Full-Time Magister: What kind of demonic tree is this? It's clearly a sacred tree!

Chapter 67 Familiar

"We'll have to go to the next village. If the next village is the same, we'll have to go back," the veiled woman said.

The short man nodded hurriedly; he meant the same thing.

Zhang Chen and the other two shared the same idea, so they naturally agreed.

"They're gone, they're gone. You won't find anything here. They might have migrated. Don't be so pessimistic," the short man said to his muscular companion.

The strong man remained rational. Finding no signs of mass deaths, he began to lead the way to the next village, Huacun.

"It's a two-day journey from here to Huacun. I originally planned to spend the rest of the night in Yangyang Village to save some garlic—but it looks like we'll run out of garlic halfway there," the short man said to everyone with a serious expression.

Clearly, the shortage of grey garlic is the most serious problem.

The short man suggested returning to the ancient capital first, and then coming back once the strong man had obtained some of this stuff from his clan. The strong man said that it would take him at least several months to get this gray garlic.

How could Zhang Chen and the other two possibly wait three months? By then, it would be too late.

Before they could speak, the bearded follower said, "Let's just charge in. Going back would be a waste of time. Just lead the way."

"Don't be reckless," the veiled woman said at this moment. She glanced at the short man and said in a soft voice, "As I've traveled along, I've discovered that not all areas are teeming with the undead."

We should refrain from using gray garlic in the latter half of the night, and only consume it if we encounter an overwhelming number of earth spirits that we cannot handle.

"That's a good idea." The short man hurriedly nodded in agreement. Mo Fan's eyes were practically glued to her, and he even claimed to Zhang Chen that he was monitoring her to prevent her from doing anything bad.

Zhang Chen sensed a familiar aura from Yangyang Village, like the smell of something good.

According to the veiled woman, people did not continue using gray garlic in the latter half of the night.

After leaving Yangyang Village for about three or four miles, everyone could clearly feel that the gazes of the spirits around them had become less friendly.

The spirits in this area wander freely, in twos and threes, mostly the rotting corpses of servants. Apart from being horrifying to look at, they are nothing special.

"They're here," the short man warned the group.

A rotting corpse that was sharpening its teeth on a rock seemed to smell the aroma of human flesh. It turned its head with a creaking sound, and its green pupils locked onto the veiled woman closest to it.

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The veiled woman's eyes showed no emotion, and she didn't even show the usual panic and disgust she would have towards this nasty thing.

The bearded follower had already taken an extra step to the side, and beneath his feet, an icy star map appeared as if frozen leaves.

"Ice Lock!"

With a flick of his wrist, the bearded follower conjured a thick, steel-like chain from the misty ice crystals.

The chains flew straight towards the rotting corpse that was trying to attack the veiled woman, binding it tightly in an instant.

"Crush the bone!"

The bearded follower clenched his fist, and the ice lock suddenly tightened!

"Giggle giggle————"

The bones were crushed, and the sound made sent chills down one's spine. Zhang Chen frowned.

This looks like just a slave-level rotting corpse, doesn't it?

Within seconds, the rotting corpse turned into a frozen mass of soft flesh. Although it was not completely dead, it was completely unable to move.

"Ali, don't waste your magic power," the woman in black silk said, noticing that the bearded follower had used mid-level magic to deal with a single corpse.

The bearded follower named Ali hurriedly performed a strange bow, looking as if he were listening to a lecture.

Along the way, it was mostly the short man and the veiled woman's two attendants who were dealing with the wandering undead.

Zhang Chen only acted when he saw any suspicious-looking spirits. Unbeknownst to him, a middle-aged man at a distance in the group was cursing at him: "Where did this kid come from! So clumsy! Doesn't he know any respect for the dead?!"

They were quite lucky; they didn't stumble upon any gravesites and remained safe until nearly midnight, saving them a considerable amount of food.

"It'll be dawn in about an hour." The short man glanced at his watch.

"I thought the undead of the ancient capital were so powerful, but they're just a bunch of brainless idiots!" The bearded follower Ali laughed.

"Brother, please don't say that. The Land of the Dead is very eerie. You really can't say things like that!" the burly man said at this moment.

Ali, the attendant, didn't take it seriously and just grinned.

Ahead lay a patch of loose, black mud. The clouds in the sky were incredibly thick and hung very low.

"Rip!"

Suddenly, a pale white bolt of lightning ripped open this narrow space, illuminating the oppressive black sky and the endless black earth, making one feel as if they were walking inside an endless black box.

The air suddenly became heavy and oppressive. As thunder roared incessantly above the clouds, large raindrops began to fall, hitting the ground heavily and splashing up tiny mud clumps!

Upon sensing the rain, Zhang Chen's expression changed drastically! He immediately thought to Mo Fan, "This rain is problematic! It's exactly the same as the rain during the Bo City disaster! Prepare for battle!"

Mo Fan's face immediately darkened. Did this mean that the Black Vatican was going to use the same methods to destroy the ancient city again?

"Damn it, it's raining!!" the short man cursed.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a torrential downpour began, white lightning flashed, and the sky and earth were filled with the reflection of rainwater, forming a dense, continuous expanse.

The rain was heavy, washing away the loose soil, making each step a muddy mess.

Lightning struck again, and suddenly a blood-red stain washed over by the rain came into everyone's view.

Blood flowed past their feet, a truly horrifying sight. The dense rain made it impossible to see anything ahead, so for a moment, no one knew whether or not to eat the grey garlic.

"Hurry up, the rain will wash away the garlic smell we're exhaling!" the burly man reminded everyone at this moment.

"So, gray garlic can't be used on rainy days?" Mo Fan said.

"right!"

"Come here, everyone!" Zhang Chen said, and a huge, blunt cone-shaped transparent barrier extended from him, blocking the raindrops falling within a radius of twenty meters.

He Yu had already drawn half of the star trail, but after seeing Zhang Chen's barrier, she thought for a moment and gave up casting the spell.

In fact, Zhang Chen had already forgotten that He Yu was a water mage. "Is everything alright now?" Zhang Chen asked the short man. "As long as you don't get wet in the rain, you'll be fine!" The short man looked at the huge transparent barrier above his head and said, "Then let's hurry up! Let's find a safe place first. I can feel the undead getting more and more violent!" Zhang Chen gestured for him to lead the way. The woman in the veil was wondering what kind of spiritual realm this person had, since he could create such a large spatial barrier with just a wave of his hand. After hearing his words, she glanced at him, deep in thought.

Upon hearing this, the short man immediately led the way, saying, "This place is a plain, and the ground is almost teeming with the undead. We can only head towards the Qinling Mountains. There's a Blood Beast Cave there; our team killed the blood beasts there a year ago, so there shouldn't be any demons living there yet!"

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