a faint purple fluorescence around it, and then only darkness remained. It became more and more viscous, like some kind of gelatinous substance, full of ominous atmosphere.
In the process of falling, Lin Yuan could feel the sucking power coming from the darkness, and at the same time, there were many small tentacle-like mental branches entwining around him, trying to affect his spirit.
Of course, these actions will mean nothing to the future.
"The depth reaches 1,900 meters underground. The spiritual tentacles here are all over the soil and are more developed than the root systems of plants."
"The place I want to go to is deeper, the underground kingdom belonging to the Black Death Immortal."
"But I can't act too hastily. Scaring it away would not be in line with the purpose of my coming here."
Lin Yuan's thoughts were ups and downs, and with a thought in his mind, his body was like a phantom, passing through many spiritual tentacles silently, and falling deeper into the ground at an accelerated speed.
After falling for another half an hour, passing through a distance of hundreds of thousands of meters, the darkness swayed, and light and fresh wind appeared one after another. Lin Yuan looked around and found that he had escaped from the tube hole and was standing above the extremely vast underground space.
The bright and dark minerals on the walls of the dome serve as false stars, and the sun and moon formed by clusters of spiritual tentacles move in the clouds and mist.
On the ground below the clouds and mist, villages of various sizes are distributed in a radial pattern. The most eye-catching one is the huge and majestic stone city in the center, with hundreds of tall spire-style buildings standing inside.
"Just go there first."
Lin Yuan quickly selected the target and quickly landed towards Shicheng.
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In the stone city, the doors of each house were open, and the streets were crowded with people. People wore robes and held dark yellow scriptures, with numb and pale expressions.
"The Lord is above, who bless us and forgive us."
"It gives wisdom to the world so that we can cling to the divine and stay away from ignorance."
"Holy, holy, lost souls, sing together, the honey is here, the pain will disappear, for this is the utopia, its country..."
People were chanting loudly, raising their right hands holding the scriptures high and their left hands stroking their right breasts.
Lin Yuan's eyebrows trembled slightly, and he saw through the superficial illusion. There were no devout priests anywhere, they were just a group of corpses reciting scriptures.
The ones dragging their upper bodies on the ground, with their hearts hanging out of their chests next to their ribs... were all soldiers from the fortress. Their bodies sank into the earth, and it turned out they were all here.
What these people held in their hands were not serious scriptures, but small white beetles with red eyes.
On the street, the forest edge that was incompatible with the surroundings quickly attracted the attention of these people. They mechanically turned their heads and looked at this silent man who disrespected the Lord with their dead eyes.
"Hold your breath and don't listen to them singing hymns. If you don't want to die, come with me."
At the dark corner of the street, a hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed Lin Yuan's clothes. Lin Yuan's expression moved slightly, and he was pulled over.
"you……"
"Shh~"
The young man made a silent gesture to Lin Yuan, put a pair of corks into Lin Yuan's hands, and motioned to put them on.
Lin Yuan held his palm close to his eyes. The cork seemed to be composed of two parts, the first half was dense and the back half was soft and porous.
He put the cork in his ear, and the world suddenly became extremely quiet, and the singing in the air could no longer be heard.
"Those people are all corpses and have died long ago. It's just that this place already belongs to the realm of the Black Death Immortal. The power of the Black Death Immortal is everywhere, corroding them. If you listen to their singing too much, you will unknowingly
You can't find yourself again if you join it. Some of my companions just left and never came back."
The young man's sad voice came from the cork. As if aware of Lin Yuan's doubts, the young man pointed to the cork in his ear and said:
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"This is Kira's work in the camp. Within a certain distance, the cork can vibrate and convert our spiritual thoughts into sounds and transmit them there."
"Never communicate directly! Although I don't want to admit it, here, the Black Death Immortal does look a bit like the Lord in these people's mouths. If we infiltrators are discovered by it, we will be doomed!"
"Oh? Listen to what you say, there are quite a few infiltrators like us?" Lin Yuan held the cork with his fingers and didn't move his mouth. There was already a sound in the ears of the young man opposite.
"You learn so fast." The young man was a little surprised when he saw Lin Yuan quickly mastered the use of corks. "Yes, there should be no less than three digits of infiltrators. Many people are aware of the unusual things underground.
The female insect is probably just a cover, we still don’t know what the Black Death Immortal is going to do.”
Lin Yuan nodded. The battle on the ground was very fierce, but as long as you calm down, it is easy to discover the mystery below.
But it really takes extraordinary courage to choose to take the initiative.
"Oops, they're coming. Let's move first. There's a small door here. Follow us quickly!"
Footsteps were approaching outside the alley. The young man turned pale and quickly moved the wood on the wall, revealing a small iron door.
The two of them immediately got in, and not long after the young man covered the entrance again, the crowd poured into the alley.
The red priest walking at the front twitched his nose, then opened his arms and turned to face the crowd:
"No need to chase."
"Those evil people have long been punished. The Lord lets them go away and does not let us find them. He lets them continue to walk in hell so that they know that redemption is not easy to come by."
The excited crowd calmed down, pressed their chests with their left hand, held up the scriptures with their right hand, and chanted in unison with sincerity and thanksgiving:
"O merciful Lord, everything is under your sight."
"Holy, holy!"
The priest nodded with satisfaction, glanced at the wood in the corner and walked out of the street first.
Behind the iron gate was a winding loess passage. Lin Yuan followed the young man and chatted along the way to understand the general situation here.
The young man's name is Xu Pingan, and he has been underground for more than two weeks. He wants to take Lin Yuan to the camp where he lives, which is also the largest camp for infiltrators here - the Tomb of the Living Dead.
"We'll enter the camp later. Brother Lin, don't speak for now. Just leave it to me. The boss in the camp has a bit of a weird temper."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In front of the gate at the end of the passage, Xu Pingan stopped and warned Lin Yuan behind him again and again.
"I know, brother Xu, don't worry." Lin Yuan responded.
Xu Pingan nodded and reached out to twist the door handle on the wall, but it failed to open.
"Maybe it's rusty." He said sheepishly, and then used more force, but the door still didn't open.
"It's not rust, the door is locked behind." Lin Yuan stepped forward and said firmly.
"What's the place behind the door?" Lin Yuan asked next.
"It's the warehouse in the backyard of the City Lord's Mansion, and it's also the main place where we gather. It's strange, this place is never locked." Xu Ping'an replied.
"It's intentional, it should be because of me. Let me do it, you stay back." Lin Yuan twisted his wrist.
"Brother Lin, what are you going to do?" Xu Ping'an backed away nervously.
"Haha, of course I want to give them something nice to look at."
Lin Yuan approached the door, raised his foot and kicked the door handle hard.
Peng!
The parts exploded in all directions, and the entire door flew out together with the two people behind it.
"Presumptuous! Xu Ping'an, is this the new member you brought to the camp? Look at his arrogant look, he is even laughing. Such a person still wants to be protected by the camp?"
The burly man patted the armrest of the seat with his big hand and walked towards Lin Yuan with a height of 2.2 meters, looking down at Lin Yuan and the two of them.
"Boss, boss, Brother Lin didn't mean it, it's just that the door couldn't be opened just now..."
"Stop talking! Our camp will never accept people like this!" the man scolded, interrupting Xu Pingan's words.
The people watching around also shrank their necks in fear and did not dare to say a word.
"Boss, I saw Cardinal Shute in Nancheng District. If we don't take Brother Lin in, he will definitely be caught. They are all infiltrators, and their power is precious. Moreover, we haven't found the Black Death Immortal's conspiracy yet."
Xu Pingan bravely said.
The man calmed down a little and said, "Shute is here too. It seems like there will be big moves in the future. Okay, as long as he drinks this bowl of wine, the Tomb of the Living Dead will accept him as a member."
"Thank you, boss, thank you, boss!"
Xu Pingan excitedly took the wine from the man's hand and brought it to Lin Yuan.
"Brother Lin, drink it quickly! After drinking it, you will become a part of the camp. With the shelter of the camp, Shute can't do anything to you!"
Lin Yuan took the wine bowl and shook it slightly, but did not drink immediately.
He glanced at the people around him, and saw small white beetles with red eyes poking out from their nostrils and ears. One even crawled out of the drink in his hand.
Their bright red eyes looked at Lin Yuan at the same time, as if asking him why he didn't drink faster.
"Compared to the one in the bowl, I'd better choose this one." Lin Yuan let go of his hand and let the wine bowl shatter on the ground.
Just when the camp boss was about to get angry, Lin Yuan raised his fist and punched his lower body, and then calmly pinched an extra large beetle from his forehead.
The little beetle still wanted to struggle, but Lin Yuan slapped it twice. Suddenly, the little beetle became obedient and lay on Lin Yuan's shoulders.
Xu Pingan and the people nearby shook their bodies, and their faces regained consciousness.
"Eh? Boss, have you seen where Brother Lin went? He was there just now." Xu Pingan looked around, confused.
"Stop looking, he's right here. He suddenly fell ill and died just now. You guys carry him down and bury him properly." Lin Yuan pointed to the half-body body on the ground and spoke in a natural tone.
The eyes of the beetle on his shoulder flashed red, and Xu Pingan and others suddenly realized.
With regret and sadness, Xu Pingan and others carried the body out of the backyard warehouse.
Lin Yuan looked at the remaining people in the warehouse, and then at the bug on his shoulder, with a look of interest in his eyes.
Apparently, this underground kingdom is a kingdom of the dead and bugs.
There may be infiltrators, but most of them are already the living dead.
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Please remember the domain name of this book:.The Moral Record of the Mortician