Everyone was surprised. They initially thought the living dead would not be easy to talk to, and that they would have to fight until the sky turned dark. They did not expect him to care so much when his son was mentioned.
Some things could be easily guessed even without being mentioned. Little Tai was obviously not the living dead's son.
The living dead had been guarding the ancient walls for many years. His level was most likely on par with the Undead Rulers. Mofan, Mubai, and Zhang Xiaohou were familiar with the undead. They could sense the Ruler-level aura of the living dead.
He had lived for a few thousand years. How could he possibly have a son named Little Tai?
In all likelihood, Little Tai was an orphan who had been abandoned in this town. During the day, he would stay with the peddlers and occasionally play with the children of the peddlers. At night, the person who took care of him would become this living dead.
Little Tai was the only one in the town who stayed overnight. Little Tai also told everyone that his father worked during the day and only came back at night. Basically, no one would stay overnight in the town, so no one knew Little Tai's adoptive father was an undead.
A child without any relatives, living alone in a deserted market at night.
An undead who had been guarding the ancient walls for many years.
Little Tai was adopted by the living dead. During the day, the living dead was powerless and had to rely on the kindness of the nearby merchants to take care of him. He would only show up at night to accompany him. It was not easy for Little Tai to grow up so peacefully.
However, there were also some unscrupulous people, such as the Magician who had helped Little Tai Awaken his magic at the age of ten. They must have seen that Little Tai had something valuable on him, so they tricked some of the villagers who did not know anything about magic and brought Little Tai to a place nearby to help him Awaken his magic.
"You've been guarding him for so many years. Aren't you being a little too casual?" Zhao Manyan complained.
"That's my business. You don't have to worry about it," the living dead said coldly.
"Stop talking if you don't know how to talk," Jiang Shaoxu glared at Zhao Manyan.
"Sure, talk more if you know how to talk," Zhao Manyan rolled to the side.
Mofan waved his hand, indicating Little Tai to come to him.
In fact, even if he didn't make a deal with this zombie, Mofan would still heal Little Tai's mental trauma.
It just so happened that the Soul Honey he and Mubai had obtained from the Helan Mountain's Insect Valley was the best medicine. Without this special Soul Honey, this child would have to be sent to Parthenon to have a chance of recovery.
"Take this, it can nourish his soul. You're an undead, so you should know how to use it." Mofan took out a small part of the soul honey and handed it to Little Tai, asking him to give it to his father.
After obtaining the Soul Honey, the Undead's cold aura dissipated a lot.
It could be seen that the undead really cared about Little Tai.
"Thank you." The ferocious light in the undead's green eyes dimmed, revealing a pair of black eyes.
"You said there's a tomb below, whose tomb is it?" Mofan asked with a confused face.
"Whose tomb? Since you've found this place, shouldn't you know whose tomb it is?" the undead at the gate asked in return.
"The tomb of the Sacred Totem Beast," Ling Ling said.
The undead at the gate nodded.
The group was left speechless and depressed.
They had spent so much effort searching for the Sacred Totem Beasts and finally found a clue about the Sacred Totem Beast, yet in the end, all that was left of the Sacred Totem Beast was a tomb guarded by a living dead.
Were there no other living Sacred Totem Beasts in this world?
"The Horn of the Deer God, the Body of the Mystic Snake, the Claw of the Gyrfalcon God, the Skull of the Sacred Tiger of Tianshan Scar, the Scale of Ao Fu …" Ling Ling murmured.
Initially, she and Jiang Shaoxu thought a Totem Beast represented a branch of a Sacred Totem Beast, but after investigating the Gyrfalcon God, they discovered that the branches of the Totem Beasts did not represent a single Sacred Totem Beast.
A Totem Beast might possess the bloodlines of two Sacred Totem Beasts!
For example, the Black Totem Snake.
The Black Totem Snake represented the head and tail of the Black Tortoise Sacred Totem, but it also represented the body of the giant serpent in the clouds on the wall on the island!
As such, Ling Ling reorganized the Sacred Totem Beasts that she had found and merged the parts that belonged to the other Sacred Totem Beasts with another one. In the end, she discovered half of the giant serpent in the clouds on the wall on the island!
They initially thought it was the Sacred Totem Beast that was most likely still alive in this world, yet all they found was a tomb.
Their hearts sank to the bottom. If it was only a tomb, they would only be able to acquire the remaining power of the Sacred Totem Beast. It would only be able to strengthen their strength, but it was nowhere enough to resolve the crisis that the East Coast was facing.
"So are we going down, or not?" Zhao Manyan asked.
"Let's go! There might be other clues about the Sacred Totem Beasts. If the White Tiger Sacred Totem is in Kunlun, we can just go to Kunlun Mountain and collect it, even if it's just a pile of bones, "Mofan said confidently.
"The mysterious feather is only left with the Blue Sun Feather, and the giant serpent in the clouds is only left with a tomb. The two Sacred Totem Beasts are confirmed to be dead. It all depends on the White Tiger Sacred Totem in Kunlun and the Black Tortoise Sacred Totem in the ocean," Jiang Shaoxu let out a sigh.
Both the giant serpent in the clouds and the mysterious feather were stronger than the Black Tortoise and the White Tiger.
Especially the giant serpent in the clouds. It was clearly stated on the wall on the island in Hangzhou that it was an ancestral godly beast that was stronger than the Black Totem Snake. It was at least an Emperor-level creature …
An Emperor-level creature that was loyal to humanity was more important than having a Forbidden Mage. Five headquarter cities might be in trouble, but as long as it was in charge of one of the headquarter cities, the headquarter city would surely survive.
As long as one of the headquarter cities remained, humanity still had a chance to reclaim the coastline. Otherwise, if the entire East Coast fell into the enemy's hands, many people would die!
"I'll escort you inside. Don't go anywhere in the tomb. Just focus on looking for your Totem Beasts. The other places might get you killed," the guardian said.
"Thanks," Mofan brought his fists together.
"If we take the things inside, where are you going as the guardian?" Ling Ling suddenly asked.
This question stumped the living dead guardian.
A moment later, he said with a smile, "It doesn't matter, you aren't the first batch to go in. I'm not qualified to be the guardian anyway."
The mausoleum keeper walked over to the wall mark painting that Little Tai had been dirtying. He extended his finger and slowly traced the pattern in the air. The places where his finger traced gradually lit up with a special light …
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