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

Chapter 57: The Guy Who Forgot His Loyalty for the Sake of Beauty

The villagers were divided, and some stubborn people refused to go anywhere.
As an outsider, Gojo Satoru was too lazy to get involved in the affairs of this village and just watched quietly.

Out of the hundreds of people in the village, only about thirty or so were willing to leave, most of them were young people.

Xie Sang couldn't help but sigh when he saw so many people staying in the village.

Su Xiaoluo was still trying to persuade them, but those people just urged them to leave quickly.

With no other choice, more than 30 people had to pack their bags and set off for the ancient capital.

These people also brought a crop that looked very similar to garlic, but was completely black.

This thing is called gray garlic, one of the few plants that can grow in the soil of the undead. It is said that it can conceal their vitality and avoid being detected by the undead.

Mo Fan and Zhang Xiaohou were very curious, so they asked Su Xiaoluo for one to taste. After eating, their facial expressions became extremely ferocious.

Originally, Gojo Satoru wanted to try this, but after seeing the painful expressions on their faces, he immediately refused to taste this thing, which might be very unpalatable, no matter how Mo Fan tempted him.

The anger of the group of thirty people should have easily attracted the attention of the undead, but it seemed that the gray garlic really worked to cover up their anger.

Although Gojo Satoru did not eat, his aura could be completely concealed through the Six Eyes.

The days are short and the nights are long in this season. The villagers have good physical strength and can walk a long way in one day.

Everyone was safe during the day, so I felt more relaxed when I walked. But after three o'clock in the afternoon, an inexplicable haze enveloped my heart, and I became more and more panicked as time went by.

“Let’s take this road.” Village Chief Xie Sang said to Gojo Satoru and Mo Fan who were leading the group.

“Is this way faster?” Mo Fan took a look at the map and realized that he had to take a detour.

"Although it is a straight line, it takes a lot of time." said the village chief Xie Sang.

"This guy is more familiar with this place, so just listen to him." Gojo Satoru said lightly.

Mo Fan nodded and continued along the route indicated by the village chief Xie Sang.

…………

It was a peaceful night, and the undead on the road showed no reaction to such a large group of people.

There was no threat at night, and the dark clouds in people's hearts were swept away at dawn. After a short rest, everyone continued on their journey and entered the ancient capital as soon as possible.

……

After the night, everyone was still safe and sound.

After this night, they were very close to the ancient capital, and they would probably be able to reach the vicinity of the ancient capital within the next day.

"It's daybreak, it's daybreak, cheer up and we won't rest. We will be able to reach the ancient capital before dark today." A young villager shouted to wake everyone up.

"Hong Jun, you have studied magic outside for several years. When we arrive in the ancient capital, can you find a place for everyone to live?" a villager asked with a smile.

"Don't worry, don't worry!" Hong Jun patted his chest, as if this matter was all mine.

The villagers chatted for a few words, and all of them had smiles on their faces.

Having safely passed two nights, they felt they didn't need to worry anymore as the rest of the journey could be completed during the day.

Because it was daytime, everyone was walking in a scattered manner. Gojo Satoru and Mo Fan stood in front and behind the team respectively to prevent the undead from suddenly appearing...

The villagers chatted all the way, making Gojo Wu Mofan look like a bodyguard.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”

As they walked, a few undead suddenly appeared behind the team. Mo Fan, who had been on high alert, threw a level 4 Fire Spray at them.

"Ahh~~!!"

Another scream was heard, and a ghost suddenly emerged from the loose soil on the left. Gojo Satoru saw this scene, and just as the ghost was about to attack, it was turned into blood by a blue ball.

Undead ghosts appeared one after another during the day, and the villagers were so frightened that they had no where to go. If Gojo Satoru had not killed them quickly enough, many of them would have died.

"Stay where you are!"

This cold sentence stunned the villagers who were still wanting to run away.

The white figure without a trace of dust instantly shuttled among a dozen undead spirits, and in just a few blinks of an eye, the undead spirits turned into blood.

After getting rid of these undead spirits, Gojo Satoru continued to accompany Mo Fan and took these people back to the ancient capital.

As we walked along, it was getting late, and fortunately, the towering city wall on the horizon, hazy in the afternoon clouds, gradually appeared in front of everyone.

Everyone quickened their pace and entered the city wall of the ancient capital. When they arrived at the city gate, they saw a team of mages in military uniforms guarding it.

"Are you the people who live in Danger Village Hua Village?" The guard mage looked at them suspiciously.

"Yes, yes, I am the village chief." Village chief Xie Sang immediately took out a seal, which obviously indicated his identity as the village chief of Weiju Village.

"Recently, the city is talking about how you are endangering the villagers." Another young guard said.

"What are you talking about us?" Hong Jun looked at them with confusion.

The guard captain curled his lips and took a copy of today's morning newspaper to show to the village chief.

Village chief Xie Sang picked it up and saw a striking title at a glance!
"The six dangerous villages in the Xianchi area were all massacred by the undead, and there are very few survivors!"

The village chief Xie Sang was stunned. He originally thought that only their Hua Village was attacked by the undead, but he didn't expect that all other villages had been massacred by the undead.

Neither Gojo Satoru nor Mo Fan were interested in continuing to mess around with the villages. After entering the city, they wanted to take Zhang Xiaohou to the military for treatment.

The main reason is that Gojo Satoru doesn't understand what's in Zhang Xiaohou's mind, and random treatment may backfire.

But who would have thought that Zhang Xiaohou would not go anywhere but just follow Su Xiaoluo, just like a child who needs his mother's protection.

Mo Fan had no way to deal with Zhang Xiaohou. Originally, Gojo Satoru wanted to knock this idiot out, but due to a series of off-field factors, he had to settle for the second best and let Su Xiaoluo take Zhang Xiaohou with him.

Gojo Satoru and Mo Fan went to the military district to inform Zhang Xiaohou's boss, but it turned out that the boss was not in the military district at the moment.

Mo Fan would definitely not feel at ease if he didn't make proper arrangements for Zhang Xiaohou, so Gojo Satoru had plenty of time to accompany Mo Fan.

"Where are we going?" Gojo Satoru leaned on Mo Fan's shoulder and asked boredly.

I've been in the ancient capital for several days. I'm either killing undead or on my way to kill undead. It's so boring.

"How about meeting my fellow countryman?" Mo Fan suddenly raised his eyebrows and asked.

He suddenly remembered that his old high school classmates, Mu Bai and Zhao Kunsan, were also in this city.

"Do you have fellow villagers here?" Gojo Satoru asked curiously.

“My hometown was hit by a disaster, so I guess there are fellow villagers from my hometown in several cities.” Mo Fan explained calmly.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned that..." Gojo Satoru said apologetically.

“It’s okay.” Mo Fan waved his hand to show that he didn’t care anymore, then asked with a smile: “Wu, are you going?”

"You go alone. I want to try some delicious food from the ancient capital." Gojo Satoru declined with a smile.

"Ok."

"Call me if you need anything."

After saying that, Gojo Satoru and Mo Fan went their separate ways toward different streets.

(End of this chapter)