Chapter 871: Fishing Village

It is strange enough that there is a fishing village in the cemetery. The size of this fishing village is not small. From the beginning of the village to the end of the village, none of the fishermen you meet along the way are wearing a complete piece of clothing.

Birds of a feather flock together and people divide into groups. On the other side of the mountain and on the other side of the sea, there is a group of fishermen who don't like to wear clothes. They are happy and peaceful, they are strong and sensitive, and they live freely in the blue sea.

It doesn't matter if you have a good figure, it's just to beautify the environment, but what's the matter with the fat old man in front of you who is so white and fleshy, the living eyes are heavily polluted, how afraid of wasting fabric!

Mo Ye didn't look sideways, and looked at the ground at a 45-degree angle, just as if the passers-by around him were all scenery boards.

Yan An is just following the crowd, only wearing a pair of colorful underpants, with two pieces of hemp rope and fishing nets hanging around his waist. Due to the soul stone, his appearance is different from usual, and his figure looks taller and stronger. Some, a little more masculine than the usual gentle look, in short, more manly.

Of course, this must be done under the premise of ignoring the stupid expression on this guy's face.

Along the way, many shirtless fishermen greeted the fat old man,

"Village chief, good morning"

"The village head will come to my house for dinner tonight"

"Village Chief, I'm going to deep dive tomorrow, send someone with me."

From the words of these passers-by, the identity of the fat old man is ready to be revealed, the head of this fishing village, the village chief.

The fair and round old man walked in the front, smiling and waving to passers-by. He was still holding a bottle of flagon in his hand, and his steps were a little wobbly as if he was drunk.

He looked like an ordinary drunk fat old man, but Mo Ye didn't think so.

This person in front of him. Or to be more precise, the dead man gave Mo Ye an unfathomable feeling, like an endless sea. Even if it looks calm on the surface, it can't hide the undercurrents in the depths of the ocean. Once triggered, it will be turbulent. Peng worships the energy that can set off turbulent waves.

Deep and introverted, his mental power is like a mud cow sinking into the sea. This is the result of Mo Ye's mental power induction, although it does not match the superficial image.

This does not mean that the opponent's fighting power must be sharp. It's a kind of tolerance, and it's called connotation if it's more profound. Tens of thousands of years of undead life have built up a powerful aura, even if it is not intentional, it is still domineering.

This man must have been a very powerful person in his life.

In a spacious thatched hut on the shore, the fat old man sat down and looked at Mo Ye and Yan An casually, "Find a place to sit. Don't stand."

The thatched cottage is simply furnished with a table, a bed, and a few chairs.

The fat old man swung the jug and took a big sip, "You are the good friend Marco mentioned, why do you youngsters run away to the place where the dead are gathered, and make such a big deal that the whole island is wanted, how dare you Really not small”

The old man hit the point straight when he spoke. This sentence contains a lot of information.

Mo Ye looked at Yan An. The other party didn't look surprised. Also, since Yan An was able to escape the night watchman's pursuit safely under the protection of the fat old man. The identity of Yan An's living person is naturally known.

Mo Ye consciously relegated the fat old man to the status of a senior, and has always maintained a good attitude of respecting the old and loving the young towards the old senior, Master Mage.

Yan An sat upright, "Hehe, this is mainly due to my bad luck"

The fat old man didn't give up face and directly pointed out, "You are just a piggyback." The fat old man's eyes fell on Mo Ye and said inexplicably, "You are the one who took Matil away."

This is an affirmative rather than a question. Obviously, the old man has already confirmed the fact, and the fact is indeed the case.

Mo Ye is not surprised that the old man can recognize her as a living person. Although the dark spiritual power has a certain concealment effect, it is difficult to conceal the breath of a living person in front of a truly powerful undead creature. The night watchman last time Isn't it the same as seeing through Mo Ye at a glance, let alone the fat old man in front of him who gave Mo Ye an unfathomable feeling.

"He wanted to leave voluntarily." Mo Ye did not take Matil away on his own initiative. Moreover, the two parted ways after leaving Navier City. Mo Ye and Martial could at best help each other.

"That kid is restless. Even if he dies, he will not live safely." The fat old man is obviously familiar with Matil, and from the tone of his voice, he is also much higher than Matil in terms of seniority.

Sure enough, it was the old man, who had been dead for an unknown amount of time.

Mo Ye listened quietly, and the village chief didn't ask any questions, and she didn't say much.

Since this old man can still let Yan An live here safely under the night watchmen's arrest, it is enough to prove his special status on this island.

"But it's okay, don't worry, I don't discriminate against the living, who hasn't lived once, don't you think so?"

puff~~

Mo Ye was speechless, it was so simple.

It sounds so reasonable, but why does it feel so awkward.

Mo Ye raised his eyebrows slightly, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked, "Village Chief, your memory hasn't been erased?"

Most of the dead people living in the cemetery have their memories wiped out and are ignorant, including most of the night watchmen, Matil's memory of his life is also very vague, but the person in front of him gives Mo Ye a different feeling.

He seems to know it all.

The fat old man squinted his eyes at Mo Ye, smiled, and waved his hands with his big belly trembling, but he didn't answer directly, "Old man, I am not young, and I can't remember things in recent years, but things that happened a long time ago are still so clear." some impressions"

Then the topic changed, "Since you can enter and exit the cemetery at will, you must have obtained the permission of Lord Orosius. I will not yell at you like those stubborn night watchmen. You just need to rest assured."

The old man knew Orosius.

There was gleam in Mo Ye's eyes, and the fat old man interrupted him before he opened his lips slightly, "Don't ask me why Naville City sank into the ground, and don't ask where the city residents went, let alone Ask me who Lord Orosius is and where he has gone”, I can’t answer these questions.”

Mo Ye "..."

Your old man has finished talking, and Mo Ye really has nothing to ask.

Yan An touched the non-existent mirror frame. It seemed that he had asked all these questions before, and the village head had simply brushed them off.

"I've stayed here for too long, so long that I can't remember how long ago it was, and I don't know anything about the outside world. Ever since Lord Orosius left ten thousand years ago, this place has ceased to exist. There are living people coming and going, and no new islanders are even born”

"born?"

The fat old man took another sip of his wine and said, "Well, when every person in Naville City who has obtained the qualifications to enter the cemetery dies, a new life will be born in the birth pools on different islands in the cemetery. A soul doesn’t know anything other than its own name and the fact that it’s dead, so it’s about the same as a newborn.”

Soul purification!

It is a magic circle that transforms undead creatures. It can directly transform the dead into undead creatures. This is undead magic that is recognized as one of the top ten evil magics by the Magicians Guild. With the undead magic, the decline of dark magic has long since disappeared. People know it, even in the glorious era, this is a magic circle that only necromancers and archlichs can cast.

For the first time, there was a look of obvious surprise in Mo Ye's eyes. He didn't expect Orosius to tinker with such a thing, and it was used to build a cemetery.

Judging from the development history of the cemetery so far, it seems that he has no intention of turning these people into an army of undead. It is really a pure land belonging to the undead.

Is it to prove that undead magic doesn't have to be evil?

Mo Ye thought far away after thinking about it.

The fat old man noticed Mo Ye's obviously distracted demeanor, coughed twice to regain his sense of presence, hiccupped, and said with a smile, "I knew it since you showed up to take Matil away last time, Lord Orosius Sooner or later, the heirs of the family will come, I never thought it would take so long, and the outside world must have passed tens of thousands of years."

Mo Ye shook his head, "No, it's only over ten thousand years."

"Oh, then you are here to take Marco away?"

Mo Ye nodded "Yes"

"Marco has a different physique. He's a good-for-nothing. Why don't you stay here and accompany my old man to fish and pull nets? Drink some wine and sing ditties. How nice it is."

Yan An immediately stood up, standing straight and serious, "Old man, this is not acceptable, I am the man who wants to build the largest group in the interstellar world"

Yan An talked about the old man to Mo Ye, "Mo Mo, this old village chief is really powerful. He was a doctor before his death, a real high-level and civilized doctor. Do you know that I have found a way to improve my physique?"

Yan An's excitement was beyond words.

The fat old man shook his head and smiled, "I didn't say I must help you."

It was only then that Mo Ye realized what she had overlooked. Yan An's mental power didn't seem to be suppressed by the environment of the cemetery. The strange thing is that he was not suppressed at all, instead there was a sign of overactivity, what kind of rhythm is this.

Mo Ye couldn't figure out the real purpose of the fat old man in front of him and didn't say much. Anyway, if she wanted to take Yan An away, no one here would be able to stop her.

So he waited slowly without rushing to see what the fat old man wanted to say.

Mo Ye is not in a hurry, the village chief is in a hurry!

Hemingway threw bricks to attract jade for a long time, but saw that Mo Ye didn't answer at all. He asked what he asked and answered what he didn't ask. He cast all the nets and the bait, and Mo Ye leisurely took the bait and ate it. But he bit off the fishing line and acted like he didn't know anything and just didn't take the bait, which made him very anxious. Don't play like this.

Than patience, Mo Ye may not be the opponent of the ten thousand-year-old undead, but the key is that Mo Ye has nothing to ask for.

Mo Ye was interested in what Hemingway said, but it was only an interest. If the other party was willing to talk, she would be happy to listen to it. If he didn't want to talk, then forget it, and it doesn't matter. (to be continued) ()