Chapter 553: King of 0 Years

"Gulu~~"

The short man's Adam's apple twitched.

I have been in this land of the dead for so many years, but every time night falls, my heart can't help beating violently. Even if I am not in the ancient capital, if I fly to another city, the anxiety and panic will still appear at night.

"Eat the gray garlic!" the short man told everyone.

The black silk woman and his two companions did not hesitate, and ate the unpalatable gray garlic in one bite.

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

"Ugh!! Ugh!!!!!!!!!"

The sound of something stuffed in his throat suddenly came out of the soil. Mo Fan turned around and suddenly found a head full of maggots poking out, with drooping eyeballs and drooping jaw. ...

It seemed to be stuck by something, only its head came out, and its body was still buried in the soil. When it saw Mo Fan, it was like a starving person seeing a golden chicken leg, and kept moving towards Mo Fan!

"Just you want to hurt your Grandpa Mo." Mo Fan was not polite, and kicked the head of the undead.

The head was probably separated from the neck, and this volley made the head draw an arc in mid-air, and smashed hard on an exposed rock, and the slurry was everywhere.

"Ugh~~~~~~~~~~~~~Ugh~~~~~~~!!!!"

The howls came and went all of a sudden, spreading around Mo.

Suddenly, a large piece of soil cracked open, exposing a huge tomb within ten meters of Mo Fan.

The tomb must have been old for some time, and the stone bricks are rotten badly. There were more than 20 half-corpse and half-skeletons lying here and there, as if they heard the call from the rolling head, they crawled out of the tomb with bloodshot eyes all of a sudden! !

The skeletons of these skeletons turned black, most of which were poisoned to death by collective poisoning. Looking at the tools scattered around them, they might be the funeral burials of an ancient general. Mo Fan originally thought that there were more than 20 or so, but who knew that tomb* There is also a tomb hole underneath the tomb, and skeletons come out of the tomb hole continuously, all of them are blood-stained, extremely hideous!

As soon as Mo Fan brushed his fist against the air, there was a tumbling flame...

Since the skeletons are all drilled out of the tomb,

Then blast the tomb with one punch!

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

Mo Fan turned his head, and suddenly found that there are still seven or eight stone tombs of this kind, scattered on the small dirt land with a radius of less than a few hundred kilometers...

Crowds of skeletons gathered like soldiers, and their gazes locked onto the only panting Mo Fan here like stars. The spectacular horror made Mo Fan froze.

"Actually, this thing is good to chew carefully." Mo Fan picked up the gray garlic and gnawed fiercely, with an ugly expression on his face.

The short man smiled disdainfully, glanced at the crowds of skeletons around him, and said, "Let's get out of here quickly. This should be the tomb of a minister of the Qing Dynasty. The number of burials and craftsmen There are so many, it is comparable to the ostentation of a king's burial... These skeletons are not bad, if we really want to fight, we can handle it, but we are afraid that there are those old ministers in the tomb who were extremely powerful mages in life, and turned into undead generals after death, That would be fatal."

"Talk away from me." Mo Fan added.

The effect of gray garlic is immediate, the breath spit out even the undead sometimes feel that you have not rinsed your mouth, and cleanliness will give you a way to avoid the road.

Shuttle among the hordes of undead, the woman with black silk seldom spoke, her voice was so beautiful that it was like a melody floating down from the air, it would be great if there was a little more emotion in her words, but Or maybe it is this non-human fireworks that makes people itch.

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

The short man was flattered when he was asked such a question, and hurriedly replied: "It wasn't before. Since the riots in the Shawang River, there has been a lot of death here. Everyone in the industry said that a new era of the undead is coming. Maybe, this country of the undead This is possible if the supreme ruler changes hands."

"Supreme ruler?" The black silk woman immediately asked again.

"No one has seen it, but everyone knows it exists...Everyone calls it dead? 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 long ago is your Tang Dynasty?" the black silk woman continued to ask.

"Us?" The short man froze for a moment.

Mo Fan also blinked his eyes, and caught a message from the woman's words, that is, this woman is not a native of the country, no wonder the Chinese language sounds flat and disharmonious!

"More than a thousand years." The short man couldn't tell the exact year.

"The king of the millennium..." the black silk woman muttered to herself, but she didn't ask any more questions.

The woman didn't ask, but the short man looked like a talent, and continued: "Isn't it? The undead is based on the age. The older the age, the more terrifying the strength. God knows what shocking monsters will be born from the nourishment of a thousand years of death."

The history of this world is consistent. Mo Fan, who has read a lot of poetry and books, quickly recalled that the capital of the Tang Dynasty was in Xi'an. If undead creatures were nourished here, then those ancient kings may indeed turn into undead after death... …

"These ancient kings are really true. They have been dead for so many years, and they still rule the underground world and the night world!" Mo Fan cursed.

"Most of the king's tombs are geomantic treasures. It's normal to absorb the energy of heaven and earth and finally turn into demons and ghosts. Everyone said that the ruler of the undead kingdom has changed hands. This is also a joke. It seems that they know the previous rule of the undead kingdom. It is the same as the old ones, whether it changes hands or not, the undead don't know, but we living people know it." The short man said.

"Is it true that no one has 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 Inquisition came to seek answers. They were all top mage masters. In the end, none of them survived. Come back. I heard that they turned into undead in the end... These gringos are giving us trouble!"

After the short man finished speaking, he suddenly realized that the woman in black silk was not a native of his country, so he smiled and said, "I'm not talking about you."

"It's okay, I'm happy to hear people from the Holy Sepulcher do stupid things." A smile flashed in the bright eyes of the black silk woman.

Holy Inquisition?

Mo Fan seems to have heard a thing or two about the magic organization in Europe, which seems to be an arbitration institution similar to the Chinese Tribunal.

The Judgment will execute, arrest and execute those evil mages with stains. It is said that their purpose seems to be the same as that of Ultraman - to maintain peace on earth.

"If you participate in the competition of world universities, you will probably deal with these foreign magic organizations." Mo Fan said to himself.