"You'll be fine after washing off the poison with these, but if your friend here doesn't have a Healer, he won't be able to recover his leg," the old man said while sitting on an old stump and smoking a pipe.
Wang Tong handed him an automatic lighter and a Chunghwa. The old man shook his head. They were not isolated, nor were they backward, but they had to rely on this method to keep the peace of the village.
The old man explained that the village did not have any empty huts. They could only stay in the huts for the night.
They were all soldiers. They had gone through all kinds of tough training. They were already comfortable with a hut without the presence of the undead.
"We'll talk about it when the sun rises. By the way, don't go anywhere, especially when you're out of the village. I'll tell the chief that you're here … "the old man reminded them and left with the pipe in his mouth.
The group lay in the damp hut. They were so tired that they did not say a word. They covered themselves with their clothes and fell asleep.
Most of the people here had seen a lot of death and blood. Even though it was a close call, it did not stop them from falling asleep.
No one was keeping watch. Everyone fell asleep.
Zhang Xiaohou was woken up by the cold a few times in the middle of the night. The first time, the moon was hanging high in the sky. The second time, it was already slanted. The third time, the surroundings were pitch-black. The silence was enough to make him panic. However, the fatigue still made him fall asleep. When he opened his eyes again, it was already dawn.
…
"Come here, you little prick, who told you to wash your feet? I'm going to skin you alive!"
"Washing clothes, let's go together. My wife doesn't do anything diligently, but she's very diligent when it comes to changing clothes."
"Loo, loo!"
The sound of the gong woke everyone up. They opened their eyes in a daze. There were children running around, women doing their chores, and old people wandering around early in the morning …
The village was unusually quiet the previous night, but it was no different from a normal village in the morning. It was even bustling with noise and excitement.
Everyone woke up. A few children with runny noses who had never seen outsiders gathered around the huts and looked at them as if they were foreigners.
"You're all awake. Let's go to the hall, the chief wants to see you." The old man had not slept the entire night, but he was still energetic early in the morning. He purposely brought everyone to have breakfast before heading to the hall.
The village hall was not big. There was a small courtyard with a large copper foil placed inside. It was filled with ice-cold, clear water, and there were many pebbles at the bottom. If one looked carefully, they would find that there were red words engraved on the pebbles. It looked like a person's name.
"In our village, the people who leave, regardless of whether they're young or old, have their names written on the foil. It's to prevent them from associating with the creatures out there, "the old man explained.
They saw the hall after they crossed the courtyard.
There were a few old men sitting on wooden chairs in the village hall. They all looked very relaxed and didn't seem to be panicked or uneasy because they were living in the Land of the Undead.
There was a middle-aged man sitting in the main seat. His crow's feet were very obvious, and when he smiled, it showed that he had been through a lot. Even if his skin was well maintained, it couldn't hide it.
"I'm the village chief here, you can call me Fang Gu," said the middle-aged man who claimed to be Fang Gu.
"Our chief is quite impressive, he's a Great Magician," the old man complimented.
"I'm nothing compared to these experts from the military," Fang Gu smiled modestly.
"What kind of experts are you talking about? Even when it's our turn, one of them is heavily injured, and the other is dead. They're in a sorry state." The Night Guardian spoke without thinking.
Fang Gu glanced at the old man. The old man knew his words were not pleasant to hear. He waved his hand, most likely heading back to his room to sleep.
"I'm sorry, the old man is too talkative. The presence of death has been thick lately. The undead will come out to harm people before the sky turns completely dark, and they are extremely ferocious. You should be extra careful no matter what mission you're on," Fang Gu spoke in a friendly tone.
"Thanks for the reminder, chief. It's like this, we're here to rescue the scouting team. We'll report to you as soon as we receive any news. If you have any news …" said the captain, Qin Hu.
"Oh, you're talking about them … they did come to our village, but left after reminding us of something. They didn't stay for long. I think they went to another village," answered Fang Gu. He obviously remembered them.
"Were they fine when they came?" asked Shi Shaoju.
"They were fine, there were nine of them too, none of them were missing."
"They must have removed all their communication devices when they came to your village. I believe we lost contact with them in your village. Chief, if you know where they went, please tell us too," said Qin Hu.
"It's true that communication devices aren't allowed to be brought into the village. The same rule applies to the other villages too. As for where they went … I think it's Hua Village to the west. I heard someone mention it before, "said Fang Gu.
"Oh, thanks."
After talking to the village chief, a bald old man sitting at the side slowly opened his mouth and said, "Since you're here, we don't want your military to send another team to search for your whereabouts … By the way, let me tell you, it'll take at least two days to get to Hua Village from here."
"We're Magicians."
"I'm talking about Magicians," emphasized the bald old man.
Qin Hu and Shi Shaoju immediately frowned. In other words, if they wanted to reach Hua Village, they would have to spend the night outside!
Initially, they did not think it would be a problem for them to spend the night outside, but after what happened last night, they did not want to take the risk again.
"Chief, the Undead have been extremely aggressive lately. We're having a hard time fending them off, but we have to complete the mission given to us by our superiors. So, I hope you can tell us how to avoid the Undead … since your village is able to stay safe in the Land of the Undead, and I heard that some of your villagers are even traveling at night, I believe you must have some kind of special inheritance …" said Shi Shaoju to Fang Gu with a serious face.
"No way, no way, it's the secret of our village. We can't tell anyone about it," the bald old man immediately objected.
"Besides, even if we tell you, you won't be able to use it. You'll have to figure it out yourself," said another old man.
Fang Gu seemed like he wanted to help, but his face was filled with helplessness.
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