Chapter 582: Living Dead

Translator:

Exodus Tales

Editor:

Exodus Tales

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

City West, inside the outer walls…

The misty night loomed over the lights coming from the households. The blurry lights were not bright enough for the people to see the night scenery of the city.

The place had grown colder. The city was frequently covered in fog in winter. The Heavens knew if the next heavy rain would simply turn into a huge snowfall. It would provide some relief to the civilians, since the snow would harden the ground, making it more difficult for the undead to crawl out from the ground and stir up trouble.

Most of the buildings in this area were old houses. The occasional tall buildings seemed rather out of place.

( Boxno vel. co m ) Between the roofs of the buildings, a skinny figure swept across the sky like a purple bat. Her purple coat made it look like she was gliding between the buildings. The crowd on the street was unaware of her presence.

She stopped on the roof of a compound. The compound was not huge, yet it had quite a number of people living inside, who were none other than the people from Hua Village.

Chief Xie Sang was sitting on the stairs, smoking an antique pipe.

Su Xiaoluo slowly walked up to the chief and stared at the old man with suspicious eyes.

“Since my dad betrayed the village and left, you’re the person I respected the most… but, I can’t help but feel suspicious!” said Su Xiaoluo.

“Suspicious? What are you feeling suspicious of?” Chief Xie Sang pretended to be confused.

Up on the roof, Liu Ru was about to check on the villagers when she stumbled into the conversation. When she heard Su Xiaoluo’s words, she decided against jumping down from the roof. Her skinny figure slowly dissolved into the shadows, only a pair of slightly glittering eyes left.

“I heard from Gouzi that he has seen the people of the Sunny Goat Village,” continued Su Xiaoluo.

“Gouzi has always been out of his mind. You shouldn’t take his words seriously,” said Xie Sang.

“I’ve also heard other things, too, and they are all related to the Sunny Goat Village… Aren’t you going to tell me where the people of Sunny Goat Village went?” asked Su Xiaoluo.

“Girl, haven’t you read the news? Six of the villages in Xianchi Area were destroyed all of a sudden. You did see how the undead attacked us, even with the barrier around the village… I bet Sunny Goat Village suffered the same fate, so why are you asking me now?” said Xie Sang.

“Sunny Goat Village disappeared long ago, right?” asked Su Xiaoluo.

“Oh Xiaoluo…” Xie Sang let out a sigh.

“The people of our village didn’t disappear, see… aren’t I standing here now?” a voice interrupted her out of nowhere.

A man in a black outfit was standing close to the well at the center of the compound.

The man was like a ghost. He slowly walked forward, and burst out laughing when he saw Chief Xie Sang retreating in fear.

“Chief Xie, I’m not a ghost; why are you afraid of me?” said the man.

“You… why are you here?” Xie Sang’s face turned pale white, worse than if he had seen a ghost.

Su Xiaoluo turned around and feltthe face under the black hat to be rather familiar. “You are?” she asked.

“Fang Gu,” Fang Gu took off his hat, revealing his face.

Fang Gu glanced at Zhang Xiaohou, who had a blank face, as if he were trying to confirm something. His gaze focused on Xie Sang again after he did not see any reaction from Zhang Xiaohou, and continued with a sinister grin, “Don’t be afraid, I’m only here for one thing: who’s the a.s.shole that killed my son? You tell me, and I might spare your life.”

“Your son… didn’t your son die a long time ago?” Xie Sang’s voice was already trembling from the terror he was experiencing.

The mad Gouzi ran out and blurted out everything he knew, as if he were asking for mercy, “It’s that girl… the girl, she came with the idiot’s friend! I saw her hands growing into claws, and…and it penetrated Fang Liu’s head!”

“Gouzi, the person you saw from Hua Village was Fang Liu? But…but didn’t you…” asked Su Xiaoluo.

“Everyone is from the same tribe, it’s rare for us all to be here, so I guess a reunion won’t hurt. Give me a second, I’ll call them here…” Fang Gu burst into sudden laughter.

In the midst of the laughter, Fang Gu had begun to draw a Star Pattern, which was the color of black blood. It was not just black like the Shadow Element, nor was it bright like the Fire Element, but a dark red with a hint of evil!

A dark aura lingered in the air, with a strong scent of blood. The dark red Star Pattern felt like the blood sacrifice offered by a priest, as it immediately emitted a tremendous b.l.o.o.d.y glow after it was completed!

Black gas immediately filled the compound with the presence of death, and following it, several figures appeared at the center of the compound, where only Fang Gu was standing before.

No one knew where the people came from. They appeared out of nowhere like phantoms, or like the beasts Summoned through Dimensional Summoning… or perhaps Fang Gu had simply opened the Gates of h.e.l.l, and dragged them out from the Netherworld…

The people looked pretty much alive. Apart from their pale faces with blood lines, they looked pretty much the same as ordinary humans.

Fang Youmiao came out from one of the buildings in the compound after hearing the noise outside. However, he immediately discovered the familiar faces of the ‘people’ in the compound. They looked pretty much the same as when he left the village. Fang Youmiao was so excited that he felt a strong urge to hug the villagers whom he treated like his family…

“Don’t go!” yelled Su Xiaoluo suddenly.

Fang Youmiao halted in his tracks. He glanced at Su Xiaoluo in confusion. He did not understand why she was trying to stop him. The people from Sunny Goat Village had moved to the Ancient Capital, and he was finally able to meet them. Shouldn’t they be happy that he was finally able to reunite with them?

“Can’t you tell…” Su Xiaoluo had a stern face. She tried her very best to calm down from her overwhelming fear, “They are all dead!”

They are all dead!

Fang Youmiao did not believe it when he heard the words. However, when he took a closer look at the familiar villagers, he eventually s.h.i.+vered in fear!

On a cold night like this, any breath they exhaled under the available light in the compound would turn into white mist.

Su Xiaoluo was panting heavily, breathing out white mist.

Xie Sang was breathing heavily in a panic, yet there was still white mist coming out.

The same went with the amnesiac Zhang Xiaohou; everyone’s breath was turning into white mist as it came out…

However, the people from his village who had eerily appeared in the compound… they might look alive on the surface, yet none of them were breathing out white mist. There was only a strange dark red mist circulating around their mouth, nose, and ears, as if it was nurturing the dead villagers