At night, Nan Wukong sat by the bonfire and meditated.
He was the only one keeping vigil today. Because he was mentally strong and had no problem staying awake, plus he was full of magic power, he let the guards rest.
Nan Wukong's mental detection range is enough to predict danger, but when he is mentally detecting, he becomes more and more sensitive to the surrounding environment.
"What's going on? It feels like it's getting more and more gloomy..."
Nan Wukong opened his eyes and looked around with a frown.
"Is it windy?"
That's not right either, I can't feel the direction of the wind.
The words of the uncle of the bodyguard before the beginning of the Demonic Moon were recalled in my mind.
"Is there really a ghost?"
I was really afraid that something might happen. Suddenly, a faint blue will-o'-the-wisp burned outside the camp! The blue will-o'-the-wisp appeared in the range of spiritual detection and frightened Nan Wukong.
Generally speaking, will-o'-the-wisps are caused by the fact that human bones contain phosphorus. When phosphorus interacts with water or alkali, phosphorus oxide is produced. Through the stored heat, it burns when it reaches the burning point, forming a will-o'-the-wisp.
However, this ruined city obviously does not have a large number of tombs, so there should not be such a large number of will-o'-the-wisps.
Then there's obviously something wrong with these will-o'-the-wisps.
Could it be some kind of monster?
Nan Wukong looked out through a hole, and saw the blue will-o'-the-wisps slowly approaching.
Nan Wukong opened the wooden door and walked out, shouting very imposingly: "Who dares to cause trouble here!"
The will-o'-the-wisps stopped and slowly gathered around. After all the will-o'-the-wisps gathered around them, they suddenly glowed brightly.
The will-o'-the-wisps turned into pale ghosts, with various appearances, or in other words, various ways of death.
Some of the bodies were badly damaged, some were hanged ghosts with their long tongues hanging out, and some had no heads on their necks but held their heads in their hands...
There are all kinds of ghosts, which are very scary.
Judging from their clothing, they should be from the same era, no different from what the people in Qingpu wear. They died not long ago.
Speaking of which, ghosts actually wear clothes.
"Undead!" Nan Wukong summoned Flame Fang. It should be ineffective against undead-like physical attacks, so magic should be very useful.
According to the settings of other worlds, the dead have a completely hostile attitude towards the living. The undead, who cannot go to hell and enjoy life, seem to have nothing to do except hate the living because they can enjoy this world.
The undead approached Nan Wukong, "Without reason? If you can't speak, then it's no different from a World of Warcraft."
Nan Wukong was about to release magic when he heard Mulun shouting: "Lord, stop!"
"Huh?" Nan Wukong looked at Mulun doubtfully and opened the ice armor at the same time.
The undead passed through Nan Wukong's body, passed through the wall, and fled outside the city, as if there was something chasing them behind them.
"They just repeat what they did before they died and will not cause harm to the living." Mulun said.
"Then they...are they hiding from the monsters? They gather and run away when the city is broken?" Nan Wukong watched the undead scurry away with their heads in their hands.
That was what they looked like at the moment of death. Maybe they were really running away and preparing to escape to other cities.
"Their unwillingness or obsession will turn into this appearance during the Demonic Moon and keep repeating it."
"Do you want to live?"
Nan Wukong sighed and put away his flame fangs. He thought these undead souls would do any harm. After all, they were all a bunch of pitiful people.
Watching a group of undead escape, come back to die, and then run away again and again and again, until dawn, they disappear.
This magical moon can really make the dead appear.
Uncle, you will never deceive me! (To be continued)