Undead Farm

Chapter 1 Undead and Goblins
Ye Sangen shook his drowsy head and half sat up.

"coffin?"

Looking at the rotten black wood next to him, he frowned and raised his hand.

It was pale and bloodless, but the flesh was still there.

"Me, the undead?"

Ye Sangeng patted his face, his tentacles were cold and stiff, after sighing deeply, he pulled a piece of rags around his waist, and climbed out of the shallow pit where he buried himself.

Naturally, there was no monument erected in front of the pit, and even the coffin he lay in was just made of a few rotten door panels.

And the small mounds that were randomly raised around it proved that this was just a place of mass burials.

After touching his belly, he felt a strong sense of hunger, which made Ye Sangen's frown deepen.

He looked around and found a strange plant growing on a mound not far away. The grass-like thing shone faintly in the night, and seemed to have a little fragrance.

Hunger drove Ye Sangeng to approach it with stiff steps, took it off and threw it into his mouth.

"sweet……"

After a few chews, a cold breath flowed from the throat down to the stomach, and even the drowsy brain felt better.

In the middle of the night, his eyes lit up, and he continued to look for this kind of luminous weed.

Unfortunately, after some searching, only four were found. After chewing two at midnight, a mysterious voice suddenly came from his head.

[Resuscitation completed, system is being connected...]

[After the connection is completed, the disguise is started and the basic functions are turned on. 】

[You have acquired the Undead Resuscitation Skill. 】

[You have gained the item identification skill. 】

[You have obtained the mark of the undead. 】

[The building function is activated. 】

[Zizi...the connection has been disconnected...]

"The mark of the dead?"

For some reason, Ye Sangeng was not surprised by this voice, he read silently, and a blue word appeared in his mind.

[Mark of the Undead] As an undead, you must swallow a large amount of living energy to maintain your disguise. When holding this mark, every 10 points of living energy gained can be converted into 1 point of soul energy.

Maintenance consumption: 10 soul energy per day (will be deducted at dawn).

Looking at the flickering hexagram on his heart, Ye Sangen shook his head.

He naturally knows what undead means, a race that is almost extinct on the Holy Stone Continent. Once the remaining poor people are discovered, they will only end up as a result. Even the most disgusting and hated pig-headed people are not so awful.

And this camouflage effect should be able to cover up his undead aura, so that he won't be seen through at a glance, but the price is that it needs to consume a lot of soul energy.

Soul energy is the energy of undead creatures. By devouring living beings, they can use the transformed soul energy to keep their souls immortal. The powerful can even use this to cast destructive magic, and the catastrophe of the undead is also coming This is where it comes from.

Ye Sangen glanced at his own soul energy:

3/15.

The upper limit was very low, but the 3 soul points that came out of thin air made him a little surprised, until he saw the silver leaf grass in his hand.

[Silver Leaf Grass] A strange plant bred from corpses, containing highly poisonous substances. (After eating, the soul energy will be +1, and it can be implanted into fresh corpses for breeding.)
"This plant called Silver Leaf Grass can actually restore soul energy?"

He ate a total of 3 silver-leaf grasses, so he had exactly 3 points of soul energy. Facing such a magical plant, Ye Sangen felt that it should not be wasted, so he casually clamped it on the rag around his waist.

"Fresh corpses..."

When I was picking silver-leaf grass, I discovered in the middle of the night that there was no new soil in the mass graves. Maybe it had been abandoned long ago. Just when I was regretting it, I suddenly heard a rustling sound in the distance. I looked at it intently. It seemed like someone was coming with a torch.

He looked around and hid directly behind an old dead tree, which was big enough to conceal his figure.

It really doesn't work...

In the middle of the night, he looked at a mound not far away and pursed his lips.

"Brother, do you think that thing is really here?" A hoarse voice came from afar.

"Of course! My grandma said that she had seen that kind of poisonous weed when she came here to dig graves when she was young. Just a little bit can make people rot and die."

"Then, will anyone find out?"

"Idiot! As long as you do it quickly, this method of death will definitely be considered as the work of those evil undead, you are afraid of a ball!"

"Oh, brother, do you think there are still undead in this world? I heard the old man said that this place was a mass grave hundreds of years ago, and many dead people were buried here. Could it be..."

"Damn it! Have you heard of the Holy Silver Church? They have a magic that can monitor the aura of the undead in the entire continent. As long as there is a little aura of the undead, the pile of silver cans will appear immediately. Where do you think there will be undead?" ?”

"That's it, hey, it's here!"

Ye San stuck his head out to take a closer look, and was suddenly startled.

that's not human

It was two goblins carrying shovels and hoes and holding torches.

"Holy Silver Church? It seems that this camouflage effect must be maintained."

Ye Sangen gathered his mind. Creatures like goblins are both timid and vicious, and they are very greedy and evil. However, they usually appear in groups, and now there are only two of them here.

Based on what they just overheard, it seems that they wanted to find some silver leaf grass to poison someone.

It's a pity that the silver leaf grass was planed off by him.

"Hey, why not?"

Sure enough, the voice of goblin croaking came again.

"Impossible, that kind of thing will keep growing as long as no one picks it. Could it be that my grandma remembered it wrong?"

The goblin wearing a half linen scarf scratched his scalp, then suddenly threw the torch on the ground, and said loudly:
"wrong!"

"Look, the soil here has traces of being lifted up, and here, there are footprints..."

"Someone!"

With a swipe, it pulled out a small machete from its waist, while another thin guy raised the shovel in his hand.

Not every goblin can have a decent weapon.

"Brother, what, what should we do?" the thin goblin asked tremblingly.

If there were ten brothers, it would dare to charge against the tall human knees, if there were a hundred brothers, it could even attack the village together, but now there are only two of them...

The timid nature began to occupy its mind.

"Why are you panicking? I just learned a knife technique from your brother. Even if he is a peasant, I can chop him alive!"

The scarf goblin swung the machete fiercely, and the sound of the wind breaking made him very satisfied.

If that guy is not poisoned to death today, he will be killed by the other party. He must get this poisonous weed!
It's just that the little guy I brought here is really useless, but I was so scared when I heard someone, I wiped it, why did my pants get wet?

"Giggle, you, you, your back, your back..."

"Behind what?"

The Scarf Goblin turned around suspiciously...

(End of this chapter)