Versatile Mage: Lord of Space

The surroundings weren't too strange along the way, and I could even appreciate the saintess's charm.

Asariya's outfit was stunning. Despite the cold weather, she was still wearing a silk robe embroidered with colorful birds. A soft, bright red shawl hung down luxuriously, swaying as she walked. Her slender waist and rounded curves were rhythmically concealed and revealed under the shawl.

Lin Lan and Mo Fan walked at the back of the group, while the short man and his brothers walked in front, and Asariya was very close to Lin Lan.

Whether it was Asariya's intention or not, Asariya was very fond of strength... Lin Lan had been flattered by the short man all the way, so it's not surprising that Asariya could tell that Lin Lan was a minor expert.

Mo Fan followed closely behind, his eyes unable to leave the body stretched taut by the silk robe without a single wrinkle. From the waist to the beautiful buttocks to the slender legs, and from the long legs to the fair and delicate feet... it seemed that every part of her was full of temptation and alluring!

Mo Fan almost had an epic moment. He was a man who had seen a lot of the world and had seen plenty of beautiful women. In any case, he had one by his side. However, the stunning allure of this woman in black stockings and retro style became stronger as they spent more time together.

The short man was even worse; his eyes were practically crooked, constantly glancing at the black stockings. If the guards next to Asaria noticed the lustful look in his small eyes, they might gouge them out.

"Mo Fan, what do you think of this woman?" Lin Lan asked in a low voice.

"Awesome," Mo Fan said without hesitation.

"I'm asking about her strength, not her figure." Although Lin Lan had also been observing Asariya for a long time, he was trying to figure out her strength while admiring her. Unfortunately, he couldn't tell anything about Asariya without her using magic.

To be fair, those black stockings are really cool... My mental energy is automatically targeting them, I'm not afraid some undead will crawl out of the ground.

However, Lin Lan was certain of Ashariya's magic type...

None of the women who frequented the Parthenon were simple, and Xin Xia was no exception.

She may appear to be a weak woman, and she may seem to possess a saintly heart, but in that kind of place, having either of these qualities would mean certain death.

"I can't tell her strength, but she's probably using dark magic. The dark aura around her is very obvious. Speaking of which, Lanzi, you can't tell this woman's strength either..." Mo Fan said.

What one cultivates can easily influence one's temperament and aura. Although this woman is filled with burning desire, she also exudes dark characteristics. Mo Fan cultivates the shadow magic and has some knowledge of black magic.

Of course, those who practice dark magic are not necessarily bad people. Even those who practice curse magic are considered to be practicing normally as long as they abide by the conventions of the Magic Association.

The key point is that even Lin Lan couldn't discern this woman's strength, so she must be very powerful...

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As night fell, no one knew whether spirits might suddenly crawl out of the earth.

Without a guide, finding Yangyang Village would require repeatedly traversing this land of the dead. And so, this burly man started rummaging through things.

"Here, eat this." The burly man pulled out a gray, garlic-like thing from the package on his back.

This person was strong and healthy, an ordinary person, with no magical aura and seemingly lacking the vitality of an ordinary person.

"What is this?" Mo Fan asked.

This gray stuff looks a bit like a sweet potato, and a bit like a large garlic clove; it's a local specialty.

"This is grey garlic, used to mask the life force of the living. With it, the dead won't attack us. And there's a limited quantity of it," the dwarf explained.

Gray garlic grows in places where the dead gather, feeding on the flesh and blood of the dead and the aura of death.

If you do the math, eating grey garlic is no different from eating human flesh.

But that's alright. Good watermelons are watered with manure and urine every day, and they're incredibly sweet in the summer.

Mo Fan felt a little hungry, and since this little thing could evade the undead, he was just about to take a bite when he heard Lin Lan's reminder.

"Something's about to emerge from the ground..." Lin Lan was a sound-based mage, so she could hear every sound clearly. The soil beneath her feet, mixed with fine white sand, began to show signs of loosening...

No one spoke. At first glance, it looked like the vegetables and fruits that the farmers had worked so hard to grow were about to sprout. The big, strong man immediately handed the gray garlic to the group, and the short man's solemn expression told everyone what was going to happen next!

"Gulu~~"

The short man's Adam's apple visibly moved.

Having lived in this land of the dead for so many years, my heart still beats wildly every time night falls. Even when I'm not in the ancient capital, but in other cities, that unease and panic still arises as soon as night falls.

"Eat the gray garlic quickly!" the short man urged everyone.

Mo Fan ate it in one bite, then immediately spat it out...

"Damn it, this garlic is worse than shit! I'd rather go and fight the undead!" Mo Fan cursed angrily.

Asariya and her two companions followed without hesitation, swallowing the unpalatable gray garlic in one bite.

"You're brave enough, Mo Fan," Lin Lan teased.

Lin Lan didn't eat any either. She wanted to see how many undead there were first. Every piece of gray garlic she ate was one less piece available, so it might have some effect.

"High-level mages are just different." The short man didn't say anything. If there weren't many undead, a single high-level spell could wipe them all out. Lin Lan was the older brother, so even if his younger brother, Mo Fan, vomited, he couldn't say anything.

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

A sound, as if something filthy was stuck in his throat, suddenly came from the ground. Lin Lan turned around and was shocked to see a head swarming with maggots poking out, its eyes drooping and its chin drooping...

As if it were stuck by something, only its head was sticking out, while its body was still buried in the soil. As soon as it saw Lin Lan, it moved towards Lin Lan like a starving person seeing a golden chicken leg!
Mo Fan also has them, and even more than Lin Lan has.

These things were just lowly servants, and they were really ugly.

"Sprouting boom." Lin Lan showed no mercy and kicked the undead in the head.

The head was most likely separated from the neck. This volley sent the head arcing through the air before slamming it into another undead, splattering its contents everywhere.

The two heads fell to the ground, and could no longer make a sound.

"Ughh ...

The roars rose and fell, filling the air around Lin Lan and Mo Fan.

Lin Lan could sense that there was a tomb below, and it must have been quite old; the stone bricks were completely rotten.
There were more than twenty half-corpses and half-skeletons lying haphazardly in the tomb. As if they had heard the call from the fallen head, they suddenly crawled out of the tomb with bloodshot eyes!
The skeletons' bones were blackened, indicating they were likely poisoned to death. Judging from the tools scattered around them, they were probably buried with some ancient general. Lin Lan originally thought that twenty or so skeletons would be a lot, but who knew that there was another tomb below the burial site, from which skeletons kept emerging, each one covered in blood and looking extremely ferocious!

The undead legions are still pouring in...

The roaring sounds from underground continued to come. Others could not sense them, but Lin Lan could feel that there was a very powerful aura below.

This must be the burial site of a Qing Dynasty official. The number of people buried with him and the craftsmen is comparable to the burial of an emperor... These skeletons are alright, we can actually handle them if a fight breaks out. The real problem is that there might be some old ministers in the tomb who were extremely powerful sorcerers in life and turned into undead generals after death. That would be a disaster.

"Mo Fan, start eating." This place is indeed not to be trifled with. Lin Lan casually chewed the gray garlic, as long as it had some flavor.

Upon hearing this, Mo Fan no longer hesitated, picked up the gray garlic and started eating. "Actually, this stuff is not bad if you chew it carefully." Mo Fan picked up the gray garlic and took a big bite, his expression as ugly as could be.

(End of this chapter)