Versatile Mage: Reincarnation of the Strongest Gojo Satoru of the Contemporary Era

Chapter 56: Night Attack
While Gojo Satoru was thinking, Mo Fan also talked to the girl for a while.

"Fu Da...Oh no, Zhang Xiaohou, I thought you would be a wooden man for the rest of your life. Your friends are here to pick you up." Su Xiaoluo's face was full of smiles.

"I'm not leaving." Zhang Xiaohou said hurriedly, as if he was afraid of losing something.

"That's impossible. Your friend said you are a soldier. He will take you back for treatment. Maybe your amnesia can be cured." Su Xiaoluo raised his eyebrows and said.

"I..." Zhang Xiaohou didn't know how to express what he wanted to say. He just stared at Su Xiaoluo.

Mo Fan stood aside and could easily see that Zhang Xiaohou seemed to be very dependent on this girl after losing his memory.

However, think about it, Zhang Xiaohou has so many wounds on his body that have turned into scars, and there is a long scar from the back of his head to the side of his cheek. He was able to survive only because of his good luck to meet Su Xiaoluo, a female doctor.

"Residents of your village should also come with us to the ancient capital. It may not be safe here." Gojo Satoru walked forward and said.

He didn't understand why the villagers of these villages were still outside the security realm. Don't the military mages and the Magic Association care?
"No, our village is protected by the well god. Normal undead will not attack us as long as they are not mutant undead." Su Xiaoluo explained.

The village grew up on special well water. As long as they drink a certain amount of well water every month, they will not be attacked by normal undead.

“Your village believes in something so illusory?” Mo Fan was puzzled.

Some people actually take this thing that sounds like a joke seriously.

Gojo Satoru was also a little surprised, as he didn't know much about these local customs.

"The well water god is real. Our village has been able to exist for so many years because of its protection." Su Xiaoluo said seriously.

"Maybe what you said is true, but entrusting your life to an illusory god is only a way for cowards to survive, and I will only be a strong man!" Gojo Satoru said disdainfully.

He never believed in any god, and only absolute strength could make him feel at ease.

"It's getting late. Why don't you spend the night here and return to the ancient capital tomorrow?" Su Xiaoluo did not respond, but pointed to the sky and said.

"Okay, you guys think about it too. After all, this is not a safe world. If the undead riot on a large scale, you are likely to die." Gojo Satoru reminded again.

If the villagers of this village had not saved Zhang Xiaohou, he would not have meddled in other people's business.

The disaster in Hangzhou taught him a truth: the weak in this world are just cannon fodder, but if the people in power are a little more ruthless, then cannon fodder is just dispensable.
"Yeah." Su Xiaoluo didn't care.

Seeing this, Gojo Satoru stopped trying to persuade them. It seemed that years of comfort had corrupted their hearts.

……

At night, Gojo Satoru and Mo Fan lived in the same wooden house with Zhang Xiaohou.

Gojo Satoru was lying on the bed, thinking about something with his eyes slightly narrowed.

Mo Fan and Zhang Xiaohou both fell asleep. The former was due to excessive emotional fluctuations, while the latter was simply because he was seriously injured and needed to rest well.

"It's not good! It's not good!!"

"Hide quickly, hide quickly!!"

Suddenly, there were panicked shouts from outside the house.

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes instantly, put on his coat and stood up. Mo Fan and Zhang Xiaohou were also awakened.

"You guys continue to rest, I'll go."

After saying this, Gojo Satoru walked out of the room and rushed towards the source of the sound.

Hearing this, Mo Fan pulled Zhang Xiaohou to continue sleeping. Although the latter didn't feel well, the intimacy coming from Mo Fan made him reluctant to pull away.

After a few breaths, they arrived at the entrance of the village, only to see a rotting corpse approaching the village elder who was guarding it. Several young villagers nearby held hoes but did not dare to attack the rotting corpse. They just stood by and watched.
Just as the village old man was about to be caught by the rotten corpse, the corpse was suddenly split into two, and blood flowed all over the ground.

The one who took action was Gojo Satoru who arrived in time.

At the same time, the village chief and several villagers also rushed over, and their faces turned pale when they saw the bloody scene.

"What's going on? Don't you guys drink the water from Kunjing?" asked the village chief Xie Sang with a frown.

"Of course I drank it, but I don't know why these undead will attack us anyway... They are probably mutant undead!" said the trembling villager who was holding a hoe to protect himself.

"No, this is not a mutant undead, it's just an ordinary undead." Gojo Satoru looked at the corpse of the undead and said lightly.

"It must be cursed, our Hua Village must be cursed! I told you not to do that kind of thing..." A middle-aged villager was so scared that he was incoherent.

"..." Gojo Satoru was slightly stunned after hearing this, and then asked, "What kind of thing?"

Before the middle-aged villager could answer, the village chief Xie Sang glared at the former fiercely and said, "Stop talking nonsense and wake up the others."

"No need. Since I'm here, I won't let the undead get close." Although Gojo Satoru had a vague feeling that these people were hiding something, he was still ready to help.

Before the villagers could react, Gojo Satoru appeared outside the village, and all the undead that had been hiding around the village were pulled out.

The sky was dark, and it was not until Gojo Satoru used magic to bring them out that the villagers realized that the village was already full of undead spirits!
"How could this be possible? Our village is protected by well water!!"

"How could there be so many undead lurking around?"

The villagers were in a panic. It would be understandable if only one undead appeared, but why did the undead around the village ignore the well water and ambush them?

Are they no longer blessed by the well water, which means they are sheep in wolf territory?
"Why are you panicking? We still have the help of this stranger. At worst, we can just move away tomorrow!" Xie Sang from the village shouted angrily to everyone.

The entire massacre process did not take long. After all, there were only a dozen or so undead, and Gojo Satoru and a few others only needed to raise their hands to use the space to cut them.

……

the next morning.

The village chief Xie Sang called all the villagers together to discuss the relocation of the entire village.

"Leaving the village?!" some older villagers said in disbelief.

"Well, the village is no longer safe. Last night, many undead were lurking around the village. If Fu Da's friends hadn't left, I'm afraid our village would have been eaten." Villager Xie Sang sighed and said.

"So that's how it is." Seeing that the village chief felt helpless, Su Xiaoluo nodded.

“I also think it would be better for you to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible.” Mo Fan also advised.

“That’s right. If you want to leave now, Mo Fan and I can still help you.” Gojo Satoru said to these people seriously.

"It's settled, we must relocate!" Village chief Xie Sang slammed the chopping board with all the courage he could muster.

"Okay, Zhang Xiaohou, then let's go to the ancient capital together." Su Xiaoluo laughed.

Zhang Xiaohou kept nodding his head. It was obvious that he had become Su Xiaoluo's follower. Wherever she went, he would go.

Mo Fan looked at Zhang Xiaohou's pig-like appearance and shook his head helplessly.

Gojo Satoru also smiled bitterly, he still didn't understand what the thing on Zhang Xiaohou's head was.

I'll have to ask someone when I get back to the ancient capital.

(End of this chapter)