Chapter 120. The Dangerous Village That Remained Untouched by Attack
The next morning, Mo Fan and Liu Ru arrived at the south gate and found the short man jumping around.
Aside from the short man, there were several other people around him, but of course, the only one who could catch Mo Fan's attention was that graceful figure.
Unfortunately, because she was wearing a veil, Mo Fan couldn't see her face.
Even though I know in my heart it's definitely not bad, not seeing it is still somewhat disappointing.
Including the short man and his companion, the big man, there were seven people in total: five men and two women.
The wind blew in early morning, carrying a strange smell, but for some reason, once the sun shone on the earth, the smell disappeared, as if the commotion of last night had never happened.
The south gate is open during the day; people can simply register before going out.
After leaving the outer city walls, they headed towards Yangyang Village. Of course, they still had to walk.
As dusk falls, in this season of long nights and short days, the sun will set before five o'clock.
However, due to the presence of gray garlic, it didn't have much of an impact.
Although Mo Fan is much stronger now, he doesn't think he can be so arrogant as to act recklessly in this place full of undead.
He still vividly remembers the villain he brought up last time.
Even if he can deal with the Bone Minister now, who knows if the hordes of skeletons and rotting corpses, and with the increased stench of blood, will awaken even stronger undead creatures.
With the effect of the gray garlic, even though this group of undead crawled out, they did not intend to attack them.
However, the short man looked around and quickly said, "We'd better leave here quickly. This should be the burial site of some Qing Dynasty minister. The number of funerary people and craftsmen is comparable to the burial of an emperor... These skeletons are alright, we can handle them if a fight breaks out. The real problem is that there might be some old ministers in the tomb who were extremely powerful mages in life, and who have become undead generals after death. That would be disastrous."
Is it always like this here?
Wandering through the hordes of the dead, the veiled woman spoke, a rare occurrence. Her voice was as beautiful as a clear, ethereal melody drifting down from the sky. If only her words carried a touch of emotion, it would be even better. But perhaps it was precisely this otherworldly quality that stirred the heart with an irresistible allure.
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 undead is coming. Perhaps. If the supreme ruler of this undead kingdom changes hands, this situation may occur."
"The supreme ruler?" the woman in black silk immediately asked.
"No one has ever seen it, but everyone knows it exists... People call it the Emperor of the Dead, which is said to be the transformation of a Tang Dynasty monarch after his death." The short man immediately began to show off his cultural knowledge.
"How many years ago was your Tang Dynasty?" the woman in black silk continued to ask.
"Us?" The short man was taken aback.
"More than a thousand years ago," the short man said, unable to give a specific year.
"A ruler of a thousand years..." the woman in black murmured to herself, but did not ask any further questions.
"Hey, shorty, what are they basing their judgment on regarding this Tang Dynasty emperor?" Mo Fan asked curiously.
"I don't know, maybe someone saw a ghost wearing Tang Dynasty clothing?" The short man shrugged.
"oh"
Mo Fan remembered that after the ancient king Ga, it seemed that the Nine Netherworld Queen had also said that the Land of the Dead was not only home to them.
There is also a new undead lord who wants to launch an invasion of this ancient capital.
But which Tang Dynasty emperor would it be?
To what extent will their strength reach?
Mo Fan even wondered if it could be that person who had influence in Asia.
Mo Fan didn't ask any more questions; clearly, what he knew was only what he had heard from this circle.
However, the short man was quite interested in telling the story, and he also recounted the matter of the mages in the Holy Judgment Court exploring the tomb.
"Since there is such a good way to ward off evil spirits, then the dead are not as scary as we imagine?" said one of the bearded followers of the woman in black silk.
"Grey garlic is harder to find than gold. It can't be grown. It mostly grows in places where there are piles of the dead, relying on the flesh of the dead for nutrients. Only the people of Dangerous Dwelling Village know how to harvest it, and the quantity is very limited every year. If my brother didn't have half Dangerous Dwelling Village blood, I wouldn't be able to get this kind of thing for you," the short man said with a smile.
However, at this time of year, Mo Fan had asked around almost everywhere, but he couldn't find anywhere to buy black garlic.
"Yangyang Village isn't far ahead. The night is still long, let's rest there for a while," 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 had no problem with it, but Mo Fan was somewhat sentimental, wondering whether the village was still there or not.
They reached the hillside without any problems, and by going down the hillside, they arrived at the outskirts of the village.
To Mo Fan's surprise, the village was still intact.
???
To be honest, Mo Fan was a little confused when he saw this scene!
At this point, Yangyang Village shouldn't have been destroyed!
But it wasn't until he entered the village that he suddenly realized what was happening.
Perhaps because they had removed the sacred springs from these villages, the Vatican realized there was nothing of interest here, so they did not invade the village?
They threw all the modern things outside, burned them, and then entered the village.
Upon entering the village, they found that there were indeed quite a few people there.
It was the people here who recognized Mo Fan.
The short man looked at Mo Fan with some surprise: "You've been here before?"
"If it weren't for the fact that we couldn't buy grey garlic, do you think I would let you rip me off?" Mo Fan said, sounding annoyed.
The short man just smiled and didn't say anything.
After resting in the village for a night, they planned to set off, but unexpectedly, it started raining outside in the early morning, so they could only wait quietly.
However, no one could have imagined that this rain would last for three whole days!
To be honest, even though Mo Fan took the sacred spring from the village, and the village didn't suffer any damage, he really had no idea what the Holy See would do next.
After the rain stopped, they headed straight for Huacun.
They arrived at Huacun without incident, and sure enough, Zhang Xiaohou was there.
However, he pretended not to recognize him. The village had not suffered any attacks, and the village chief's grandson had not returned. Under these circumstances, Mo Fan naturally could not let Zhang Xiaohou stay here to die.
He told the woman named Su Xiaoluo that he was her older brother, then took Zhang Xiaohou aside and said he would tell him some things from the past to see if he could help Zhang Xiaohou recover his memory.
Su Xiaoluo had no objections.