Chapter 256: Wandering in a Different World for Sixty Years

The ghoul's head slammed into the stone wall, his eyes were stiff, and he fell to the ground.

Yan Jiu stepped over the monsters lying on the ground and looked ahead.

On the third-level black tombstone, three large skulls faced him from a distance. They protected each other, opened and closed their upper and lower jaws, and made a harsh creaking sound.

Dark green ghost fire spewed out from the skull's eyes.

Before being touched by the green fire, Yan Jiu merged into the soil under his feet, and a moment later he appeared at the edge of a piece of rubble in front of him.

In the fire net woven by the three skeletons, Yan Jiu strolled leisurely.

"I said, this is useless to me."

"I have no ill intentions."

The response was a more crazy ghost fire.

Yan Jiu's figure disappeared from the spot and appeared under the black tombstone.

The three-story black tombstone is made of a mixture of soil and bricks and stones. The whole is stepped, shaped like a small conical fortress.

There is a black stone tablet on the top of the cone - it looks more like a black square stone pillar.

The skulls that spewed ghost fire grew out of the tombstones, like grotesque masks hanging on them. They are the most important means of attack for the black tombstones, and are controlled by the ghosts in the tombstones.

Yan Jiu is too familiar with all this.

He has been in the ghost world for sixty years, and he has been dealing with these black tombstones, ghouls, and ghosts.

Any profession, if you patiently polish it for fifty years, will have some experience.

Black tombstones are the basis of this world.

It is not only the basic unit of the tomb group, but also a house, a sentry tower and a fortress, and also a new wonder. The residents of this world live around black tombstones, and the towering black stone tombstones make them feel safe.

This reminds Yan Jiu of the ghost lighthouse of the Yao clan.

The two are actually positioned differently.

The ghost lighthouse has no combat characteristics. It is an open building belonging to ghosts and a bridge for the dead and the living to communicate.

The tombstone is at the other extreme, extremely closed and exclusive. Even ghosts and ghouls may be attacked by ghost fire once they enter the area of ​​other black tombstones.

It looks like a strange collection of tombstones, but it is more like independent fortresses, arranged in order under the command of gods.

Yan Jiu suffered a lot from the black tombstones in the early days.

Once the ghost fire burns the body, it will cause continuous pain and weakness, and the lethality is good. The higher the level of the black tombstone, the more layers, and the stronger the ghost fire.

Fortunately, he is now a sand walker, who can exist and change in the form of sand. As long as he steps on the ground, Yan Jiu can use the arranged sand to quickly transfer and change direction.

Sand is his most important tool.

The weakness of the black tombstone is inside.

As long as you can break through its attack range and enter the inner circle, you can subdue the controlling ghost inside.

The only pity is that the environment around the black tombstone is mostly muddy and wet. If it is dry ground or even a desert environment, Yan Jiu's movable range will be much larger.

Even if he broke through the attack range of the ghost fire of the black tombstone, he still had to deal with the ghouls sleeping underground.

Yan Jiu enjoyed fighting with ghouls.

This reminded him of the past when he fought with the extraordinary people in the East Continent to seek a breakthrough. Usually Yan Jiu would stop at a certain point and would not kill the opponent, and also avoid the ghouls' self-explosion.

Ghouls retain their beast-like nature. They have not received formal professional training, resulting in explosive power and resistance to blows, and their attacks also have poisoning effects, but they cannot fully exert their combat power.

Yan Jiu thought that if it was the commander of Yancheng, Porto, who specially trained these ghouls, it would be very difficult for him to face them.

In the constant fights with ghouls and black tombstones, Yan Jiu felt that he was getting stronger and stronger until he reached a new bottleneck.

Now he can easily deal with most ghouls.

It's not just the level suppression, but also because Yan Jiu knows their attacks and behaviors like the back of his hand.

Yan Jiu passed through the inner circle and stepped into the stepped tombstone.

Facing the intruder, more than a dozen ghosts retreated.

"Don't come over here!"

"The Apostle is on the way, aren't you afraid of being punished by God!"

"You lunatic, why do you always like to destroy our house! Where did you come from!"

"No one bothered you!"

The ghosts talked a lot.

Yan Jiu just said: "The traveler passed by and came in to take a look. Excuse me."

He looked around.

Like other tombs he visited before, the interior of this tombstone was also very simple, like a grocery warehouse.

There were many things piled up inside, including some stones of different colors, stone carvings, bones, wooden poles, wooden tables and chairs, various pottery jars... There was even a muddy ground surrounded by stones, in which a kind of translucent slug was raised, which was a favorite pet of ghosts.

The ghosts in the ghost world have special tastes.

After the visit, Yan Jiu asked: "Do you know where the fourth-level black tombstone is?"

"Fourth-level? There is no fourth-level."

"That's just a legend. Legends are all fake."

"Third-level is the best. We are the best house here! We have the best skeletons! And the strongest and smartest ghouls!"

Speaking of black tombstones, the ghosts are full of pride.

Yan Jiu said in his heart that it was a pity.

He had visited twelve third-level tombstones, but he didn't find a fourth-level building.

It is said in the ghost world that the fourth-level black tombstone will transform into a [crazy tombstone]. Corpse hunters will be born from it and create more powerful ghouls by stitching.

The legend has been around for a long time, but it is difficult to tell whether it is true or false.

Yanjiu wanted to see it.

He turned his head and looked at the wall next to him.

Separated by a wall.

Yanjiu could sense that there was a powerful transcendent being staring at this place outside.

He knows who it is.

"Sorry for taking the liberty of visiting." Yanjiu said and disappeared.

The ghosts in the tombstone were relieved.

They looked at each other, then whispered.

"Is there really something wrong with its head?"

"Sure, it doesn't make sense."

"Sandwalker... what kind of race is this? Fortunately, he is the only lunatic in our world, otherwise it would be troublesome."

"One day, God will definitely kill this madman."

"No, guys."

A ghost suddenly beamed with joy: "The Apostle is here! I feel it, it's Lord Bullo! The Sandwalker is scared!"

The appearance of the apostle means that the gods are also dissatisfied with this sandwalker and want to impose divine punishment on him.

This madman who broke into tombstones has come to an end!

The ghosts became happy one by one.

…

Beside a pile of rocks.

Yanjiu looked at the figure in front of him.

"How are you thinking about it?" the other party asked him.

The speaker was a normal-looking human being.

He was about the same height as Yanjiu, and looked to be about thirty years old. His eyes were pale with only a little green pupil, and his skin was a corpse-like blue-gray. His whole body exuded a Twilight death aura.

"I am very grateful to the gods for their appreciation."

Yanjiu said politely: "However, let me refuse. I cannot become the apostle of Lord Ghost God. I have gods that I follow, and I will not betray my beliefs."

"You'd better understand that Master Youguishen can crush you to death with just one finger." The green-skinned man said.

"I know, Mr. Blow."

Yanjiu was very calm: "The power of gods cannot be challenged by mortals."

"Since you know, you should understand that God has been tolerant and patient enough towards you. Otherwise, you would have been a corpse long ago."

Bullo sighed, feeling a little helpless: "If you hadn't been more capable, I wouldn't have wasted my time talking to you so much."

Yanjiu also knew it well.

If you want to survive in this different world, you must show your strength and value.

This is easy to say but very dangerous to implement.

It is necessary to demonstrate one's abilities without angering or offending the local gods. So he challenged the black tombstone all the way, never hurting the ghost, and never even killed a ghoul.

He appeared as a practitioner, challenging all powerful opponents, and later even took the initiative to spar with Apostle Blow.

The two sides are in the middle.

Yanjiu didn't think he had entered the apostle level.

He knew in his heart that fighting was not what Bullo was good at. Bu Luo is a member of the funeral tribe. The funeral tribe is the most important population group in the world, but it is also the smallest in number.

Rotten corpses and skeletons will react wonderfully in this world. After time, most of them will become ghouls. But there are also a very small number of people who will evolve into funeral clans.

The funeral clan and the ghouls are the two branches of the returning dead in this world.

They retain a clear sense of self, develop wisdom, and have the ability to create black tombstones.

Blow's specialty is mobilizing and constructing black tombstones.

"The god you follow doesn't even mean to transform you into an apostle."

Bullo persuaded: "Master Ghost God values ​​talents very much, so he put aside the dispute of faith to recruit you. Gods judge each other, don't they?"

"No, you misunderstood."

Yanjiu said calmly: "I failed to become the apostle of the gods because I am not qualified enough. Any apostle under the command of the gods is far better than me. I am still far away from the apostles."

Blow didn't believe it at all.

Placed in any kingdom of gods, the Sandwalker in front of him, regardless of his rank, actual combat ability, or brains, would be in the upper middle class among the apostles. Otherwise, Master Youguishen would not have put in so much effort to bring him under his command.

Buluo continued to beat: "Yojiu, you should know that God will not tolerate you forever."

"clear."

Yanjiu just said: "All I can do is continue to practice."

"Do you think that as long as your level is high enough, you can change your destiny?"

"Practice is a way of survival."

Sand Walker said with a smile: "In my limited life, I want to see where I can go. If I can go farther, I can see more scenery."

Bloo was angry.

This guy is really... both admirable and annoying at the same time.

Suddenly, Bullo's whole body trembled.

He closed his eyes and his expression became extremely solemn.

After opening his eyes, Buluo looked at Yanjiu suddenly: "The kingdom of God you are in is the Bamboo Reed Kingdom?"

"No, I said that I am an ordinary practitioner of the Yao tribe." Yanjiu corrected.

Although Bullo had already thought about it, he still asked one more question just to be on the safe side.

Yanjiu realized: "Something happened?"

"..."

Bullo was silent for a while: "The war is about to begin. A kingdom of gods is overlapping with the ghost world. I have to leave. Please calm down for a while."

Shiohisa is a witness to the God War.

In this world, he also received a lot of tolerance and care.

Yanjiu thought for a moment and asked, "Do you need help?"

"This is our war, and we don't need outsiders to interfere."

Blo turned and left.