Versatile Mage: Started as Gengar and was selected for the National Government Tournament

Chapter 103 Mo Fan: I Eat Lemons

Under the leadership of the short man.

Soon, the group walked into a cave located under a steep cliff near the Qinling Mountains.

Although the combat aspect.

The short guy's level is really average.

But just talking about finding a safe temporary cave.

He is also very experienced and can be described as "efficient and professional".

The short man pulled away the weeds growing at the entrance of the cave.

The follower Xin found a pile of wood and made a fire.

And this time.

It started to drizzle outside again.

Mo Fan sat down on the ground and couldn't help cursing, "What a horrible weather!"

The burly man looked at Chu Ming seriously and said, "Let's rest for a while. Brother Chu, you don't have to call out your contracted beasts unless necessary. We can't move forward in the rain."

"Yeah, I think so too." The short man and the servant Ali also nodded.

After seeing Chu Ming's strength, everyone regarded him as their "trump card".

Naturally, he didn't want Chu Ming to summon his contracted beast and consume his magic power and mental energy just to avoid the rain.

"There should be a lot of gray garlic left. Let's wait until the rain stops and then set off." Ye Mengli suggested.

"I'm fine with either." Chu Ming smiled.

In the cave.

The bonfire made a crackling sound.

After everyone treated their wounds and changed into dry clothes, Ali and Xin lay down on the dry straw to rest with exhausted faces.

Ye Mengli also changed into a clean purple robe and veil, covering her beautiful face.

The two guards were dismissed.

Ye Mengli took the initiative to come to Chu Ming and sit on the grass pile. With a charming smile on her lips, she whispered, "What are you doing in this land of the dead?"

"Collect the undead fire... and help with disaster relief." Chu Ming said frankly, and immediately asked, "What about you?"

"You carry two mid-level mage servants with you, and you've also contracted a Night Knight. I'm afraid your background isn't simple."

Ye Mengli looked at Chu Ming deeply.

But seeing Chu Ming being so frank, she did not hide it: "I am from Parthenon."

"Tsk tsk, one of the world's eight major international magic organizations, on par with the Magic Associations of the Five Continents. Legend has it that you possess the art of resurrection, and the Holy Temple represents the world's foremost attainment in white magic. Let me guess, could you be the Saint of the Parthenon?"

After all, Chu Ming came from a noble family, so he had naturally heard of this famous international organization.

"Why do you think so?" Ye Mengli asked curiously.

"In our Chinese clichés, there are many fantasy stories where a beautiful girl goes on an incognito visit and meets a poor boy, who ends up abducting her."

"And you happen to be wearing a veil, which also fits the legendary saintly temperament."

Hearing Chu Ming's association, Ye Mengli reluctantly explained, "Actually, wearing a veil is just a personal preference. You're overthinking it."

"That's just an example I mentioned casually, you don't have to take it too seriously."

Chu Ming also shrugged.

Ye Mengli rolled her eyes at him unhappily, then thought of the clichéd story Chu Ming had cited, and suddenly asked, "If I were really a saint, would you kidnap me like that poor boy?"

"What do you think?" Chu Ming smiled but did not answer directly.

"I think you..." Ye Mengli frowned slightly.

But before she could think carefully about what kind of man Chu Ming was.

Chu Ming, however, answered decisively: "I will."

"It's so hard to meet such a beautiful saint with such a curvaceous figure. It would be a huge loss if I didn't run away with her."

Hearing Chu Ming's straightforward and vulgar answer.

Ye Mengli laughed softly, and her body trembled a little. The trembling sound that was a combination of charm and holiness could not help but arouse people's imagination in this small cave.

The short man and Mo Fan turned their heads away, cursing inwardly. Their eyes met, and they both saw resentment in each other's eyes.

Rough.

It's just a little bit stronger.

Is she a little more handsome than him?
……

After a night of non-stop heavy rain.

The next morning, the rain finally stopped.

"We can continue on our way!" Ali walked out of the cave and urged the short man.

The short man looked a little conflicted. "I think now is a better time to go back to the ancient capital than to go to Huacun."

"No." Ye Mengli objected.

"I really advise you to think carefully about it. There is something wrong with this land of the undead right now. I seriously suspect that it is related to Shayuan. For the sake of your lives, you should retreat first." The dwarf man tried to persuade.

Ali shook his head and said bluntly: "Either hurry up or return the money." Hearing this, the short man felt helpless and looked at his partner, the strong man beside him.

Zhuang Han spoke in a firm voice.

"No matter what, I have to go to Huacun."

"Yangyang Village is gone, I must find out why!"

The short man looked at the strong man's expression and knew his temper. He felt helpless and had to bite the bullet and hurry on his way no matter how reluctant he was.

"Go, why not go?"

After another long day of traveling.

This trip went quite smoothly, with no rain and only a small group of rotting corpses.

Under the cover of gray garlic.

Everyone passed through the horde of undead corpses safely.

However, when everyone arrived at Hua Village.

The short man and the strong man fell silent again.

The village path was in a mess, large wooden houses were destroyed, and there were pools of dark brown blood on the road.

But no one was seen.

Obviously, there has been an invasion of the undead!

Compared to the silence of others.

After Chu Ming took a quick look around, he immediately headed towards a well in the village at Gengar's reminder.

"How...did you discover something?"

Ye Mengli frowned, walked to Chu Ming's side, followed him and asked.

"The smell of the well water here... is a little special."

"Anyway, those people are still alive!"

Chu Ming didn't explain too much.

He just sensed the presence of the well and shouted down: "The group of undead has disappeared, come out."

Soon.

One by one, the villagers climbed out of the well, all wet.

Soon, a young man with side bangs, who was soaked all over and looked like a drowned rat, climbed out of the well.

"Hong Jun?" The sturdy man's eyes lit up and he called out the other person's name.

"Are you... Fang Youmiao from the next village?" Hong Jun blinked.

Fang Youmiao quickly asked, "What happened to your village... Where did the people from Yangyang Village go?"

"Don't be anxious, let the people from our village come out first."

A few minutes later.

Figures kept climbing out of the well.

Mo Fan and the short man were stunned and couldn't help but complain, "How big is this well? It must hold nearly a hundred people."

soon.

When the last man and woman climbed out of the well.

Mo Fan looked at the figure and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Fuck, Xiao Hou, you're actually here?!"

He rushed forward and hugged Zhang Xiaohou.

However, the other party looked confused and had no reaction at all, as if he didn't know him at all.

Zhang Xiaohou's eyes were always on the girl beside him.

"This...young man, do you know him?"

Su Xiaoluo looked delighted. Pointing at a large scar on Zhang Xiaohou's forehead, she explained, "He suffered a severe head injury and probably lost his memory."

"Amnesia? It's okay, as long as you're not dead." Mo Fan patted Zhang Xiaohou's shoulder and said with a smile.

"Fu Da...Oh no, Zhang Xiaohou, someone is here to pick you up." There was some reluctance in Su Xiaoluo's eyes.

Zhang Xiaohou shook his head: "No, I will go with everyone."

"Okay, then let's go together and go home to pack our luggage first." Su Xiaoluo said happily.

"Yeah." Zhang Xiaohou nodded vigorously, without even looking at Mo Fan, and followed decisively.

Mo Fan's mouth twitched.

What a thing!
I came here from afar.

I've been jealous watching Chu Ming pick up girls all the way.

So this bastard Zhang Xiaohou, who even lost his memory, still didn't forget to pick up girls?

I eat lemons!

(End of this chapter)