There are always some fine gravels everywhere in the Xianchi area. It is said that if they are nourished by the death energy for a long time, they can become nutrients for the undead.
Along the way, Mo Fan actually discovered that many undead souls were picking up some white sand that had absorbed the energy of the moonlight and the dead lake, like a big wave of gold mining.
This group of undead is some distance away from the outer city wall. They are just wandering around, aimlessly looking for something useful to their bodies, whether it is those thin sand bones or discarded remains bitten by wild dogs...
"Since there is such a good way to ward off evil spirits, then the undead are not as scary as imagined?" said one of the bearded followers of the woman in black stockings.
"Gray garlic is harder to find than gold and cannot be grown. They mostly grow in places where the undead are piled up and rely on the flesh of the dead as nutrients. Only people in dangerous villages know how to pick it, and the quantity is very limited every year. If not My brother, who is half a Danger Villager, can't get you such a thing." The short man said with a smile.
At this time, the man who was not a strong man smiled honestly and secretly glanced at the woman in black stockings. He probably had never seen such an exciting woman in his life.
"Not far ahead is Yangyang Village. The night is still long. Let's take a break there." The short man pointed to the foot of the hillside in front and said.
"The village has rules. If you want to go in, you'd better abide by them." The strong man reminded everyone.
Everyone nodded and said there was no problem.
They arrived at the hillside smoothly and went down the hillside. They were just trying to see how a human village could survive safely in the land of the dead. However, under the hillside, between the mountains and streams, and under the Qinling Mountains, they saw It's just a pile of abandoned and messy wood. There's no village there!
Looking in the other direction, I saw a piece of black soil with nothing but a few pits and pits!
"Are you kidding us?" The bearded man immediately said with a bit of anger.
"I...I don't know what's going on." The short man's face changed, and his eyes turned to the strong man.
The strong man's eyes were filled with astonishment, as if he couldn't believe it at all.
He started running. Ran crazily down the slope.
There was not even a hut to be seen in that messy wooded land, let alone a village!
But the strong man was like crazy. Even though there were still a few undead walking around there, he looked unconcerned.
"This map shows that Yangyang Village is indeed at this location..." Liu Ru lowered her head to check 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."
"unless……"
It can be seen from the dejected look of the strong man that that is where Yangyang Village is indeed.
However, an entire village suddenly disappeared.
If there is a wooden pile fence. There are ruins of houses and some scattered objects, which can prove the existence of the village, but there are only some scattered pieces of wood, and the rest is black soil, and there is nothing left.
"Is it possible that Weiju Village was not able to escape the undead riot?" Liu Ru asked.
"Maybe, maybe the new undead ruler doesn't give these indigenous residents much face..."
Everyone walked down the hillside together and found that this area that was originally a village had obvious signs of burning, and there were piles of charcoal everywhere. As soon as the wind blew, a layer of dirty fog filled the air.
"I didn't see many corpses. There were signs of being burned. I don't know what happened." The bearded man said to the woman in black stockings.
"Even if something happens, we can't see the body." Mo Fan pointed at the undead wandering around.
If the villagers die, they will most likely become undead. Burnt ashes are everywhere here, and even if there is blood, you can't see it at all.
"Then what should we do now?" Another follower of the woman in black stockings said.
"I have no choice but to go to the next village. If the next village is like this..." the woman in black stockings said.
The short man nodded hurriedly, he also meant the same thing.
What else could Mo Fan and Liu Ru say, so naturally they could only agree.
"Let's go. Let's go. You can't find anything here. They may have migrated. Don't be so pessimistic." The short man said to his partner the strong man.
Strong men are also sensible. Finding that there were no signs of large numbers of deaths, he began to lead everyone to the next village, Huacun.
"It's two days' journey from Huacun. Originally, I calculated that I could save some gray garlic by spending the second half of the night here in Yangyang Village... Now it seems that we will run out of gray garlic halfway to Huacun. ." The short man said to everyone with a serious look.
obviously. The shortage of gray garlic is the most serious problem.
The short man proposed to return to the ancient capital first and wait for the strong man to get some of these things from his own clan before coming over. The strong man said that it would take him several months to get these gray garlic...
"Just go ahead and go back. It would be a waste of time to go back. Just lead the way." The bearded follower said.
Mo Fan and Liu Ru also meant the same thing. If this continues, God knows what will happen.
"Don't be reckless." The woman with black stockings spoke at this time. She glanced at the short man and said in a soft voice, "Along the way, I found that not all areas are full of undead. We should not use gray garlic for the rest of the night. , and then eat it when there are too many undead to deal with."
"This is a good idea." The short man nodded in agreement.
Mo Fan also nodded and sighed secretly in his heart: It's rare to see someone with big breasts and a brain.
…
According to what the woman in black stockings said, everyone didn’t use gray garlic all the time in the middle of the night...
After about three or four miles away from Yangyang Village, everyone could clearly feel that the eyes of the undead around them became less friendly.
The undead in this area are wandering around at will, in twos and threes, and they are all the rotting corpses of slaves. Apart from looking cold, there is nothing special about them.
"They are coming." The short man reminded everyone.
A carrion that was grinding its teeth on a rock seemed to smell the scent of human flesh. It turned its head around with a creaking sound, and its green pupils locked on the woman in black stockings who was closest to it.
There was no emotion in the eyes of the woman with black stockings, and she was not even as panicked and disgusted with this disgusting thing as usual women.
Her bearded follower has taken an extra step to the side, and under his feet there is an ice-colored star map condensing like frost leaves...
"Ice lock!"
He raised his beard with his hand, and the ice crystals instantly transformed into a thick steel-like chain.
The chains flew straight towards the rotten corpse that tried to attack the woman in black stockings, and tied it up in an instant.
"Bone grinding!"
The bearded follower shook his hand violently, and the ice lock suddenly tightened tightly!
(I caught a cold wind today and slept hard all day... I just got up and started typing now. Uncle Luan will try his best to send today's update. If not, I'll see you in my dreams.) (To be continued.)
