The ghost passed by Shenchang Lin. Every time a ghost passes by, the figure of the Graveyard Lord will appear dim for a while because it is illuminated. Now he shrugged his shoulders, which were connected to his stomach—five or six ragged fascias tightened. For a conspirator whose conspiracy had just been exposed, he seemed quite calm.
"Ah... to tell you the truth..."
If he doesn't admit it, nothing will happen. Nese knew it. The logic he relied on was actually quite weak, and they were all minutiae that had just been discovered - the graveyard lord's deliberate extension of the topic, the gaps that should not exist in his knowledge, his identity, and Zhanint's reminder. These things cannot give him more than half certainty——
Then he heard Shenchang Lin admit.
Then this guy said:
"Yes. I am a member of the killer organization. I will not persuade you to join. Because you have already joined us."
More ghosts pass by. More zombies pass by. Yiyiyeah. Nese put a hand between her eyebrows and looked at them sideways. When he was wandering here just now, he didn't see so many ghosts, zombies and undead. They seemed to suddenly emerge from the cracks in the rocks in the ground, from the bubbles released by the decomposition of humus under the soil.
Heavily.
It was as if they were all in the wrong room at once.
It's like he was the one who took the wrong path.
Nesse remembered that Yi Chaint had talked about the concept of "domain". At this moment, it was as if he had just entered a realm that could only be reached by death.
"That line - you drew it." Nese said, feeling that his voice was unusually light, and his body was also unusually light, or maybe the density of the air was different. "You transformed me? You brought me into the realm of death..."
"I only let you see us all. I give you the eyes of the necropolis, my guest. The more you know, the better you can make the right judgment. I believe that choosing us is the right judgment, so I don't mind Let you know something ahead of time. Don't worry. You're not changed - not that much."
Stretch out your intestines and shake your fat head. During the entire process of being exposed, for a towering pile of excrement, he acted quite calm and gentle, and even had a strange charm. At this moment, he seemed to be fine again, turning his head and sliding forward along the pipe.
His actions and words create an atmosphere of peace. Nese followed the Graveyard Lord forward. really weird. The little move he had made mercilessly attacked him just now, and it was like exposing everything under his dirty skirt. But the intensity of the confrontation did not rise, but fell.
The most amazing thing is that Shenchang·Ling tells the truth. Distinguishing the truth in words is a beginner's course, and Nese thinks he is unlikely to make a mistake on this point. The graveyard lord's thick line seems to do exactly what he says it does.
Lie more and avoid questions cleverly. Don't accidentally fall into the trap.
It was a classic idea from the devil, and he wanted to listen. He could stay a little longer and gather more information, that's what he came for. What the undead don't know is that he won't betray Ichaint, and this is where he can disguise himself.
they do not know. But he didn't know if he could do it. Especially the disguise part.
Stretching their intestines and leading the way, they continued to move forward. The eyes of the necropolis made the journey very lively, accompanied by a large number of ghosts whizzing by. Zombies put their arms around each other, blocking their way from time to time. "Give way, comrades." The cemetery lord said to them, then transformed his body and passed through their gaps without knocking them away. For a guy who has been the absolute leader of a race for a long time, his behavior is either 100% artificial or the complete opposite.
The underground river gradually became thinner, the two banks closed together, and the air began to become dry. The pipeline they were on seemed to be a main line. Along the way, they passed by branch roads and other facilities close to the pipeline from time to time. Every time they pass by such a facility, their eyes will suddenly open up for a while. From the overall direction of the slope, Nesse knew that they were continuing to move deeper into the earth, but it seemed that because the ceiling had become higher, the scene in front of them seemed less depressing than before.
Shenchang Lin seemed to have regarded Nese as an ally and enthusiastically introduced the scenery of the big curtain along the way.
"The tomb. It can be regarded as a batch transformation center. There are funnels for collecting corpses, and there are also corpses sent by yourself or your family." The cemetery lord pointed to a heavy closed door. "As long as there are people who come to us, we will accept them. Not all creatures are qualified to be ghosts, and we don't want them to be eaten by insect brains for no reason. In short, the undead accept everything. Abandoned children, remnants, and natural ones. Badass. Everything.”
"That is, waste utilization."
"This is very disrespectful, sir. To us, everything has its value."
"I'm sorry for what I said."
"It doesn't matter. This is etiquette that you didn't know before. You will understand the difference soon." Shenchang Lin said kindly. Soon a deep pit appeared on the other side of the pipe. The scaffolding extended downwards, and the lowest end was in a cloud of green mist. There are many skeleton workers climbing up and down in it.
"Hello everyone! Thank you for your hard work!" the cemetery lord shouted to them. The skeletons raised a row of arms in unison. There was a loud clucking sound.
Nese thought of something and took out the iron nail. "I found this on one of the laborers. Is this a pass?"
The swollen eyes turned around and said, "Then you have to give it back to him. It's a pass. But it's also a commendation for an outstanding citizen... He will be very sad. Why don't you give it to me. I Come and give it back to him.”
He held out his hand. The process seemed so natural. Nese hesitated and handed over the nail.
They kept walking. This time the large facility appears on the right. There are no doors, and the pipes are connected through vaults, giving an unobstructed view. Many fires can be seen flickering in the deepest part. The people who run this place are spirit creatures.
"Kiln burning." Shanchang·Ling simply introduced.
"What is that?" Nese asked.
"We collect the usable parts of the disintegrated or dead undead creatures here and refine them into useful things... Let me tell you frankly. It's a weapon. We will always face the threat of insect brains. Always keep the basics Arming is key for us.”
"Yeah." Nesai nodded, thought for a while and asked again:
"The necropolis is a gathering place for the undead. I know this. But why do so many ghosts choose to stay here? According to you, ghosts are high-level creatures different from you. They like a clean, elegant, and tasteful life. ."
"You mean our life is dirty and vulgar?" The cemetery lord chuckled, obviously not angry. "You are right." He said, "Rather than let me explain, why don't we find someone Volunteers come and listen to his opinions.”
With a casual move, a ghost flew down.
"Hello." Ghost said calmly, "Hello."
"Hello, my dear sir. Excuse me. Why did you choose to stay here with us?"
"Because of the idea, sir. Or, ideal." The ghost replied.
Shanchang·Ling nodded and let the ghost go.
They continued walking forward, and an underground swamp appeared in front of them.
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