BSI Chapter 94 Where is the village? Where is the village?
Chapter 94 Where is the village? Where is the village?
Chapter 94 Where is the village? Where is the village?
On Mo Fan's fist, crimson flames immediately surged and rolled...
Since these skeletons crawled out of the tomb, let's just punch the tomb to blast it apart!
"Old Mo, stop blasting it. Look around for yourself," Lu Jie said.
Mo Fan turned his head and was shocked to find that there were seven or eight more such tombs scattered across this area of muddy land, which spanned less than a few hundred square kilometers...
Hordes of skeletons gathered like soldiers, their eyes fixed on Mo Fan, the only one breathing, like stars in the sky. The sheer terror of the sight froze Mo Fan in place.
"Haha, actually this stuff is quite delicious." Mo Fan picked up a piece of gray garlic and took a big bite, his face showing a wide range of expressions.
"Mo Fan, I still prefer your arrogant and unruly demeanor from just now. Can you give me a reply?" Lu Jie patted Mo Fan on the shoulder with a smile on his face.
Mo Fan was speechless. "You old Lu, you not only won't help me, but you're also sabotaging me here."
The short man sneered, glancing at the hordes of skeletons around him, and said, "Let's leave here first. These skeletons are alright, but I'm afraid there might be some old ministers in the tomb who were extremely powerful mages in life and turned into undead generals after death. That would be deadly."
"Keep your distance from me when you talk," Mo Fan added.
The effects of this grey garlic are truly extraordinary. Even the dead will think you haven't rinsed your mouth when you exhale it, and those with obsessive-compulsive disorder will give way to you.
As they weaved through the hordes of undead, the woman in black silk spoke. Her voice was beautiful; if only it had a touch of emotion, it would have been even better. Perhaps it was this ethereal quality that made people's hearts itch with longing.
"Is it always like this here?" the woman in black stockings asked.
The short man was flattered by the question and hurriedly replied, "It wasn't like that before. Ever since the riots in the Sand River, this place has become filled with death energy. People in the industry say that a new era of the dead is coming... Perhaps. If the supreme ruler of this undead kingdom changes hands, that's the most likely scenario."
"The supreme ruler?" the woman immediately asked again.
"No one has ever seen it, but everyone knows it exists... Everyone calls it the 'Dead Emperor,' which is said to be the transformation of a Tang Dynasty monarch after his death," the short man boasted, showing off his cultural knowledge.
"How many years ago was your Tang Dynasty?" the woman continued to ask.
"Us?" The short man paused for a moment.
He then said, "More than a thousand years."
"The ruler of a thousand years..." the woman in black murmured to herself, but did not ask any further questions.
Seeing that the woman didn't ask any further questions, the short man continued, "That's right. Undead are things that depend on age. The older they are, the more terrifying they become. Nourished by a thousand years of death energy, who knows what kind of monstrous creatures they will give birth to."
"These ancient monarchs are really something, they've been dead for so many years, yet they still rule the underworld!" Mo Fan couldn't help but curse.
"Who says otherwise? Alright, let's keep going," the short man said.
Fine pebbles can always be seen everywhere in the Xianchi area. It is said that if they are nourished by death energy for a long time, they can become nourishment for the dead.
Along the way, the four newcomers actually discovered quite a few undead picking up some white fine sand that had absorbed the moonlight and death energy, as if panning for gold.
"Since there's such a good way to ward off evil, then the dead aren't as scary as we thought," said one of the black-stockinged woman's bearded followers.
"Grey garlic is harder to find than gold, and it can't be grown. It mostly grows in places teeming with the dead, feeding on human flesh. Only the people of the Dangerous Villages know how to harvest it, and the quantity is very limited each year. If my brother didn't have Dangerous Village blood, I wouldn't have been able to get this stuff for you," the short man said with a smile.
At this moment, the burly man also secretly glanced at the woman in black stockings. He probably had never seen such a hot woman in his life.
"Yangyang Village is just ahead. The night is still long, let's rest there for now," the short man said, pointing to the small hill ahead.
"The village has rules, and you'd better follow them if you want to go in," the burly man reminded everyone.
Everyone nodded without saying anything.
They reached the hillside without incident and looked down, hoping to see how a village could exist in this place ravaged by the dead. However, at the foot of the hill, between the mountain streams, and beneath the Qinling Mountains, all they saw was a pile of abandoned and messy logs. There was no village at all!
"Where's the village?" Mo Fan couldn't help but ask.
"This...this is impossible..." The short man was a little flustered. Yangyang Village was right below this hillside. Such a big village couldn't just vanish into thin air like that.
It's even less likely that they would be attacked by the undead. If the entire village were attacked by the undead, then the place would be filled with death, and the dead villagers would become corpses, or have parts of their bodies removed and attached to their own bodies by the undead.
"Are you kidding us?" The bearded man immediately looked at the short man with a hint of anger.
The short man's expression changed, and he turned his gaze to the muscular man.
The burly man's eyes were filled with astonishment, as if he couldn't believe it at all.
He started running wildly, frantically running down the hillside.
There wasn't even a corner of a thatched hut to be seen in that messy pile of wood, let alone a village.
The burly man acted as if he had gone mad, showing no regard for the several undead around him.
"Judging from the map, Yangyang Village does indeed exist here." Liu Ru looked down as she examined the surrounding terrain.
"Yes, yes, the map is correct, I didn't lie to you," the short man said hurriedly.
"What about the village?"
"I don't know either."
"Maybe they moved?"
Judging from the burly man's distraught expression, this place was indeed Yangyang Village.
But when they arrived, the village seemed to have vanished into thin air.
They walked down the hillside together and found obvious signs of burning, with charcoal scattered everywhere.
"So what do we do now?" asked another of the woman's attendants.
"We'll have to go to the next village first, if the next village is like this too..." the woman in black stockings said.
The short man nodded hurriedly; he meant the same thing.
After everyone made their decision, they set off for the next village, Huacun.
"It's still two days' journey to Huacun. I was planning to rest in Yangyang Village and replenish some garlic... but it looks like we'll run out of garlic on the way to Huacun," the short man said earnestly.
Clearly, the shortage of grey garlic is the most severe.
The short man had originally planned to return to the ancient capital so that the strong man could get some grey garlic from his clan, but the bearded man said, "Let's just break through. Why bother with all that trouble?"
"I think so too." Mo Fan nodded.
"We can't be reckless," Lu Jie shook his head and said. "Going back and forth like this does take time, but we'll use Gray Garlic when we encounter a large number of undead that we can't handle.
(End of this chapter)