Ark Undead

"Help me with one thing, and I'll let you go."

"Okay!"

The girl's eyes lit up involuntarily, and she immediately agreed.

"What do you want me to do? What do you want me to steal? As long as it's not too dangerous, I can steal it for you!"

"Stealing? Not at all."

The immortal pulled the little girl closer, looked into her eyes, and spoke to her.

"There are too many people here. Take me to your house."

"this..."

The girl stammered, too embarrassed to speak, perhaps worried that if the undead found out, she would be unable to escape retaliation.

Seeing that she remained silent for a long time, the immortal lifted his foot again and continued walking forward.

This terrified the young girl, Caster, who began to wriggle and struggle.

"Don't go! I'll tell you where my house is!"

The immortal stopped again, waiting for the girl to speak.

Left with no other choice, the purple-haired Caster girl had to endure the discomfort of being lifted into the air by the undead while giving them directions.

"Go straight ahead first, then turn right."

The immortal grabbed the little girl's wrist with his right hand and walked toward the spot she pointed to without any mercy.

When the people around saw the undead start moving, they all scattered and didn't bother with the mess anymore.

There are plenty of unpleasant things happening in Longmen every day, and people are used to it. As long as it doesn't happen to them, they don't care much and just watch the show.

Call the police?

Hey, nobody's deaf. Everyone heard it. This girl stole something from that man, so they grabbed her.

Moreover, some people on the street recognized the purple-haired Caster girl and were just gloating.

After all, even if these guys are locked up, according to Lungmen's laws, they'll only be locked up for a short time before being released.

It would be better to let this seemingly stubborn man teach her a lesson.

As the girl floated in the sky the whole way, her wrists grew increasingly painful.

Finally, after much difficulty, we arrived at the place I had been told to go.

"This is it."

She pointed to a wall in front of her and said.

"Put me down first, I promise I won't run away. The door can only be opened from the inside, let me go in first and open the door for you."

But the undead didn't care about all that.

At the girl's startled cry, the immortal leaped up, vaulted over the wall, and then looked down to ask her.

"Open the door?"

"..."

Seeing that there was no chance of escape left, the young girl opened her mouth, then dejectedly pointed to the room inside.

The immortal turned his head and saw a rusty iron door next to him.

The door wasn't closed properly; to be precise, it wasn't locked at all.

Because the door lock was broken, there was a hole where the door handle used to be, allowing a clear view into the house.

As the Undead pushed open the door, dust immediately swept in, even rushing into the Undead's helmet.

He glanced around inside, his voice tinged with coldness; he felt he had been tricked.

"This is...your...home?"

No wonder he was angry; this didn't feel like a home at all.

Apart from the piles of cardboard boxes and layers of dust, there was no sign of a home.

"Yes."

The young girl from Castor nodded nonchalantly at this point, even showing a proud smile, and spoke.

"If you open the box, you'll see where I sleep!"

The immortal man, still holding the girl from Caster's arm, came to the wooden box and kicked it open.

The dust swirled, and An Suo covered his nose with one hand, frowning slightly.

Hidden under the cardboard box was indeed a narrow bed.

No, perhaps "bed" is not quite right; it was simply a worn-out quilt and a pillow that had long been moldy.

From the perspective of modern humans, an immortal being cannot possibly be considered a bed.

An Suo looked up at the strange armored man, smiled helplessly, and then raised his head to explain.

“You can actually sleep here. I’ve been sleeping here for a long time! This house was abandoned because of a family annihilation case. Nobody wanted to buy it, and even the landlord just gave up and waited for the higher-ups to demolish it and make some money. So nobody would notice this place.”

She seemed to be trying to convince the undead that this really was his home.

The Undead was silent for a moment, then placed the Caster girl on her bed, turned away, and closed the door.

The girl rubbed her wrist, looked down, and found that it was already bruised.

He unconsciously became somewhat depressed.

This is her eating utensils, which this man accidentally caught. I don't know how long it will take for them to return to their original state.

The immortal sat down on the ground, pointed to the girl's bed, and said.

"sit."

The young girl, Caster, knew that given the Undead's reaction speed, she had no chance of escaping.

So he simply sat down, acting like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water.

Anyway, this isn't the first time something like this has happened, is it?

At most, I'll get a beating; what else can I say?

138. Hidden Rope

"Give me the things first."

The immortal reached out his hand, asking her for what had been stolen.

The girl took out a card from her person and threw it to the undead.

The Undead caught it, glanced at it, and saw that it was an anonymous card given to him by Kalan Trade.

He began to speak.

"besides."

"..."

The girl obediently took out another card from her body, and was about to hand it to the immortal when she looked down and quickly said something.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I picked up the wrong one, this isn't it."

Then he took out another card and handed it to the Undead.

It's Kroos's identification. On the identification, Kroos has a憨厚 (honest and simple) expression and wide-open eyes, looking just like a golden retriever.

After putting the two cards away, the Undead looked at the girl without saying a word.

The girl, however, started talking to herself.

"Alright! Now that I've given you everything, you should keep your promise and let me go, right?"

"You've agreed to my conditions... wait a minute."

He felt somewhat uneasy when the undead spoke. So, under the girl's questioning gaze, he reached behind him and took down the greatsword.

boom!

It slammed into the floor and stood up like that.

Then he took the cardboard boxes and wooden crates from the side, quickly dismantled them, piled them next to the giant sword, and stretched out his palm.

laugh.

Flames ignited on the cardboard and wooden blocks.

It's a campfire, a familiar campfire.

The immortal breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the girl sitting on the bedding.

"You previously agreed to my conditions."

"Huh?" The girl from Castor opened her mouth, about to accuse him of dismantling the wooden box she used for hiding.

But then I thought about it, and realized that I was still in their hands, and I couldn't beat them!

He could only shrink back, rub his bruised wrist, and keep his complaints to himself.

"Yes, I promised you before, so what exactly do you want me to do?"

The girl spoke somewhat absentmindedly; she had never intended to work for this strange guy in front of her. Anyway, she could always find another place to live; even if she ended up in a slum, she could survive.

Rather, returning to the slums would be like a fish in water.

"I need you to take me to Lungmen, to find the boss of the slums."

The words of the immortal were like a thunderbolt to the girl's ears.

"No way! I'm not going!"

The rabbit ears on her head almost spun around from the shaking; it was clear she was genuinely scared.

"why?"

He wasn't angry that the man hadn't died; he calmly asked the girl in front of him a question.