Versatile Mage: Lord of Space

Once the large corpse is dealt with, these rotting corpses will be like headless flies, and dealing with them will be a piece of cake.

"Let's find somewhere to shelter from the rain. It feels like this rain isn't going to stop for another day or two," Lin Lan said.

This land is not only home to great corpse generals, but also to many commander-level corpse ministers.

These undead are all highly responsive to a call. If you encounter a few Corpse Ministers who can summon thousands of undead, it will be very difficult to deal with them.

“Let’s go to the Qinling Mountains. I know a place where there are no Qinling demons,” the short man said.

……

It rained for three days straight, and during those three days, the group of people entertained themselves with small games.

The journey to Huacun was unusually peaceful, though we encountered groups of spirits, but we managed to get through them safely using the gray garlic.

However, upon arriving at Huacun, the group was once again bewildered by the deserted village!
Why have the people of Huacun disappeared too? Entering the village, the village paths were a scene of devastation: destroyed wooden houses, scattered haystacks, and patches of brown bloodstains...

It's obvious this place has been attacked, but why is there no one here?

"Oh, I'm dying of thirst! I hope this well isn't dirty." The short man saw a well in the center of the village and immediately ran over.

Looking down, the short man saw a dark, deep well. Just as he was thinking about how to pump the water up, suddenly a face emerged from the well and almost touched his own.

Both faces were startled. The short man fell back down, and a heavy "plop" came from the well!
Everyone turned around and, seeing the short man's appearance, knew that someone was in the well.

……

The young man, soaking wet, was greatly relieved to see that the person who had fallen into the well was alive.

"Are you Hong Jun?" The burly man recognized the young man and quickly moved closer.

“You are… oh, you’re the seedling from the next village!” Hong Jun recognized the strong man.

"What happened in the village? Why is there no one here? Do you know where everyone from Yangyang Village has gone?" asked the burly man, Fang Youmiao.

“I don’t know where the people from your village went, but I have to go down and say hello to everyone first. If we don’t come out for some fresh air, everyone will be suffocating,” Hong Jun said.

……

It was a small well, but hundreds of villagers were climbing out of it one by one, which left the group dumbfounded. How deep must the well be to hold so many people?
The villagers climbed out one by one and gathered around the well, not daring to leave the area to go to other parts of the village.

Huacun was attacked by undead, and the villagers had no choice but to hide in a well.

It was all thanks to Zhang Xiaohou's wind manipulation; otherwise, it would have been impossible for them to deal with more than a dozen undead. Nobody knew why the well water that had been protecting them had disappeared...

Finally, when the man and woman climbed out of the well at the same time.

Mo Fan shouted, "Monkey! Your older brothers have finally found you! Thank goodness you're alright!"

But Zhang Xiaohou simply followed the girl. He walked past them like a stranger.

Zhang Xiaohou looked very blank, as if he had genuinely lost his memory.

"Do you know him?" Su Xiaoluo asked.

“The monkey must have amnesia…” Lin Lan said.

Zhang Xiaohou discovered the secret of the Black Sect, was infected with the Death Worm, and was being monitored. It would be strange if he didn't pretend to have amnesia. The higher-ups of the Black Sect were watching closely, and Lin Lan couldn't expose him.

"It's good that you're not dead, it's good that you're not dead!" Compared to Lin Lan's calmness, Mo Fan ran over and patted Zhang Xiaohou on the shoulder, then took a deep breath.

……

The morning light was still veiled by the clouds, casting a dim and indistinct glow over the village. The rain had stopped, but the clouds hadn't dispersed. They lingered, piled up all day above this salty land.

“Fu Da… oh no, Zhang Xiaohou, I thought you were going to be a blockhead for the rest of your life. Someone’s come to pick you up.” Su Xiaoluo said with a bright smile.

"I'm not leaving," Zhang Xiaohou said hurriedly to Su Xiaoluo, as if afraid of losing something.

“That won’t do. Your friend said you’re a soldier, and he’ll take you back for treatment. Maybe your amnesia will be cured?” Su Xiaoluo said.

"I..." Zhang Xiaohou didn't know how to express what he wanted to say, so he just stared at Su Xiaoluo.

“What do you mean by leaving? We’ve decided, while it’s still light out, let’s move to the ancient capital as soon as possible…” Hong Jun said to Zhang Xiaohou and Su Xiaoluo as he walked over.

"Are we leaving the village?" Su Xiaoluo asked, looking up.

“Yes, the village is no longer safe. If we stay any longer, we’ll all die here,” Hong Jun said.

As he spoke, Hong Jun pointed in another direction, where village chief Xie Sang was already mobilizing the villagers to pack their bags.

Lin Lan looked at the man named Hong Jun.

This Diao Mao is a lackey of the Black Sect, but we can't eliminate him now. If we do, Salang might jump out and kill the person who has repeatedly thwarted our plans.

No hurry, no hurry.

“I also think it would be better for you to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.” Mo Fan nodded.

“Alright, Zhang Xiaohou, let’s go together.” Su Xiaoluo smiled.

Zhang Xiaohou nodded repeatedly, clearly having become Su Xiaoluo's follower; wherever she went, he went.

Mo Fan looked at Zhang Xiaohou's pig-like appearance and shook his head helplessly.

Lin Lan and I went through so much trouble to come here to find you, but you're here picking up girls!
He Yu is right here at the ancient capital's academy. Aren't you afraid that a sudden surge of waves from He Yu will sweep you away?

……

Of the village's hundred residents, only about thirty were willing to leave, and most of them were young people.

Xie Sang sighed when he saw so many people remaining in the village.

Su Xiaoluo tried to persuade them, but those people just urged them to leave quickly.

With no other choice, the group of more than thirty people had no choice but to pack their bags and set off for the ancient capital.

Asariya left with her two attendants, and before leaving, she specifically asked Lin Lan's name.

Perhaps they admired Lin Lan's talent, or perhaps they wanted to learn more about Lin Lan before the World University Competition.

……

They walked for a very long time, and the spirits along the way did not react to them, which showed that neither the gray garlic nor the villagers' well water had failed to protect them.

Seeing that the spirits were not attacking them as usual, the villagers breathed a sigh of relief and walked more calmly, otherwise every step they took felt like needles in the soles of their feet.

"Strange, our well water god's protection is fine, so why were we attacked by so many undead that day?" Su Xiaoluo's face was full of doubt.

"Could it be that only that group are mutant undead? If so, then all this trouble we went through to relocate them is really pointless," Hong Jun said.

Lin Lan had to admit that Hong Jun was a real actor; if every member of the Black Education Bureau became an actor, they could all win an Oscar. (End of Chapter)