Chapter 99: No Girl, No Sleep

After completing the commission at the Hunter Alliance, the three of them found a hotel to stay in.

The ancient capital is actually most dangerous after nightfall.

Under the pitch-black night, a huge shadow appeared on the horizon!

This ghost figure was surrounded by a vast dark mass, spreading out like the rising tide. One could easily imagine how densely packed the undead were there.

The shadow howled towards the sky, his roar shook the heaven and earth, and even caused the city walls to shake slightly.

So, Qin Zhan was woken up.

After taking a look at the ghost figure, Qin Zhan turned over, covered his head with the quilt, and continued to sleep.

I slept until dawn.

At this moment, the vibration coming from afar has gradually disappeared.

Qin Zhan opened the window and saw the giant ghost that disturbed his sweet dream last night.

There seemed to be a gap somewhere on the ghost's body, and it seemed that there was no change from last night.

"Brother Zhan, how did you sleep last night?"

Mo Fan had also woken up and asked Qin Zhan across the balcony.

"How many people can sleep well in this place if they don't live here for a long time?"

Qin Zhan shrugged, a look of helplessness appearing on his face.

After the three of them finished washing up, they went to the south gate to meet up with the short man.

The short man is really short, probably less than 1.5 meters tall.

If Qin Zhan didn’t have good eyesight, it would be difficult to find his location.

At this moment, there were already a few people around the short man, and they seemed to be other clients.

The others looked very ordinary, but the woman wearing a black silk veil made Qin Zhan a little curious.

Behind the woman with black silk veil, there are two strong men, who should be her followers.

Including the short man and his companion Fang Youmiao, there are a total of eight people on this trip.

Six men and two women, more wolves and less meat.

Leaving from the South City Gate, following the short man's instructions, the seven people began to walk towards Yangyang Village.

Along the way, Qin Zhan felt very curious about the woman who was dressed in a somewhat alternative way.

I have to say, this woman has a great figure, even comparable to Tang Yue.

Besides Tang Yue herself, Qin Zhan is the one who knows best how good Tang Yue's figure is.

As for her appearance, her true face cannot be seen because of the veil.

But Qin Zhan had a hunch that this woman was definitely a great beauty.

As the sky darkened, a pitch-black darkness gradually enveloped the earth.

"Come on, eat this."

Fang Youmiao was a sturdy man. He took out some gray garlic from the package behind him.

Although Fang Youmiao looks very strong, he doesn't have any magical aura on him, so he is probably just an ordinary person.

"If you have something to eat, tell me earlier. I happen to be hungry..."

Mo Fan was a heartless person. When he saw Da Zhuangnan handing out local specialties to everyone, he immediately took it.

This gray thing looked a bit like a sweet potato and a bit like a large piece of garlic. He took a crisp bite without thinking too much.

"puff"

The next second, Mo Fan spat out what he had bitten off, and the gray residue scattered all over the ground.

"Grass is a plant. What are you giving me to eat? Is this something humans can eat?"

Mo Fan made a bitter face and started cursing.

"This is gray garlic, used to cover up the smell of the living. If we eat it, the undead will not attack us."

Glancing at Mo Fan, the short man said, “This thing is limited in quantity. If you spit one out and can’t survive tonight, then it’s not our business.”

"This is such a disgusting thing that I would rather fight to the death with the undead than swallow it!"

Mo Fan said that even if he jumped from the Shayuan, he would not eat this thing. Perhaps because of luck, or because of the gray garlic, Qin Zhan and others did not encounter attacks from the undead.

Along the way, everyone's situation can be said to be too safe.

"Since there is such a good way to ward off evil spirits, then the undead are not as scary as imagined?"

A bearded man spoke up. He was the follower of the veiled woman.

"Gray garlic cannot be planted. They mostly grow in places where there are piles of undead, relying on dead flesh as nutrients."

"Only the people of Weiju Village know how to pick them, and the quantity is very limited every year. If my brother was not half Weiju Village bloodline, I would not be able to get this stuff for you."

The short man smiled and continued, "Walk the hillside ahead and Yangyang Village is not far away. Let's stop there to rest for a while."

"The village has rules. If you want to go in, you'd better abide by them."

Fang Youmiao reminded everyone.

Walking down the hillside, everyone wanted to see how an ordinary village lived in a place haunted by the undead.

Then, something weird happened.

All they saw were piles of wood, and no village at all.

Looking in another direction, there was nothing but black mud. Apart from a few bumpy underground caves, there was nothing else!

"Are you kidding us?"

The bearded man immediately questioned with some anger.

"I...I don't know what's going on."

The short man's face changed and he turned his gaze to Fang Youmiao.

Fang Youmiao's eyes were filled with astonishment, and he looked like he couldn't believe it at all.

He rushed down the hillside madly and ran to the open space.

There were only some messy wood on the open space, and not even a roof could be seen, let alone a village.

However, Fang Youmiao was like a madman, and he didn't care at all even though there were still a few undead walking around there.

"According to the markings on the map, this location is indeed Yangyang Village..."

Liu Ru looked at the map and raised her head to say to Mo Fan.

"Obviously, something went wrong here."

Qin Zhan shook his head and walked down the hillside.

Seeing this, everyone followed.

Soon, they discovered that the village had shown signs of being burned, with charred charcoal all over the ground.

Unable to find any useful clues, everyone had to go to the next village.

"It's still two days from here to Hua Village, and we may not have enough garlic."

The short man looked a little unhappy, and suggested: "We can go back to the ancient capital first and wait for Brother Fang to get some more gray garlic from his fellow tribesmen."

"It will take me at least a few months to get enough gray garlic."

No large-scale deaths among the villagers were found, and Fang Youmiao gradually recovered.

"A few months is too long. We can't wait."

Mo Fan shook his head and directly rejected the suggestion.

To put it bluntly, even if Zhang Xiaohou were still alive, if we waited a few more months, the opportunity would be gone.

“Have you noticed that not every place has undead spirits?

"We can use gray garlic when there are too many undead and we can't force our way in."

After thinking for a moment, Qin Zhan spoke.

"This is a good idea."

The veiled woman agreed.

"Okay, that's decided, let's go!"

The short man and Fang Youmiao looked at each other and began to lead the way.

(End of this chapter)