Why would someone awaken a ten-year-old child?
It was no different from dealing a heavy blow to the brain of a person whose intelligence had yet to fully mature!
"Your father awakened you?" Mo Fan frowned. His face was filled with anger.
It would ruin a child's future as a Magician!
It was certain that Little Tai had no chance of becoming an Intermediate Magician. His Spiritual Foundation was not strong enough, and his soul was damaged.
Little Tai shook his head. He was about to say something when he suddenly noticed a figure approaching the gate of the ancient city. It looked like a road, but it was only slightly more rutted than the dirt around it.
"My father is here," Little Tai's listless eyes finally regained their luster.
The man walked over. He was wearing a straw hat that blocked the wind and sand, hiding his face. His clothes were ragged, as if he had just been robbed.
Little Tai did not go out. He waited at the gate.
The man had also arrived at the gate. However, when he approached, Mo Fan, Mubai, Zhao Manyan, Zhang Xiaohou, Jiang Shaoxu, Ling Ling, and Song Feiyao all frowned. Their expressions were strange.
They did not need to look at the man's face. They could smell the aura that did not belong to a human.
Sure enough, under the bamboo hat was a pair of glowing green eyes. The face was so pale that there was no trace of blood. There was also a claw mark that had been ruthlessly torn open, revealing the cheekbones and teeth. In this small town that was usually empty in the middle of the night, it seemed even more strange and terrifying.
"Dad." Little Tai, however, was already used to this scene.
"Living dead," Mubai and Zhang Xiaohou blurted out at the same time.
The living dead had intelligence. It was obvious that he was not a mindless zombie. He stood there and stared at Mo Fan and the others.
"Are you here to take me away? Do you have to have the ability to do so?" The living dead wearing the bamboo hat smiled arrogantly.
When he opened his mouth, his front teeth were exposed, and there was still blood between his teeth. It seemed that he had just finished his vicious act.
"We found this place by searching for some ancient traces. Were you the one who protected this section of the wall in the past? We want to know the meaning of the carvings on the wall." Ling Ling asked.
They had seen plenty of zombies in the Ancient Capital. However, they never expected Little Tai to be alone in this small town every day, waiting for his return to be an undead. Someone who was already dead.
"This is a door that leads to a mausoleum. I'm a mausoleum keeper, I've been … I don't even remember how long it's been, "the undead answered frankly.
"How do we get in?" Mofan asked.
"It's very simple. Just walk towards me. Once you walk out of the city gate, you will enter the tomb," the undead man said.
"Father, they're not bad people," Little Tai hurriedly said.
"But Father, I'm not a good person." The undead grinned. He glared at Mofan and the others with his green eyes and said, "I just killed someone."
"That person deserved to die," Mofan said.
"You know who it was?" The undead man was surprised.
"If it was the person who awakened your son, he did deserve to die," Mofan said.
"He has harmed many people who are clueless about magic, and sold the Awakening Stones at a high price," the undead man said after a while.
"Besides, the Awakening Stones are not recognized by the Magic Association. Even if they have reached a certain age, once they reach a certain age, the Magic Association will arrest them as heretics. Their lives will be ruined," Mubai added.
"Hehe, it seems like you aren't the Hunters who are eager to use me as a reward," the undead man took off his bamboo hat and placed it at the foot of the wall.
"We aren't here to harm you. We just want to know the meaning of the carvings on the wall. If it's a door, how do we open it? Where does it lead to?" Mofan returned to the topic.
The undead man held the bamboo hat with one hand while waving his other hand at Little Tai, signaling him to come to his side.
Mofan did not stop him. He allowed Little Tai to come to the undead man's side. They did not intend to use Little Tai to threaten him, either.
"Since I'm guarding this place, what do you think I'm trying to do? I'm trying to stop random people like you from barging in. Otherwise, why would I be called the guardian of the tomb?" The undead man hid Little Tai behind him. He was speaking more forcefully now.
"Since you're guarding the place, you have to let those who deserve to go in. For example, can those who can defeat you enter? "Mofan took a few steps forward.
"You seem very confident. Don't forget that I've told you before that I've lived for a very, very long time," the undead man's eyes flashed with a sharp light.
If it weren't for the fact that the living dead looked like a corpse, it would be no different from a normal human being. Among the Undead creatures, the more "human-like" Undead creatures were, the higher their levels would be.
A complete mind was what most undead yearned for. They were born strong and had an undying body. If their minds were normal, wouldn't they have ruled Earth a long time ago?
Of course, there was another standard to measure them, and that was how long they had lived!
"Let's make it simple. If we defeat you, will you let us through the door?" we asked.
"I won't tell you whether I've lost or not," the undead man answered.
"Father, why is that? If they win, shouldn't you tell them? After all, you've lost," Little Tai asked with a puzzled expression.
In Little Tai's opinion, it was the simplest reason.
"This isn't a game played by children. Besides, if they defeat me, they will obtain the secret I've been guarding for so many years, the treasures hidden in the tomb. What will I get? Won't I lose my job? "the undead man asked.
Mofan was speechless.
Even undead were afraid of losing their jobs.
"We'll help your son recover from his mental trauma and send him to a normal magic school. You don't want your son to be delayed in this remote place, right? "Mofan said.
"Really?" The undead man's eyes immediately glowed with a green light.
"Do we look like people who would harm you and your son? We're just looking for the traces of the totems left behind by our ancestors. We want to use the ancient totems to solve the country's current crisis. The Ancient King is my teacher, the Queen of the Netherworld and I call each other brothers, and many undead are very familiar with us. Why would we make things difficult for a living dead man who looks no different from a normal person? "Mofan said.
"Deal."
"Don't we need to fight?" Mofan asked.
"No need. If you dare to lie to me, you'll end up like my teacher. I'm a man of my word!" the undead man said.
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