I build a shelter in the eternal night.

Chapter 53 The Funeral Ghost.

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After a long silence, Chen Fan finally let out a long breath, turned his head to look at the gray fog outside the camp, and murmured, "This world is still too dangerous, and the camp's strength is still too low."

Besides the strange creatures, these eccentric cultivators are not easy to deal with either.

all the time.

Everyone told him that cultivators were weak, and even a level 2 cultivator could be instantly killed by a level 1 arrow tower. The strength of cultivators was completely insignificant in the face of the architect's buildings.

but.
Those were just ordinary cultivators like Zhou Mo.

Special cultivators like the "Night Watchmen" possess truly terrifying strength.

This is practically a human-shaped nuclear bomb.

It could explode at any moment.

After a long time.

Chen Fan looked at the big fish again: "So you can now control yourself from being forcibly activated."

"Ah."

Big Fish nodded again: "With each activation, I become more familiar with the Night Watch's abilities and use them more freely."

"Stationmaster."

"I have decided to make this my third home."

"I will activate if the camp faces a crisis."

"do not."

Chen Fan sighed softly: "Neither of your previous two families ended well."

"I will leave the camp, lure the monster away, and then activate it."

"Just focus on your work and stop thinking about starting things up. You don't have many years left to live, why keep starting things up?"

"The value of the Night's Watch lies in its activation; a Night's Watch that is not activated has no value."

"okay."

He interrupted the big fish. By now the situation was clear, and he finally understood why the big fish seemed to have a childlike temperament. It had only lived a few years in total, less than five or six years.

They are really no different from children.

And now I finally know where the fear and pain in the big fish's eyes come from.

Destroying your own village with your own hands is indeed quite painful.

The last person to do this seemed to be an Uchiha.
"Go back and rest. Tomorrow, continue to work in the field with Zhou Mo and do your job well."

"it is good."

The big fish had probably never told anyone these things before, but now that it had all been said, it was clearly much more relaxed. It looked up at Chen Fan and said earnestly.

"I will protect you."

"The purpose of the Night's Watch is to protect."

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Chen Fan looked at the departing figure of the big fish and scratched his head. He seemed to have forgotten to ask how the big fish had overheard his conversation with Qi Chong. At that time, they were away from the camp in the wilderness, and there was no one else around.

Never mind, I'll ask again tomorrow.

This little guy looks a lot like a suicide bomber.

He finally understood why the little guy said he could only look back.

indeed.

There's no problem. Even if it's not activated, it only has 18 years to live.

Without activation, it has no combat power; activating it again means certain death.

Isn't it just that I was born to be like mugwort? This kind of self-deprecation is indeed not a problem.

The lame monkey and his companions also climbed the city wall, all looking at the departing figure of the big fish. Although they hadn't heard the conversation, they could still see the big fish's long, black hair and that the stationmaster had indeed been talking for quite a while.

"The stationmaster"

“It’s a girl.” Chen Fan didn’t mention anything about the Night Watchman: “Her family is all dead, she’s their only child.”

"Oh."

The lame monkey and his companions nodded in sudden understanding, but didn't feel much sympathy. In this world, countless families had perished; their situation was much the same. Just then—

A familiar rustling sound came from outside the camp.

That was the sound of a crawling monster passing by.

"coming!"

Chen Fan looked at the gray fog outside the camp with a slight excitement. There must be more than a hundred monsters involved. Finally, he could eat a little more. He desperately needed enough monster stones to build the camp, and killing monsters was the fastest way to obtain monster stones.

However.
The next moment, his smile slowly froze.

Outside the gray fog of the camp, a dozen pale-faced men and women dressed in long white robes were slowly walking towards the camp. Their feet never left the ground as they walked, making a rustling sound as they rubbed against it.

Humanoid.

It was like a fake ghost, except he remembered that the fake ghost never entered the camp after nightfall.

Each of the fake ghosts carried a white lantern filled with red candles, as if in a funeral procession.

The scene was quite bizarre.

More and more pseudo-human monsters, each carrying a lantern, stepped out of the darkness into the gray fog outside the camp and slowly approached it. Their exact number was unknown, but they seemed endless.

Is there any information in the memory bank?

He turned his head to look at the lame monkey and his companions.

The group exchanged glances and shook their heads: "It looks like a fake human ghost, but in our memory, fake human ghosts don't carry lanterns. They're not common ghosts in the wasteland. During the rainy season, some unfamiliar ghosts will finally appear in the wasteland."

"Then let's use the funeral ghost story."

Chen Fan gave this unknown creature a name. He didn't like unknown creatures because it meant he didn't know its methods and had very little room for error. If it were a monkey-headed creature, he would be very happy.

at this time.

The first wretched creature, leading the way, had already entered the camp area.

"call out!"

As the eerie fire in the camp suddenly blazed brightly, energy flowed through the copper pipes into the arrow towers on the city wall, instantly activating all the towers. A crossbow bolt shot out, cleaving through the rainy night, and accurately struck the forehead of the widowed ghost.

The ghostly figure swayed on the spot, spurted blood, and collapsed.

Is this the only intensity?

Chen Fan frowned. That crossbow bolt was fired from the level 2 arrow tower in the breeding farm. If that was the only strength, then no matter how many of these ghostly spirits came, they would only be giving away ghostly stones.

just
He still didn't know what the white lantern was for.

It can't just be a decoration.

next moment--

The fallen, hanging ghost suddenly began to twitch, writhe, and split. When it stood up again, it had become two hanging ghosts.

It splits after death.

He instantly understood the methods of the ghostly mourning ritual.

but.
Of the two widowed ghosts that split off, only the original widowed ghost was carrying a lantern; the split widowed ghosts were not carrying lanterns. It seems that the lantern's ability was to split. With this split, the light inside the lantern could be clearly seen to dim slightly.

The crossbow bolt was fired again.

The two mourning ghosts fell to the ground together.

The widowed ghost that had been split off collapsed on the spot and remained motionless, but after the widowed ghost holding the lantern died, another widowed ghost split off, and the lantern dimmed slightly again.

"understood."

"Hopefully, the body of the split-off Mourning Ghost also contains a Ghost Stone."

Chen Fan took a deep breath and looked at the increasing number of wraiths entering the camp. All the arrow towers activated simultaneously, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Prepare for battle!"

Tonight's match is expected to be a tough one.

Fortunately, he had enough arrow towers and enough remaining strange stones, and these wretched ghosts didn't seem like they could break through the wall quickly.

It seems much easier to deal with than the Flesh Worm Tide.

Maybe we can eat our fill.

Of course, if they can't hold out, then the other side will be well-fed.

Someone will always get enough to eat.

(End of this chapter)