During the daytime, the entry and exit of living people were not strictly controlled. However, as evening approached, the military began to restrict people from leaving the city, because everyone knew that ordinary people who stepped outside the protected outer city walls would directly become food for the undead.
After passing through the heavily guarded outer city wall, the situation inside the city wall was not bad, no different from other cities. However, because people from different suburbs had gathered in these few districts, the streets were particularly bustling and lively.
A newly built, massive city wall, like the long body of a giant dragon, protected the city. The citizens had no need to worry about the bloodshed outside, or rather, they had long been used to such things and continued to live their lives as usual!
Mo Fan led the two sisters to stroll around the nearby magic market, but to his dismay, the gray garlic had completely disappeared.
After searching for a long time, they still couldn't find any trace of the gray garlic.
Mo Fan had been to both the ancient capital and the dilapidated village, and he knew both of them.
But without the gray garlic, even he didn't think he could have fought his way to those villages. After all, the Land of the Dead was a rather eerie place.
With their strength, neither warrior-level undead nor their servants could pose a threat, but no one could guarantee that commander-level undead wouldn't be awakened!
It should be noted that even the Qinling demons are unwilling to offend the undead.
While the Qinling demons aren't currently the most threatening group domestically, they're still not one that human mages want to offend. However, even the Qinling demons, whom they can't afford to offend, still pose a significant threat to human mages. It's clear that the undead realm is not an easy place to traverse.
Finally, by chance, Mo Fan encountered the short man again.
Although this guy's name is pretty shady, Mo Fan still chose his team.
Ten million? They're risking their lives to earn that much, so Mo Fan has no reason to haggle with them.
With the dwarf man's group in tow, they set off for the village of Danger early the next morning.
Upon arriving at the South Gate, Mo Fan searched through the crowd for quite some time without finding the short man. It wasn't until the guy was jumping around on his phone while talking to Mo Fan that Mo Fan finally managed to catch a glimpse of his scalp.
He glanced around at the short man and noticed that several people had gathered around him.
The others looked ordinary, but one woman in the group wearing a black veil drew attention.
Nowadays, everyone wears masks when they go out, so who wears silk gauze anymore? It has to be said that women's attire has a chivalrous yet tender feel to it.
It's unclear whether she wore it to conceal her face or simply disliked the lingering stench of corpses outside the city.
This woman was none other than Asha'ruya.
Besides her, there were two men, who were Asha's attendants. In addition to the three of them, including the short man and his companion, the muscular man, there were eight of them in total.
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 outer south gate was already open during the day; anyone traveling could simply register. Leaving the outer city wall, the eight people, following the short man's directions, began their journey towards Yangyang Village.
The south side faces the Qinling Mountains. Whether flying or driving, it's a matter of not giving the Qinling demons any face. So, if you're going south, there are basically no cars or similar vehicles; you have to walk the whole way.
They traveled in silence as dusk approached. In this season of long nights and short days, the sun would set very early, and at this time, everyone would feel a sense of unease.
With such a vast land, how can you be sure you haven't stepped on the territory of a large group of undead?
If you step into the territory of the undead, without any gray garlic, you are easily swarmed by the undead and devoured clean.
"Here, eat this." The burly man pulled out a gray, garlic-like thing from the package on his back.
This person was strong and healthy, but should be an ordinary person. He had no magical aura and seemed to lack the vitality of an ordinary person.
As soon as he took out the garlic, everyone started eating it.
With the help of the gray garlic, they continued on their way, posing no threat even to the undead.
As they weaved through the hordes of the dead, the woman in black silk spoke, a rare occurrence. Her voice was as beautiful as a clear, ethereal melody drifting down from the sky. If her words had carried a touch of emotion, it would have been even better. But perhaps it was precisely this otherworldly quality that stirred such a restless desire within them.
"Is it always like this here?" the woman in black stockings asked.
The short man, who was the type to fawn over his wife, 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 'Dead Emperor,' 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.
Upon hearing this, the short man realized that the other person was probably not from China!
But thinking about it, it's understandable; after all, that physique doesn't look like something someone that age should have in China. Then the short man explained in more detail.
It must be said that the short man does know some things.
With just his mid-level mage strength and that brain of his, this kid, despite his small stature, will probably get to enjoy quite a bit of fun.
To be fair, this guy isn't bad; he's not exactly evil, but saying he's perfect would be an exaggeration.
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 nutrients for the dead.
Along the way, Mo Fan actually discovered quite a few undead picking up some white fine sand that had absorbed the energy of the moon and the dead swamp, like gold being sifted from a great wave.
The undead were some distance from the outer city wall; they were simply wandering aimlessly, searching for anything that might be useful to their bodies, whether it was fine sand bones or discarded remains chewed up by wild dogs.
It can be said that although these undead lack intelligence, they are still very proactive in becoming stronger and eating living people.
"Since there is such a good way to ward off evil spirits, then the dead are not as scary as we thought?" said one of the black-stockinged woman's bearded followers.
"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.
At this moment, the man who wasn't muscular smiled憨厚ly, and his eyes secretly glanced at the woman in black stockings. He probably had never seen such a hot woman in his life.
"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 nodded and said there was no problem.