Only around thirty people were willing to leave the village, and most of them were young people.
Xie Sang let out a sigh when he saw so many people staying in the village.
Su Xiaoluo was still trying to persuade them, but the people only urged them to leave at once.
Left with no choice, the group of people had no choice but to carry their luggage and head for the Ancient Capital.
As they left the village, Mofan was confused. The people in the village should have the Ash Garlic effect, like the muscular man. The battle was so intense, and the undead were so numerous, yet not a single one of them dared to attack him, since he did not know any magic.
If that was the case, their journey to the Ancient Capital should have been very safe. Why was it that regardless of whether they were leaving the village or not, they were all trembling in fear?
"I told you, the village is cursed. You're going to die if you stay here. Leave at once," said the young man called Gouzi.
"Doggy, don't be so secretive," Xie Sang scolded.
"If you leave the village, you'll be betraying your ancestors. You won't be able to live past tonight. It's better if you stay in the village. We have the blessing of the Well God …" An old granny kept nagging before everyone left.
Following the mumbling, a few stubborn people actually decided to stay, thus reducing the number of people leaving.
Mofan was unable to make any judgment on the matter. He had no idea if it was safer to stay in the village, or to hide in the Ancient Capital. He could not make the decision for the people of the village. All he could do was help Su Xiaoluo escort the people who were willing to leave the village to the Ancient Capital. After all, Su Xiaoluo was his brother's savior.
The group of around thirty people formed a group and left the village. To Mofan, Liu Ru, Fang Youmiao, and Shorty, they were going back the same way they came.
Meng 'e and her two followers did not stay in Hua Village for too long. They were not interested in escorting the people back, thus they bid farewell and left.
After Meng 'e left, Mofan was still curious about what they were looking for in this chaotic place, and what they were up to …
…
The days were short and the nights were long in this season. On top of the gloomy weather, the presence of death was even stronger.
The thicker the death aura, the more undead there would be. If they couldn't find food, the undead would have to rely on swallowing death aura to improve their own corpse. This was no different from those demons who tried everything to become stronger creatures.
The villagers were quite energetic. They managed to cover quite a distance in the day.
Everyone was safe during the day, thus they were quite relaxed. However, after three in the afternoon, a strange cloud loomed over their hearts, and they began to panic as time passed.
No one was sure if they still had the protection of the God of the Well. They were not sure if Zhang Xiaohou's friend was reliable.
"This way," said, Xie Sang to the village to lead to the village's destination, Xie Sang to to Mofan, who was to lead.
"The terrain is uneven. It might seem short on the map, but it's actually going to take us quite some time. Trust me, I've been around this area a lot," said Xie Sang.
Mofan nodded and proceeded according to Xie Sang's instructions.
…
Night gradually arrived. The villagers were obviously more trusting of Xie Sang and Hong Jun. They subconsciously moved closer to them, almost hugging the two Magicians.
Su Xiaoluo was surrounded by a group of people, too. The young woman was obviously quite reputable in the village. Everyone subconsciously chose to believe Su Xiaoluo, the Healer. Most importantly, the idiotic kid that Su Xiaoluo had picked up was surprisingly strong. He was the one who eliminated the undead that attacked the village with two Wind Spells.
"Liu Ru, stay at the back of the group and protect the kids," said Mofan to Liu Ru.
Liu Ru nodded and reminded him, "You be careful too."
"Let's observe the situation first. We have the Ash Garlic, and the villagers have the protection of the God of the Well. If the undead don't attack us, we'll make it through quickly."
"Got it."
The path that the chief mentioned was indeed smoother. It was a lot smoother.
However, night had arrived. They could already hear the cries of the undead, as if they were starving. It was enough to send chills down their spines.
"Brother Mofan, if the undead are really attacking us, we won't be able to protect so many people," said Shorty softly as he went up to Mofan.
Mofan was well aware of that. He could only pray that the protection of the villagers was still working.
"It seems like … they aren't reacting to us," Shorty glanced at a few undead that had woken up earlier than usual.
"Mmm," Mofan held his breath and focused his attention.
The group continued forward. Normally, such a huge group of people would be heavily infuriated, which would make it easier for them to be attacked by the undead. However, after walking for around a kilometer, the undead did not show any reaction to them. It meant that both the Ash Garlic and the protection of the God of the Well were still working.
The villagers let out relieved sighs when they saw that the undead were not attacking them, as usual. They were able to walk more calmly. Otherwise, it would feel like there were needles on the soles of their feet every time they took a step.
"Strange, there's nothing wrong with the protection of the God of the Well, but why were we attacked by so many undead the other day?" Su Xiaoluo was confused.
"Could it be that they were just mutated undead? If that's the case, it's meaningless for us to go through so much trouble to evacuate the village," said Hong Jun.
Hong Jun would be wherever Su Xiaoluo was. It seemed like the guy had forgotten that he had run away on his own when they were in danger. Su Xiaoluo did not think that Hong Jun was a bad guy before, but she somehow found him annoying now.
"Don't say that. Either way, we'll only be safe once we reach the Ancient Capital," Chief Xie Sang was determined to evacuate the village.
Mofan purposely glanced at Chief Xie Sang. He had a feeling that the chief was hiding something. After all, the chief was the one who was most determined to abide by the rules of the ancestors.
…
The night passed peacefully. None of the undead showed any reaction to the group of people. Apart from letting out relieved sighs, it was even harder to explain why the undead had attacked the village last time.
There was no threat during the night, and the dark clouds in their hearts were swept away when the sun rose. After a brief rest, the group continued on their journey, trying to return to the Ancient Capital as soon as possible.
"Brother Mofan, what do you think is going on?" Shorty nudged Mofan and whispered to Mofan.
"How would I know? I'm not familiar with this place." Mofan looked at Shorty and realized that he had something to say. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you guessed something?"
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