After the spirit sub-transfer goes wrong

"No one alive?"

The nameless undead man was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized what the frustrated brother meant: There are no "living people" in this land who would die completely in the usual sense.

In the entire land named Rodland, there are only undead who came to visit with missions.

The unknown person took out the element bottle presented by Oscar and took a sip. The scalding liquid flowed down his throat, and his body and even his soul seemed to become alive in this scalding liquid.

A wisp from the weak bonfire drifted into the element bottle, and the light green glass bottle was filled with elixir again.

"Actually, for me, it may be a gift to be like this now."

The nameless undead man touched his chest. There was a fatal penetrating wound there. A living person who suffered such a blow was bound to die. Being an undead man might have saved her life.

"Hmph, that depends on what you think."

Brother Huxin turned his head arrogantly, and then quietly observed her side from the corner of his eye.Seeing that she was just sitting by the campfire without any movement, she couldn't help but speak like an old lady.

"Why don't you take this opportunity to strengthen yourself, there should be soul and humanity in your package?"

"Well, the so-called soul is a white light cluster. The lower the quality, the dimmer and weaker the light is. The heavier the soul is, the heavier and brighter it is. Just crush those condensed souls, and you will They can be devoured to enhance your physical strength, endurance and even intelligence. Although there is no way to make up for the lost memories and emotions of the undead, it can effectively reduce your chances of being killed."

"Also, in this ancient land of kings, ordinary metal currency has lost the meaning of existence. It is the soul, and only the soul, that can be exchanged at an equivalent value. Whether it is a human soul or a demon's soul , or even the soul of an ancient dragon, the stronger the soul, the more powerful the items that can be exchanged for."

The nameless undead squinted at Bro Xinxin, wondering whether the number of souls in the pocket of the man opposite had dropped to zero.

The frustrated brother stared back angrily, but he still held back his anger and patiently gave this rookie science popularization who didn't know anything.

"Humanity is a kind of black, something like a small doll. When you devour it, your appearance will be restored, your reason and emotion will be restored for a short time, and even your luck will be slightly improved. When you are swallowed When killing, it can prevent you from becoming a crazy wandering spirit, of course, it is pure waste to use it for someone who has already become a wandering spirit."

"this?"

The disheartened man stared at the two little black spirits in the hands of the rookie, and almost exhausted all his reason to prevent himself from rushing greedily to snatch them.

The two wet and warm little black spirits are entangled like twins, the two white eyes blink from time to time, and they tremble slightly like breathing.Just putting it there creates an unparalleled attraction.

This is the treasure that all undead people dream of.

Then this rookie who just ran out from the Northern Undead Court crushed the twin humanity with a click.

……

"You idiot!"

The frustrated brother yelled angrily, looking like he wanted to knock her head off.

"The effectiveness of humanity can only last until you are killed by others! After being killed, the humanity that stays in the body for a short time will still be lost, except for occasions where it is necessary to crush it and turn it back into a living person to see other people's summoning charms. Don't use any of them!"

"I really don't know if you, who have used up your humanity now, will become a wandering spirit before you find the next one. You must know that there are two bells of awakening, and one is above this place. , the bell tower of the Undead Church, one mouth is below this place, in the ancient ruins deep in the sick village."

"Didn't you leave Undead Town?"

Brother Huxin simply kept silent, no matter how provocative she was, he would not answer any more.

The bored undead had no choice but to explore around the flame sacrificial field.

……

In this small place, the undead felt a certain emotion called "homecoming" for the first time.

Compared with the Northern Undead Temple, the air here is always filled with a thin but indispellable mist and the smell of smoke and fire. The once magnificent ruins tell the glory of the past, but now they are just a breeding ground for dark green creepers.

When she walked around here and saw the fire-proof woman kneeling silently behind the iron fence, and the clergyman behind a low wall, the feeling of peace of mind became stronger.

Finally, after exploring how to use the soul to strengthen abilities, the undead man, who thought he was fully prepared, confidently picked up Oscar's long sword and aimed at the long ladder at the end of the flame sacrificial field.

"Goodbye, I'm going to take risks in the undead town you mentioned~"

"You... Forget it, be careful yourself, the guys in Undead Town are really warm, hospitable, and hospitable."

The frustrated brother had a hesitant expression on his face, he didn't know what he thought of, but in the end he showed a gloating expression.

The immortal body of the undead is a good thing at this time, isn't it?

Although if you die too much, you will become a wandering spirit, but judging by the vigor of this guy, I'm afraid it will be a long time before he becomes like this. More experience is always worth it.

……

After walking past the wall of the chunky clergyman, there is a long staircase winding upwards, leading to the place called "Undead Town" in Brother Huoxin's mouth.

In fact, those places don't have any names. They say they are called Undead Towns, just because they are said to be full of undead people.

The nameless undead man was carrying a long sword and shield, with unusable red magic gloves stuffed in his waist, and walked briskly on the slippery moss towards the stairs, and when he was still some distance away from the wandering soul soldiers, stopped.

Those poor guys who are like dry wood only have the instinct of chasing flames and souls, and their other abilities are pitifully low. As long as they stand a little farther away and step lightly, these wandering souls will stand in place like puppets.

Holding the shield in front of him, the undead man tiptoed over, caught the moment when the wandering soldier turned his back and stabbed through the back, and—

Then she was hit right on the head by the flame pot that fell from the sky.

First, he was dizzy from being smashed by the broken pottery jar, and then the ignited kerosene was poured all over his body. What's more, while being ambushed by the soldiers behind him, someone even shot cold arrows on the steps!

When she was sitting by the campfire feeling angry about her lost soul, the frustrated brother next to her almost laughed heartily.

"I told you earlier, if Undead Town is so easy, I don't need to sit here to warm up! Hey, newcomer, if you can't pass Undead Town, come and sit with me and wait for death by the campfire, right? Anyway, the undead will eventually become wandering spirits, and it will be slower to gradually lose their minds by the campfire than becoming wandering spirits because they have been killed too many times."

"No need, I can do it." The nameless undead man retorted subconsciously, "I saw the terrain here, and there should be other places to go besides the undead town above. You can't fight everywhere. But, that's why you stay here?"

The frustrated man's face immediately turned dark purple, and he muttered:

"Soldiers, how can they be called dishes? This is called judging the situation and being good at protecting yourself, understand?"

The frustrated brother tried his best to defend himself, but he still felt a happy atmosphere around him.

……

The nameless man sat by the bonfire for a long time, tossing and turning, always thinking about the green thing on the ground, and finally couldn't help but started another adventure.

After the first time, she was obviously more cautious, and after only paying the price of three deaths, she successfully wiped out all the soldiers on the steps.The second time was because she was so complacent that she slipped and fell directly from the cliff into the abyss.

The nameless man crushed the ball of light on the ground, feeling the satisfaction of the lost soul and the soldier's soul residue pouring in, and a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

At the end of the stairs, there is a narrow door. There is no visible light source inside. There is still water overflowing the feet on the ground. I don't know if it is dirty water or clean water.The nameless undead man held his shield and looked around the door for a long time. After finding that there were no suspicious wandering soldiers inside, he boldly stepped into the darkness.

There were only the rustling sounds of insects and mice behind her, and just as she turned around, there was a gust of wind rushing towards her from behind, and a set of combos followed.

"????"

The undead who hadn't reacted at all continued to sit in a daze beside the fire, and the discouraged man beside him mocked coolly:

"Let me just say, there is no future for ringing the bell, only the campfire is our destination."

The nameless undead man didn't speak, but silently straightened his clothes and gripped his weapon tightly.

She didn't believe it anymore, if she killed those wandering souls, couldn't she even kill a mouse?

……

The undead who managed to climb to the middle of the town, stepped on a pile of corpses, looked at the intricate buildings in all directions, and found a fatal flaw in himself.

She... lost her way.

Undead people are naturally able to sense bonfires. Although there are obviously bonfires in this city, and there are more than one, but... the building is too complicated, she doesn't know how to get there!After wandering around here for a long time, she still couldn't find the right way to the campfire.

Grinding his teeth gloomily, the undead walked slowly across a covered bridge and opened the wooden door.

The blue shield with patterns painted on it easily blocked the rusty dagger, making a "boom", and the undead man casually added a sight, and the guy who looked more like a zombie than a human immediately fell to the street.Holding the shield in one hand, the undead man took out the element bottle from his waist with the other, and took a big gulp.

Then in the next second, more than two weapons pierced through the undead man's shriveled body, and the "fruit orange" he just drank was immediately sprayed out again.