"Idea? Ideal?"
"That's right, it's what you're thinking about right now." Shenchang Lin replied.
The way into the swamp is not smooth, there are fences, entrances, and large signage. Nesse glanced over, "The undead stopped", "The undead stopped seriously", "The undead turned back 180 degrees". Pretty much the same content. Each of these words fluoresces, and it can be seen that they are obviously obeyed - there are no undead people nearby, and it is very quiet, as if everyone can read, can see the instructions of the light, and can count one hundred and eighty angles.
There are not many traces of construction on the shore, and the fence is a certain distance from the edge of the swamp. There is an opening for passage on it, which is like a narrow slit in front of the lining. However, this obviously did not trouble the Cemetery Lord. He flexibly adjusted his figure, stretched himself into a long strip, and easily entered the fence.
There was silence all around, except for the sticky sound of friction. Nese looked at the back of his elongated head. Some leaders will build all passages and doorways to a suitable size for them to pass through. But obviously stretching the intestines and lining is not one of them.
How should I put it, it does demonstrate the concept a bit.
A foreshore composed of white pebbles protrudes from the dark blue swamp, extending towards the center of the swamp, like a cat's hole. Nese crossed the fence and found herself in the children's line.
"The undead stop. Then other races can come and go at will?" he asked casually.
"No. Lovely guest. 'Undead' here refers to all living things." He stretched his intestines and said in a deep voice, "Do you understand? This is a restricted area. No living creature is allowed to enter this swamp."
The Grave Lord glided steadily above it, with no part of his body stained by the swamp mud—a testament to the extremely dangerous contents of the entire swamp. Nese allowed himself to follow the cobblestone path completely, being careful not to take a step.
"We are entering this vast land now," he said.
"That's right. For those of us, we can be a little more extreme when formulating rules and warnings." Shenchang Lin smiled, "After all, you don't know the specific situation of each citizen - such as how much brain they have left. Understand the rules. How about you guess the exact number?"
"I don't want to guess. So the rules and restricted areas are all just pretense?"
"Of course it's true - if you don't want to break it. Rules are established for guys who abide by them. Restricted areas must be taken seriously to be restricted areas. Guests. Otherwise this place is no different from the square that will be used to welcome you ."
"I'm afraid there is still a slight difference."
Nese kicked a small stone away from the foreshore and watched it turn into gray smoke without touching the swamp. "In the square, you don't have to worry about turning into pus if you make a wrong step."
"Pus. The condition is much better than most of the guys here." Shenchang·Ling let out a muffled laugh, "I hope my answer can satisfy you: whoever is willing to rush through those signs has what it takes to become a killer. Qualifications for membership in the organization.”
Nesse did not miss the implication: you are also qualified. I - adjective - guest. Words of persuasion. some type of. But that's not the point. It seems that from Shenchang·Ling's body, we can see more and more some kind of silhouette of the killer organization we are about to see——
"You get paid to do things, right?"
"Rather, we receive the abandoned things of the entire world in exchange." The shoal reached the end, and the Graveyard Lord boarded a large saucer-shaped ship without sails. He turned back and watched Nesei coming up. "We will indeed make some transactions. But. There are also spontaneous businesses - as you may have guessed, the murder of Ichaint was one of them."
"Hmm. Why?"
"I thought you had it figured out-"
"I thought so too." Nesai said coldly, "Why?"
The shallow and wide saucer boat sailed offshore and through the blue swamp, without ripples or waves, it looked as if the swamp itself was moving with it. Stretch your intestines into a muddy hill and put your elbows on your belly. Judging from the various standards Nese had seen, there was no smell that could be called "murderous" coming from it.
But the undead may have other criteria.
Xuchang·Ling coughed deeply. Some semi-solid material jumped from his mouth to the deck. He smoothed it into a brown-green mass, then raised his hands in the air and paused for a long time.
"I want to ask you a question first - what do you think of us? Lovely guest."
"How about what?"
"We undead. Undead creatures. Public enemies beneath the realm of killing, the object of hatred in the world. What do you think of us?"
“I think you—” Nesse looked at the Graveyard Lord—this guy just stayed there, waiting for his evaluation, like a pile of excrement waiting to be shoveled away, looking very nervous. This puzzled him. "I don't feel anything," he said.
"grateful."
The intestines and lining were relaxed, but they didn't look happy. "Let me put it in my defence—it may come off as bragging. But I think we are the cutest creatures in the world."
He shook his hands and clasped his fingers, seemingly unaware of how unacceptable what he just said was, "Look. We don't consume redundant resources. We don't invade other people's land, and we have no ambitions for expansion. We don't make grand plans. And now, we don’t pursue luxury goods, and we don’t kill each other because of comparison. We don’t hurt each other, and even if there is conflict, we can achieve the result of integration. You all see it, my guest, do you think this is the case? ?”
"I've only been here for a day. Maybe."
"We don't resist much." Shenchang Lin continued, "It's a shame that except for a few cemetery lords and some lucky guys, the other undead are also unable to resist the attack. Not only are we being preyed on by worm brains, most of them are Material attacks can easily kill us. From the establishment of this necropolis to now, I have witnessed the loss of countless undead, but our number is getting more and more."
"Because you accept everything." Nese said, his tone not very good. "I know what humans say. Because you are the representative of negativity, negativity, and death. When other races suffer, it is when you thrive."
"Yes. Everybody says that. But you know what we say - most of us citizens can't even speak up to defend ourselves, so I have to tell you myself - because we are the only ones who are inexhaustible. Because Only here, the disabled, the unintelligent, the cowardly and the weak can enjoy the same treatment as everyone else. The undead work together and patrol together. There is division of labor, but equality. No one will look down on anyone. Because of eternity Death links us together. There are countless weak and incompetent us. We may not be able to fight against any individual one-on-one, but we are members of the collective."
Nesse was silent for a while. "Is this some kind of cult?"
"We worship no one. We remain respectful. My lovely guest. Now do you understand what all that spontaneous business is?"
