He took the script of an exorcism legend, but became the number one anti-fraud expert.

In the gaps of spiderweb nests in the humus forest,

Benjamin, Pete, and John hurriedly retreated.

Abbi was standing outside, along with a dozen or so soldiers behind him.

Pete's voice sounded hurried and fearful.

The undead he was talking about were currently trying to get up, their buttocks sticking out of their sockets.

"How can there be undead here... Oh no, this is a huge problem!" John wailed.

The undead, Benjamin only remembered that the description in "The Exorcism Manual" was very brief, and could be summarized as follows—

"Run if you see it."

In short, for those who still need to use the "Exorcism Manual" to learn exorcism, the undead are not the evil spirits they should face.

Benjamin was sweating as he observed carefully...

This undead man moved in all the same way as a normal person, wearing a long robe that was slightly dirty.

She was wearing a pair of leather boots, and judging from the gilded patterns on them, they must have been expensive.

Her hair was very long, a grayish-brown color that draped over her broad shoulders.

Judging from its physical appearance, if the Undead are divided into male and female, it should be male.

"Back off, we'll make sure everyone who can get away does," Pete muttered.

Benjamin knew that Pete was still worried that if everyone perished here, no one would help him find his daughter.

But he didn't want to give up like that.

Now that he has accumulated enough of both virtue and torment, if a real fight breaks out, given the numbers and his own test of perseverance, it's uncertain whether he can fight for a chance of survival.

The undead man stood up, twisting his shoulders and neck, making a cracking sound as he did so.

Her profile was visible, and she appeared extremely pale.

If it weren't for Pete's reminder, Benjamin wouldn't have been able to tell at a glance what made him any different from an ordinary person.

However, when he turned his head and looked at him directly,

Benjamin had to take a real breath.

Because the other side of the undead's face resembled a melted candle, with drooping eye sockets and a cheek hanging there like a lump of rotten flesh.

"Ugh!" John covered his mouth and nose with his arm, feeling nauseous at the sight before him.

Benjamin instinctively raised his gun, and Pete also pointed his brown Beth at the undead.

"Wait! Don't shoot yet, we can talk!"

"Um?"

The voices of the undead didn't sound particularly friendly, but their hoarse throats seemed to conceal a timid nature.

He held up one finger and waved it from side to side, indicating that Benjamin and the others should wait a moment.

Then, he took out a lump of white, soft clay from somewhere, kneaded it repeatedly in his palm, and finally stuck it to his face.

After rummaging around for a while, he turned his head again.

This time, his face finally looked like a human being.

"Hello, my name is Victor. Thank you for your help. If it weren't for you, I think the other half of my body would have been sucked dry by the spider, hahaha."

"..."

John said softly, "I feel like he's trying to tell a bad joke."

"Don't let your guard down!" Pete emphasized.

At this moment, both of them looked at Benjamin, hoping to get instructions for the next step.

Benjamin scanned the undead man who called himself Victor. If he wasn't mistaken, the clump of white slime in Victor's hand had been taken from the bronze ring with its intricate, aristocratic patterns on his finger.

So that's a storage ring.

"You are, a businessman?"

Upon hearing this, Viktor's stiff fake face immediately lifted up, his cheekbones twitching unnaturally. If the movement were any more violent, his entire face would probably collapse.

"That's right!! You're a smart person! I love dealing with smart people..."

Benjamin was overjoyed. First of all, he had saved the right "person," regardless of whether he was human or not, Victor was the one he was looking for.

Secondly, they do not face life-or-death crises.

Benjamin immediately stepped forward, and Pete warned him to be careful.

At a distance where only the two of them could hear, Benjamin said, "Listen, if you want to do business here, just identify yourself as a member of the Hod family, and I'll arrange for you to get into Windhowl Town."

"Hord? Is he a nobleman? Or from an exorcist family? If he's from an exorcist family, I have some good items I can trade with..."

Benjamin didn't want to touch him, after all, he didn't know which part of Victor's body was real.

He simply frowned, interrupting Victor's product pitch, which caused Victor to stare at Benjamin with a puzzled expression, deep in thought...

Viktor didn't seem to be stupid either; having traveled the world, he could tell at a glance whether the other party had good intentions or bad intentions.

Under Benjamin's "coercion and enticement," he only vaguely understood.

However, Benjamin had just mentioned wanting to do business here..., which piqued Victor's interest.

"Yes, I was sent by the Hod family."

Benjamin breathed a sigh of relief.

Pete looked at Benjamin with a puzzled expression. "Buddy, I don't know what the Hod family's background is, but the undead... if I remember correctly, they're beings that transcend the city-state of Hamlet. I've heard that the undead race is no less numerous than the human race..."

Victor immediately stepped forward and bowed politely: "My dear friend, you are truly knowledgeable. Indeed, I am from the Outer Realms, the 'King of the Tower' belonging to the 'Immortal Church.' But please forgive me, my arrival does not mean the undead will be at war with humanity. I have come solely in my personal capacity to..."

The Hod family...formed an alliance.

Benjamin breathed a sigh of relief; Victor had almost given himself away by saying it was a business deal when he introduced himself.

"My God, this is the first time I've ever heard of evil spirits allying with human families. Is this really true?" John still couldn't believe it.

"Hey! Watch your tone. Calling the noble undead a scourge is a recipe for disaster!" Victor finished with a stiff grin. "...However, if we can make a good deal, I'll certainly let bygones be bygones!"

"Uh-huh!" Benjamin cleared his throat, pretending to remind Victor that he could shut up.

It seems this undead fellow can't keep his mouth shut.

"A deal?" John asked, puzzled.

Benjamin stepped forward and explained, "That's right, the Horde family also formed an alliance with the Immortal Church because they have a cooperative relationship with it."

"..."

at this time,

'Giggle and clatter—'

From deep within the forest came a series of crisp, frequent sounds, like the joints of a puppet.

The spider web began to shake, and the shaking became more and more noticeable.

The soldiers retreated one after another; even though no one spoke, everyone understood...

The spider is here!

And quite a lot!

"Ah—! It's a spider! I'm terrified of spiders! Those damned spiders! They'll suddenly crawl onto your face, into your clothes! Those damned eight-legged monsters! They should have been wiped out long ago!"

Viktor screamed and ran outside, looking just like a terrified little princess.

Upon hearing Victor's description, Benjamin instantly understood why Victor, an undead, had been captured by spiders.

He also sighed inwardly, realizing that this guy, like himself, viewed spiders as a nightmare.