Before this, Zhang Xiaohou had never felt that the arrival of night was such a terrifying thing. As the sun gradually set, the tranquility in his heart slowly dissipated. Boundless fear and trembling spread across the vast land … …
"It's … it's going to be dark again." It was unknown who said this, but everyone could not help but feel their legs convulse, as if there were countless dirty claws hooking their feet.
"Let's hope we were just unlucky last time. We ended up near a pit of corpses," said Shi Shaoju.
"Let's get ready, we don't want to be ambushed like last time," said Qin Hu.
The mountain to the south was extremely tall, like an enormous black dragon lying on the ground a few kilometers to their left …
The group was heading westward. They could see the setting sun, like the needle of a clock, counting down the time for them. The crimson red of the sun was sprinkling on the Crouching Dragon Mountain not far away, and on the black soil they were about to cross.
Darkness loomed behind them without them noticing. It felt like they could no longer see the way back. A rotten smell lingered in the air as the presence of death lingered in the air, making them feel nauseous.
They remembered that when they first stepped into this place, they were still talking and laughing, not taking the little undead seriously. But now, no one said a word. The footsteps of the eight of them were much heavier, and their hearts began to beat faster inexplicably.
"Is the method that the chief mentioned really going to work?" asked Wang Tong uneasily.
Chief Fang Gu had told the group that the undead did not rely on their sight to track down living creatures. Many of the undead even had rotten brains and no eyes, yet they were able to sniff out the location of living creatures …
The undead had poor vision, especially the low-level undead. However, the undead within a few hundred meters seemed to be gathering toward a living creature, as they were able to detect the presence of humans.
Wherever the undead went, there would be a presence of death. Even the breath they exhaled was the presence of death.
The breath exhaled by living creatures was the presence of life. Technically speaking, most of it was carbon dioxide.
Undead creatures had poor vision and ordinary hearing, but they could sense the presence of life within a few hundred meters when they breathed in and out the presence of death. The presence of living creatures was like a delicious meal to them. They could smell it from a great distance away …
The undead were always hungry, and living creatures needed to breathe. Therefore, it was easy for the nearby undead to "smell the aroma".
The only way to avoid the Undead was to solve the problem of breathing.
Most of the Servant-class undead were slow-witted. As long as a person's breath was covered up or treated slightly, it would be hard for them to detect it.
Warrior-level undead had a strong sense of smell and hearing, but their vision was only average. Therefore, if a Warrior-level creature appeared, not only would they have to take care of breathing, they would also have to remain still …
"This thing looks like garlic. I wonder how bad it tastes, "said Bi Lu from the team.
"It's getting dark. Let's eat. No one eats first!" Captain Qin Hu ordered.
Everyone followed the captain's instructions and quickly took out a crop that looked very similar to garlic, but was completely black all over.
It was called Ash Garlic, one of the few plants that could grow in the soil of the undead.
The taste of the plant was a few times worse than garlic. After eating it, the breath they breathed out was extremely foul. However, the locals would always carry a few of them with them, to prevent any accidents from happening …
After eating the Ash Garlic, the breath they breathed out would stink, which would conceal their presence of life. The undead would mistake them for someone who had not washed up after sleeping for a long time. As a result, the undead would not chase after them.
In ancient times, it was said that garlic was able to ward off evil spirits. It was most likely the reason. Even ghosts would not want to get close to you after smelling it …
As soon as the sky turned dark, everyone ate one of the Ash Garlic, followed by the sound of retching.
"F * * k, this tastes worse than shit!"
"You sound like you've eaten shit before."
"It does taste awful … let me vomit for a while."
Everyone was a Battlemage. They could eat anything they wanted to survive in the wild, yet they still felt like vomiting after eating the Ash Garlic. It was obvious that the Ash Garlic was not meant for humans!
"Hold it in, if you don't want to die …"
"Captain, don't talk to me."
"Shh, don't make a sound!"
Shi Shaoju suddenly said to the team with an alarmed look.
Everyone's faces darkened. They immediately held their breaths.
The soil began to loosen eerily, as if someone was trying to crawl out from the grave. They could even hear the sound of something knocking on the coffin lid.
Everyone exchanged glances with one another and stared at the ground below them.
Suddenly, a head full of worms poked out from the ground!
Its hair was dry, and only half of its scalp was left. Its skull was shiny, sending chills down everyone's spines.
The head was right beside another female Battlemage, Xiao Jing. Her face was as pale as a sheet of paper. She subconsciously tried to draw a Star Pattern to blast the disgusting head into pieces, but Shi Shaoju quickly held her back, not allowing her to move.
Shi Shaoju's decision was wise, as a few other half-skeleton heads poked out from the ground after the head appeared …
In just a few minutes, more zombies and skeletons crawled out from the ground. They were bathed in the darkness, breathing in the air of death. If their eyes were a little brighter, they would be a bunch of living creatures that had come out to get some fresh air!
The eight Battlemages had completely turned into statues. Their hearts were pounding rapidly, as if they were about to burst out of their sockets.
Two skeletons crawled out from where Zhang Xiaohou was standing, right behind Wang Tong …
Zhang Xiaohou could see the hole on the back of the skeleton's head. It was obvious that the creature had died after being pierced through the back of its head.
He did not dare to move. He even held his breath.
However, how could a human not breathe? Even if he could hold his breath for a minute, he would suffocate to death if he kept holding his breath.
Finally, Zhang Xiaohou reached the limit of holding his breath. He tried to exhale little by little through his nose …
"Crack crack?"
The skeleton in front suddenly turned its head around after taking a deep breath. Its blood-red eyes stared straight at Zhang Xiaohou. It was holding a rusty saber in its hand, and was about to raise it.
Zhang Xiaohou's heart skipped a beat!
The two skeletons were not that scary. He could easily send them flying with a single Wind Disc …
The problem was, there were at least a hundred undead in the area. If he were to make a move, the undead would follow his magic and surround him!
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