Versatile Mage: Possessed by the Black Snake at the beginning

After entering the village, the night watchman took them directly to the creek at the end of the village.

According to the villagers, this seemingly frequent stream actually has the effect of purifying corpse poison.

The entire village is not big, probably not as vast as a manor owned by some rich family. It only takes about ten minutes to get from the entrance to the end of the village.

The village was very quiet, and they didn't see anyone alive except the old man on the night watch as they walked, which made everyone feel scared.

"There are a lot of undead around. The village is isolated. When I walked in, I didn't see anyone breathing. Could it be a ghost village? Only the undead don't attack the undead." Wang Tong said in a low voice.

The appearance of this village is indeed very similar to the ghost villages described in those ghost novels. It seems that the rooms are not filled with living people, but coffins.

The meals they were served looked sumptuous, but were actually filled with all kinds of weeds, mud, and yellow paper.

The more Wang Tong thought about it, the more frightened he became, and finally he squeezed in next to Tang Jinxing.

Although the little aunt on Tang Jinxing's shoulder is also scary, it is much better than these ghosts and ghosts.

Zhang Xiaohou, who was pushed aside, was dumbfounded. After all, he was a Wei Mage, but he was still afraid of these things.

"Stop thinking nonsense. People in the village are probably asleep. There is no TV or Internet. What can you do if you don't sleep?"

"You are young and know nothing. There was no internet in my village at that time, but we could still get together to play cards and drink some wine." Wang Tong was very resentful and wondered if his phone was burned.

Zhang Xiaohou rolled his eyes and was too lazy to pay attention to Wang Tong. He was simply sick!

There are undead everywhere in this damn place. If you are drinking and playing cards in the village, this is not how you want to die.

Speaking of which, this Yangyang Village is a primitive village, but Zhang Xiaohou discovered that they have a strange folk custom, that is, a dog's claw plant is planted in front of every house.

Dog's claw is a common name, but it should actually be called gray plum.

Zhang Xiaohou only learned about gray plums after arriving in the ancient capital. For some reason, he always felt that he had seen these gray plums before.

"Brother Tang, do you have any impression of those gray plums?" Zhang Xiaohou asked in a low voice.

Tang Jinxing also looked a little thoughtful, and he also felt a little familiar.

After a while, he finally remembered and said: "Monkey, isn't this what some elderly people in your city of Bo would hang on their doorsteps during the Qingming Festival?"

Hearing what Tang Jinxing said, Zhang Xiaohou was also suddenly enlightened.

In the past, during the Qingming Festival, grandma would always hang these gray plums at the door of her house, but these years when she went to work in Wei Fang, he gradually forgot about them.

Zhang Xiaohou asked a little strangely: "Brother Tang, the ancient capital and Bo City are so far apart, why are these customs so similar?"

"I don't know, just like slippers are called slippers all over the world, it might be a coincidence." Tang Jinxing squinted his eyes and said casually.

He vaguely remembered that there seemed to be some connection between Bo City, the village, and the ancient king, but he couldn't be sure, so he simply stopped talking about it.

There were no vacancies in the village, so the old night watchman directly arranged for them to live in a thatched hut for one night. Fortunately, they were all Wei mages, so they could overcome no matter how difficult and harsh the environment was.

He fell asleep as soon as he was covered with clothes.

Early the next morning, everyone was led by the old man watching the night to finish their meal and then went to the village hall.

The whole village was extremely quiet last night, but during the day, this village was no different from other villages, or even more lively.

The villagers looked at the group of outsiders as if they were aliens. They all gathered on both sides of the road and finally gathered at the entrance of the village hall.

The village is so small, and the village hall is not even big, with only a small courtyard.

In the center of the small courtyard, a large copper foil is placed very conspicuously, filled with cold and clear stream water, with many pebbles at the bottom.

Each pebble is engraved with a name. The inscriptions are very sloppy, and even the edges of the writing are clearly carved.

"This is called a soul-soothing stone. The relatives of people who have left our village, whether old or young, will have their names engraved on it to prevent them from associating with people outside."

The voice was very dull, but everyone understood why the scratches on it were so scrawled.

Tang Jinxing didn't know whether this was superstition or a good hope, but it was a magical world after all, so it might have some effect.

There were several old people sitting in the village hall, basking in the sun leisurely. They didn't look like they lived in the land of the dead at all.

However, these old people are not the village chief. The village chief is a middle-aged man who is in charge. His crow's feet are a little obvious and his appearance is also a bit vicissitudes of life.

"I am the village chief here, you can just call me Fang Gu." Fang Gu said with a slight smile.

"Hello, village chief, do you have any news about the survey team?" Captain Qin Hu said straight to the point.

"They went to Huacun in the west. I heard people in their team mentioned it, but it would take two full days to get to Huacun from us."

"We are mages."

"I'm talking about the mage!" the village chief emphasized.

Everyone frowned when they heard this. After last night, they had a natural resistance to the land of the dead at night.

Even Tang Jinxing is not that relaxed. If it is just the undead army of the same level as last night, he can handle it, but once he encounters a few undead leaders, he will probably be slowed down.

The few of them chatted for a while, and Qin Hu finally asked the village chief and several older men about some methods of fending off the undead.

One is black garlic, which grows from dead people. It smells extremely stinky, like rotten meat that has been rotting for who knows how many days.

When they first took it out, even the defensive mages who were accustomed to harsh conditions couldn't help but retched.

Baby Yan Ji even covered her nose and ran into the summoning space with a look of disgust on her face.

If Tang Jinxing hadn't stopped him, Baby Yan Ji would have planned to burn the stinky black garlic with fire.

This thing is simple and crude, it uses the foul smell to block the breath of living people.

And the other method is even more unexpected, it is to hold your breath directly!

The breath of a living person is emitted between every breath and every breath. To explain it in a scientific way, it might be carbon dioxide?

Once there is no breath of living people, undead creatures with low vision and low IQ cannot distinguish the difference between humans and trees and stones.

No one knows whether these two methods are useful, but there is no better way now.

In a nervous mood, everyone welcomed the slow arrival of night.

As the setting sun gradually sets, the inner peace slowly dissipates, and boundless fear and trembling spread across this land of light.

It's getting dark again.