"Guru~~"

The short man's Adam's apple was clear? He moved.

I have been in this undead place for so many years, but every time night falls, my heart can't help but beat violently. Even if I don't fly to other cities in the ancient capital, the anxiety and panic will still appear as soon as I get into the night.

"Eat the ash garlic soon!" the short man told everyone.

The woman with black stockings and his two companions did not hesitate and ate the unpalatable ash garlic in one bite.

Liu Ru also ate one, but Mo Fan was still struggling there.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The sound made when something dirty was blocked in his throat suddenly came out of the soil. Mo Fan turned around and suddenly found a head full of maggots running through, his eyes drooping and his chin was drooping...

It seemed as if something was stuck, its head only emerged and its body was still buried in the soil. When it saw Mo Fan, it was like a famine-related person who saw the golden chicken legs, constantly moving towards Mo Fan!

"You are the ones who want to hurt you, Grandpa Mo." Mo Fan was not polite and kicked the dead in the head.

This head is probably separated from the neck. This volley made the head pass through an arc in the air and smashed hard on a bare rock, and the slurry was everywhere.

"Uh~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!!!"

Roars suddenly came one after another, spreading around Mo.

Suddenly, a large piece of soil cracked and a huge tomb was exposed less than ten meters away.

The tomb should have been a few years, and the stone bricks are rotting. There are more than twenty half-corpses and half-skeletons lying inside. They seem to hear the call from the rolling heads, and their eyes suddenly crawled out of the tomb with bloody red eyes!!

These skeletons were black and were mostly poisoned to death. Looking at the tools scattered around them, they were probably buried by some ancient generals. Originally, Mo Fan thought that there were only a dozen of them, but he knew that there was a tomb hole under the tomb. There were skeletons continuously drilling out from the tomb hole, with blood stains and extremely ferocious!

Mo Fan's fist wiggled the air, and flames immediately rolled up...

Since all the skeletons were drilled out of the tomb, then punch the tomb!

"Mo Fan, look around." Liu Ru hurriedly reminded him.

Mo Fan turned his head and found that there were seven or eight stone tombs of this kind, distributed on this small mud land less than a few hundred kilometers...

Groups of skeletons gathered like soldiers, their eyes locked at the only breathing Mo Fan here like stars. The spectacular horror made Mo Fan froze.

"Actually, this thing is pretty good to chew carefully." Mo Fan picked up the gray garlic and chewed it violently. The ugly expression on his face was as ugly as it was.

The short man smiled disdainfully, glanced at the crowds of skeletons around him, and said, "Let's leave here quickly. This should be the tomb of a Qing Dynasty minister. There are so many burial people and craftsmen, which is comparable to the burial of the king... These skeletons are fine. If we really fight, we can deal with it. I'm afraid that the old ministers in the tomb would be extremely powerful mages before their lifetime, and after their death they turned into undead generals, that would be dead."

"Stay away from me when you speak." Mo Fan added.

The effect of gray garlic is immediate. Even the undead sometimes feel that you have not rinsed your mouth, and those who are obsessed with cleanliness will give you a way to avoid it.

Shuving through the crowds of undead, the woman with black stockings rarely spoke. Her voice was as wonderful as a clear song and melody floated down from the air. It would be great if there was a little more emotion in her words, but perhaps it was this kind of fireworks that made people feel itchy.

"Is this always the case here?" asked the woman in black stockings.

The short man was so flattered by this question, and hurriedly replied: "It was not before. Since the riot of Shalang River, the death energy here has become strong. The industry says that a new era of the undead is coming. Perhaps, if the supreme ruler of this undead kingdom changes his ownership, this situation may occur."

"Supreme ruler?" The woman in black stockings immediately asked another question.

"No one has seen it, but everyone knows it exists... Everyone calls it a death? It is said that it was transformed after the death of the monarch of the Tang Dynasty." The short man immediately began to show off his culture.

"How many years have you been to the Tang Dynasty?" the woman in black stockings continued to ask.

"We?" The short man was stunned for a moment.

Mo Fan also had a flash of eyes and captured a message from the woman's words, that is, this woman is not a native of her own. No wonder she feels like a discordant Chinese speaking!

"It's over a thousand years." The short man couldn't tell the specific year.

"The King of Thousand Years..." the woman in black stockings muttered to herself, but did not ask any further questions.

The woman didn't ask, but the short man looked like a show of talent. Then she said, "No, the undead is talking about the age. The older the years, the more terrifying the strength. God knows that some shocking monsters will be born."

The history of the world is consistent. Mo Fan, who has been well-read in poetry and books, quickly recalled that the capital of the Tang Dynasty was in Xi'an. If the undead creatures were nourished here, the ancient kings might indeed have turned into undead after their deaths...

"These ancient kings are really. After so many years of death, they still rule the underground world and the night world!" Mo Fan cursed.

"The king's tombs are mostly Feng Shui treasure lands. It is normal to absorb the energy of heaven and earth and eventually turn into demons and ghosts. Everyone says that the rulers of the undead kingdom have changed hands, and this is also funny. It seems that they know the rulers of the undead kingdom before. If they change hands, they don't know, and we living people know it instead." said the short man.

"Has no one ever seen that undead ruler?" Liu Ru asked weakly.

The short man shook his head and said without lying, "I have never seen the strongest mage. In the past, some foreigners who claimed to be the Holy Court came to seek answers. They were all the best mage masters, but none of them came back alive. I heard that they turned into undead in the end... These foreigners will cause us trouble!"

After saying this, the short man suddenly realized that the woman in black stockings was not a native of his country, and smiled and said, "I'm not talking about you."

"It's okay, I'd love to hear the people from the Holy Court do stupid things." A smile flashed in the bright eyes of the woman with black stockings.

Holy Court?

Mo Fan seems to have heard of it. The magical organizations in Europe seem to be an arbitration institution similar to the Chinese Judicial Council.

The Judgment is to execute, want, and execute those evil mages with smudges. The Court of Justice is said to have the purpose of maintaining peace on Earth, just like Ultraman.

"If you participate in the dispute between world colleges, you will probably deal with these foreign magic organizations." Mo Fan said to himself.
Chapter completed!