Full-Time Mage: Starting with Gengar, selected for the National Tournament

Chapter 105 Someone's up to something?

The sudden shout startled the entire team.

A man was slumped on the ground, his left leg gripped by a rotting arm, and he was screaming.

He was kicking the arm repeatedly with his right leg.

"Scatter! There are undead here!!"

The surrounding villagers saw more and more soil being turned over and cried out in alarm.

We got through last night safely.

No one expected that they would be attacked by the undead during the day.

A short while later.

A large group of undead emerged from the ground.

Because it was daytime, everyone relaxed their vigilance, and many people fell behind in twos and threes, forming a sparse line that was quite far apart.

When Chu Ming and Mo Fan went to deal with the undead.

Several people have already been seriously injured.

Mo Fan immediately unleashed lightning and fire magic, instantly killing a large number of undead.

"Fierce Fist - Skyward!!"

Chu Ming swung his hand, and the surging power of the flames instantly tore several undead apart.

A powerful fire-based destructive magic appeared.

The villagers gathered around, no longer daring to wander off.

"Help me, I've been bitten!"

At this moment, a pale-faced boy ran towards Chu Ming from afar, crying.

And on his arm.

A deep, bone-revealing wound was exposed.

Just as the pale-faced youth approached Chu Ming within ten meters.

Chu Ming grasped at the air.

"Nen Control - Hollow Claw!"

An invisible spatial hand instantly grasped the pale boy.

"No, no!"

The boy seemed to sense Chu Ming's killing intent and was utterly terrified, his voice tinged with pleading.

Chu Ming smiled, and Murasame appeared in his hand.

Swish!

The knife fell.

The boy's skull cracked instantly.

A dark gray necromantic crystal appeared.

A false claw!

Chu Ming plucked the necromancer crystal from the head of the undead boy with his right hand.

The Undead Crystal has been lost.

"ah!!!"

The undead boy let out a piercing, ghostly scream.

The next second, black gas immediately floated out of the five holes.

As if all the vital energy had been drained from his body, he turned into a dried-up corpse in just a few seconds.

"A living dead??"

"You actually dared to make a move?"

Mo Fan, who was not far away, was also surprised.

He hadn't reacted yet.

Chu Ming has already made a move against that boy?

In such a short time... have you so decisively concluded that this boy is definitely not human?

Mo Fan couldn't help but feel curious.

"None of that matters. Didn't you notice that something's off about these undead? And that village chief, he doesn't seem surprised at all," Chu Ming said.

"Um...it is indeed a bit strange. A ghost attacking people in broad daylight, I've never heard of anything like it." Mo Fan glanced back at the village chief of Huacun, nodded, and then said nonchalantly, "Anyway, we're almost at the ancient capital, so I don't care so much."

"That's true." Chu Ming smiled.

The two cleaned up the remaining spirits.

Fortunately, the attacking undead were all low-level rotting corpses.

However, because the people were scattered, many of them had injuries.

After Su Xiaoluo's simple treatment.

The team then set off again.

"Let's hurry up, we'll be completely safe once we get back to the ancient capital."

Chu Ming said.

……

Most of the day has passed.

The group finally arrived at the ancient city gate.

A group of mages in military uniforms were guarding the area.

"Are you really from the dangerous village of Huacun?" The guard mage looked at the group with suspicion.

"Yes, I am the village chief."

Village chief Xie Sang immediately took out a seal.

This indicates his identity as the village head of Weiju Village.

"Everyone in town has been talking about you people from Weiju Village lately," another young guard said.

"Why?" Hong Jun asked, his face full of confusion.

The guard captain pursed his lips, casually took out a copy of today's morning newspaper, and handed it out.

The village chief and Hong Jun looked over.

The eye-catching headline immediately catches the eye!

In the Xianchi area, six villages in dire straits were all ravaged by the spirits of the dead, with very few survivors!

The two of them were dumbfounded.

I had always thought so.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Huacun and Yangyangcun suffered misfortune.

Unexpectedly, all the other villages were wiped out?

The relationship of message congestion.

He wouldn't have known if he hadn't come to the ancient capital.

However, this news made the village chief's expression even stranger.

It's as if there's something I just can't figure out.

Chu Ming, who was standing to the side, seemed to be deep in thought, a smile appearing on his lips.

His intuition told him that it seemed there was someone involved in this undead catastrophe... stirring up trouble?

This trip to the ancient capital.

This is getting more and more interesting.

Mo Fan glanced at them, completely unwilling to get involved in this mess: "Old Chu, let's go. We're already in the ancient capital; we don't need to bother with them anymore."

"Xiao Hou, let's go!"

Mo Fan then called out Zhang Xiaohou's name.

However, the other party completely ignored him.

He stubbornly followed Su Xiaoluo around, acting like an unreasonable child.

Mo Fan was at his wits' end with Zhang Xiaohou, who had lost his memory. In the end, he said helplessly to Su Xiaoluo, "I'll inform the people in the military region first. You can take this guy with you for now."

Anyway, we've already arrived in the ancient capital.

Zhang Xiaohou will naturally be fine.

……

Mo Fan pulled Chu Ming aside, saying he wanted to have a meal with his old friends.

A short while later.

Mo Fan found the shop of his "old friend" Mu Bai.

"Holy crap, these are all counterfeit goods! And they spent 100,000 silver dollars on them! Were they blind?!"

A hoarse voice rang out in the shop.

Mo Fan recognized the name immediately. He glanced at the man and found that the boss was a loser with a dark face, small eyes, and a flat nose. Although his face shape had changed a bit, he looked much the same as he did in high school.

"Zhao the Legger!"

Mo Fan smiled and went over to greet him.

Zhao Kun was furious because his men had taken a bunch of junk.

He was still worried about how to recoup his 100,000 yuan investment.

Then I heard someone calling me by my nickname.

It went viral instantly!

Zhao Kunsan was a follower of Mu Bai.

But Mu Bai still considered him half a brother.

Which blind bastard?

How dare you call yourself that?

But before he could turn around and start cursing.

But then he heard that voice call out to Mu Bai as he walked out of the store: "Hey, green tea guy, long time no see."

Upon hearing this...

Mu Bai's lips twitched, and when he saw it was Mo Fan, his face immediately darkened.

Chu Ming sat to the side, watching the two people with a strange expression.

The relationship between Mo Fan and these two old friends is really strange.

"Since you're here, I'll ask Zhou Min to come over tonight, so we can all get together." Mu Bai took a deep breath. His experiences over the years had made him too lazy to argue with a madman like Mo Fan.

"Is Zhou Min also in the ancient capital?"

Mo Fan asked, somewhat surprised.

The disaster in Bocheng severed too many relationships.

He didn't know where the others had gone, nor did he have their contact information.

"She's at the ancient capital's academy, and we're alumni. The nomination competition kept her in seclusion for a long time, and I haven't seen her in a while," Mu Bai said, taking a sip of tea. "Of course, she has virtually no hope of winning the nomination."

(End of this chapter)