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Chapter 1519 The Monster Strikes
Lin Hong stared at the scene in front of him silently, lowering his head slightly.

He whispered softly: "So...that's how they look at the underworld?"

"Master Yan Wang, don't be influenced by his words, he is a troublemaker!"

The general behind him said hastily.

Lin Hong nodded, then turned and left, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

After half an hour.

Lin Hong changed into ordinary people's clothes, walked around the city, and listened to the opinions of the people.

He came to a teahouse and sat down: "Xiaoer, let's make a pot of tea."

"Guest, let's go, we don't do business today."

The waiter came over with embarrassment on his face, besides, there was no one in the room now.

"Is there any reason not to do business?" Lin Hong raised his hand and took out a bag of undead coins and slapped it on the table.

"What are you still doing in a daze, quickly serve tea to the guests!"

The shop owner just came out and said quickly after seeing those undead coins.

Xiao Er nodded, and after accepting the undead coins, he went to the back kitchen to prepare.

Lin Hong looked at the shop owner: "Why don't you come over and chat with me?"

"Guest, just tell me what you want to know."

The store owner's eyes flashed brightly, and he cupped his hands.

Lin Hong chuckled: "Are you so sure that I came to ask you for a question?"

"I can't be completely sure, but I see that you are very handsome, so you shouldn't come to my small teahouse to drink tea."

The store owner smiled awkwardly.

Lin Hong nodded, and then began to ask, mostly how people here view the underworld.

"Hey……"

"Actually, in the end, it is us common people who suffer the most."

"I don't know the essential difference between the undead world and the underworld. Anyway, they are all enslaved and paid taxes."

"It's just that the underworld is more cruel."

"Have you ever heard of the eighteen layers of hell? The unconscious dead are used as food?"

……

The store owner started talking.

Lin Hong listened quietly, and finally, after drinking tea, he finished speaking.

The shop owner's face was full of helplessness: "If it weren't for your arrogance to have customers today, this teahouse might have to go out of business."

"I go first."

Lin Hong didn't say anything, turned and left.

He had a serious face, and from what the shop owner said to himself just now, it could be seen that he didn't want the undead world to become a hell, mainly because they would suffer more and be enslaved even harder in the hell.

Lin Hong exhaled lightly: "It's time to go back."

After he finished speaking, he walked towards the Hall of the Undead, and put on a mask by the way, so as not to be recognized by interested people.

"What kind of place is this?"

A group of people walked towards them, Fu Jiaojiao walked in the front.

"Hi, may I ask if this is the west direction?" Seeing him, Porridge Dragon waved and asked.

"This is Nan..."

Lin Hong replied after a moment of silence.

For a while, Fu Jiaojiao and the others were a little embarrassed. After coming out of the cave, they lost their way while walking, and they were going to the west.

That's all right, the key is not to find the demon!

Lin Hong pondered for a while and asked, "Who are you?"

"We're just passing by, just passing by."

Rice Porridge Dragon raised his hand, with embarrassment on his face.

"Is that so..." Lin Hong murmured softly, scanning them slowly, always feeling a strange sense of intimacy.

"Aren't we better off as colleagues?"

Lin Hong pondered for a while before asking, he was not in a hurry to go back anyway.

Fu Jiaojiao shook her head: "Let's forget it, I'll treat you to dinner when we meet next time."

After she finished speaking, she was going to take people away, not wanting to get involved too much, but also to find that hermit expert to save her husband!
"What a pity……"

Lin Hong looked at their backs, not knowing why his heart was a little empty.

He let out a long breath, stopped thinking about it, and continued towards the Hall of the Undead, encountering many battlefields along the way.

But this time, Lin Hong didn't intervene.

Two days later.

Lin Hong came outside a village. He thought about it for a long time these days, and finally decided not to return to the Hall of the Dead.

"Those guys must be very anxious, right?"

Lin Hong smiled lightly, with his hands behind his back.

When he entered the village, his expression changed slightly, and he found that there were only old, weak, sick and disabled here.

A child came over: "Big brother, did you come to our village to recruit soldiers?"

"no……"

Lin Hong shook his head, secretly thinking that there is no one here, is it because of conscription?
This is understandable, how could there be no sacrifice in war.

"That's great!" The child was visibly relieved.

"Do you hate conscription?"

Lin Hong walked into the village and asked curiously.

The child nodded: "Well, Dad... Brother, and everyone has been arrested. Grandma said that she will definitely never come back..."

"Not necessarily, if the war is over, they will come back."

Lin Hong couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed his head.

"Yeah!" The child nodded vigorously.

Although this village is desolate, it has a good hospitality and welcomes Lin Hong's arrival.

……

The next day, early morning.

After a day, Lin Hong learned a lot about their views on the underworld, all of which were resentment.

Some old people even talked about the former underworld.

Pure oppression, the undead are not regarded as people, but slaves and animals, and they are reborn into animals at every turn.

Lin Hong was about to leave, but he saw a group of familiar people approaching and quickly put on masks.

He whispered softly: "Is it them?

"It's you?"

Fu Jiaojiao was also surprised to see him.

"What a coincidence, we meet again." Lin Hong nodded.

"Are you the village head here? We want to stay here for a day, and we will pay you."

Rice Porridge Dragon went to negotiate with the village chief.

The village chief smiled and said, "No payment is required, it's a vacant house, you can live in whatever you want."

"Thank you, mayor!"

When the porridge dragon heard this, a smile appeared on his face.

Soon, they checked in, and Fu Jiaojiao and Lin Hong passed by.

"Strange, why does that person make me feel weird?" Fu Jiaojiao whispered after entering the room.

"Is there a strange sense of familiarity?"

After a little silence, the Daughter of Death asked aloud.

Fu Jiaojiao nodded: "That's right, but we shouldn't know him."

On the other side, Lin Hong was sitting at the entrance of the village, chatting with the village chief without saying a word.

"Why don't you charge?"

Lin Hong asked curiously.

Seeing Fu Jiaojiao and the others coming, he didn't intend to leave, and planned to stay and see the situation.

The village head showed a wry smile: "No matter how much money is, what is the use to us, we might as well help if we can."

"I see……"

Lin Hong nodded slightly, expressing his understanding.

He stretched himself, turned and walked into the village: "Village Chief, I'll stay for a few more days."

"it is good."

The village chief nodded.

But suddenly, the earth shook and the mountains shook.

Lin Hong's expression changed slightly: "What's going on?"

"This...monster!"

The village chief stood up and looked into the distance, his face instantly filled with fear.

I saw that it was an endless monster, galloping towards it, roaring loudly.

Lin Hong frowned: "It's strange, it's all right, why are there so many monsters?"

In fact, since the Lord of the Undead killed Bo Anzhi, monsters have appeared, but because Bo Anzhi died very far away, these monsters have not attacked until now.

"It's not good, young and old, come out quickly!!"

The village head shouted loudly.

Soon, people from the village came out to gather, and there were less than thirty people in total.

"What happened?" Fu Jiaojiao and others rushed over.

When they saw the monsters attacking all over the mountains and plains, their faces changed.

"How could this be?"

The Daughter of Death took out her dagger, frowning slightly,
(End of this chapter)