Ark Undead

"Elite operator?"

"The two or three brothers who were sent to Da Yan are all elite agents. If you have the chance to go to the capital, you will also meet another expert."

The greyhound took a drag of his cigarette, and smoke slowly billowed from his nose. Blood was still flowing from the side of his face, making him look somewhat gruesome.

"However... I definitely can't fight you right now. I've already sold my weapons, so there's nothing to brag about!"

As he spoke, Greyhound waved his hand, as if to say that a hero doesn't dwell on past glories.

It was at this moment that the Undead heard a long, drawn-out cooing sound coming from the Greyhound's direction.

goo—

The greyhound remained expressionless and continued smoking, only twitching its eye twice.

Are you hungry?

"The immortal asked calmly."

"It's alright, it's just that I haven't eaten for two days. I'm used to it, I'm used to it."

The greyhound flicked its cigarette ash with nonchalant ease, a gesture of nonchalance.

goo—

Then came another long, drawn-out cooing sound.

"Okay, I am quite hungry, otherwise I wouldn't have been smoking to keep eating."

The greyhound's face suddenly contorted into a ferocious expression. He smacked his lips, savoring the taste of his previous meal.

When the old lady asked the greyhound if he had eaten, the greyhound confidently assured her that he had. Now it seems he just didn't want to trouble her late at night.

"Let's go."

The Undead stood up from his seat and looked at the Greyhound.

Where are we going?

The greyhound immediately shrank back onto the bench, watching the undead man warily.

“I’m not leaving. This place can’t do without me. Unless you can contact headquarters and get me to give up this base.”

The Undead put away the two cards on the table and said.

"Let's go eat. While we eat, you and I will discuss intelligence."

The greyhound jumped off the bench, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out, looking all smiles.

"Alright, bro!"

...

Just as Greyhound said, this street is one of the few streets in Shangshu that never sleeps.

"Never-Sleeping Street" means a night that never ends.

Here, businesses will remain open until the first rays of sunlight reach their doorways in the early morning.

Shangshu is also one of the cities with the most vibrant nightlife in the entire Great Yan Dynasty.

"One serving of twice-cooked pork, one serving of braised cabbage with pork cracklings, one serving of braised lettuce with pork belly strips, and two bowls of rice. Your dishes are ready, please enjoy."

"Thank you!"

After the waiter put down the plate, Greyhound couldn't wait to pick up his chopsticks, take a bowl of white rice, shovel a few mouthfuls of rice, and then stuff two pieces of thoroughly cooked twice-cooked pork into his mouth.

"Um--"

The greyhound's cheeks never stopped bulging, looking like a starving ghost.

The immortal man didn't have any particular thoughts; he just stared at the dishes with some curiosity.

At least in the restaurants on Rhode Island, he hadn't seen any other dishes besides the braised cabbage with pork cracklings.

The greyhound swallowed the meat and rice in his mouth and raised his eyebrows in satisfaction.

Seeing that the immortal hadn't touched his chopsticks yet, he felt a little embarrassed and said something.

"Eat up, brother, you should eat some too."

The Undead shook his head; his mind was now completely preoccupied with matters concerning the Great Yan.

Moreover, they haven't even replenished their humanity yet. Eating now is just a waste of food; they can't even taste the flavor.

"I'm not hungry, you eat."

"Then I won't pretend anymore!"

As he spoke, the greyhound began to shovel his food into his mouth.

Before long, half of the twice-cooked pork was gone, and the pork cracklings and cabbage on the side were also gone.

The greyhound put down the empty bowl in its hand, picked up another bowl of white rice, and rubbed its slightly itchy nose with the fleshy part under its thumb.

After eating some, Greyhound's condition improved significantly. His eyes became brighter, darting around before looking outside the restaurant.

Do you see the apartment across the street?

Greyhound pointed with his chopsticks at the store across the street from the restaurant.

"Ah."

The Undead nodded, listening to the Greyhound's ramblings.

"Throughout Shangshu and the entire Dayan, there are only three types of people who are capable of getting things done."

The greyhound picked up a piece of tripe and chewed it, talking as he chewed.

"Those who are rich, those who are powerful, and those who have special skills."

Greyhound pointed to himself.

"The person in front of you has special abilities. The owner of the shop across the street is a wealthy person. Both of these people can be connected to the last group of people to some extent. But some information is only known to those in power."

The greyhound took a couple of bites of rice and continued.

"The questions you asked are about information that only those in power can hear. This information is no longer the open issues of the Great Yan Dynasty, but rather the undercurrents beneath the seemingly calm surface."

Greyhound added.

"Not to mention, topics concerning the Great Yan royal family and the Great Yan military have always been top-secret, and no one can overstep their bounds."

"However, I do have a way to help you; I've heard some rumors about it."

All that buildup for Greyhound was ultimately just to highlight his own abilities.

However, now that a clue has been found, the Undead definitely has to listen carefully.

Have you heard the legend of the Great Yan Dynasty?

"what?"

The immortals are very supportive.

The greyhound blinked and said.

"The matter of divine generals, divine beasts, and the founding emperor."

I've heard a little about it.

The immortal nodded.

"We only know a small part of it."

"Then you must know that among these three, one was originally an enemy of the people of Great Yan, the divine beast that betrayed his companions."

Greyhound said in a low voice, "This kind of thing can't be overheard by others."

This popular little restaurant was already a bit noisy, and now only the two of them could hear each other.

"After the founding war, the divine beast's power was exhausted, and the Great Yan Emperor spared it by saying that its merits and demerits should offset each other. In addition, the seal left by that divine general needed to be guarded, so the divine beast split its essence in two, transforming it into intellect and power."

"His power is integrated into the divine fire of the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, assisting the divine general in guarding the Ten Thousand Demon Cave. His wisdom, on the other hand, is integrated into every inch of the Great Yan land."

"Time has passed, and the divine beast's power is now limited by the divine fire of the divine general, so there shouldn't be any problems. However, its intelligence has been altered by the repeated natural disasters."

As Greyhound finished speaking, he shoveled several more mouthfuls of rice into his mouth.

In just a few words, the greyhound had almost finished eating all three dishes.

"What happened next, I only heard about secondhand."

Greyhound first warned the Undead, then spoke.

"Some say that the intelligence of the divine beasts has been fragmented and walks the world. Each individual fragment of intelligence has the ability to suppress the malice that grows from the depths of their hearts. But if one day, all the intelligence awakens and the intelligence of the divine beasts merges into one, they will revert to the original evil god who ruthlessly kills humans."

The immortal nodded repeatedly as he listened.

To be honest, these kinds of legends are quite interesting. Especially when you're one of the main characters, they have a unique feel to them.

"Some time ago, someone discovered a faint light emanating from Shangshu. When the news spread, it became known that a treasure had been born in Shangshu."

"That's what Greyhound said."

"But what I actually heard was that a fragment of divine beast intelligence was dealing with the darkness growing in its heart. Moreover, the higher-ups of the Great Yan Dynasty had already devised a countermeasure, splitting into two factions based on their differing opinions. They are currently deadlocked in the court, and it seems that something major has happened in the military. This Spring Festival is anything but peaceful."

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"The breeding of darkness?"

The face beneath the immortal mask furrowed its brow.

The words and the tone of voice seemed to remind me of something he knew.

In particular, there is something called the Ten Thousand Demon Cave in the Great Yan Dynasty. The Undying Man heard about this thing from those Imperial Guards.

They all depend on the primordial fire they left behind to suppress them, so they can't possibly be anything good.

In this way, isn't the darkness that grows in the hearts of the divine beast fragments eroded by natural disasters a kind of abyss or deep abyss?

While the Undead was thinking about this, the Greyhound didn't stop eating.

He quickly finished eating everything on the table, then put down his chopsticks and let out a satisfied burp.

"These fragments of divine beasts' intelligence are said to have taken human form and scattered throughout the Great Yan. Some have sealed themselves away, while others have wandered the world. There is also a legend in the army that a fragment of a divine beast even joined the army some years ago, but I don't know which one it was."