Ark Undead

Previously, Kal'tsit had no clue about this picture. But since the undead came to Rhodes Island, Kal'tsit's mind has been opened.

This time, looking at the image again, Kal'tsit frowned. Although she still didn't understand its meaning, she could somewhat connect it to the undead.

"Flames, shattered corpses... it's the Great Flame again."

What exactly does this picture mean...?

Kal'tsit still couldn't figure it out, but she felt she was close to grasping the first clue.

She put the terminal away and left the archives.

I wonder how those elite operators are doing now?

I hope they are still alive.

On the other side, the Undead and the Greyhound left and right along the main night market after leaving the restaurant.

Along the way, Greyhound told the Undead about the latest gossip and rumors circulating in the streets.

For example, a student might run off to meet their online crush, only to discover it's their own teacher, and be caught in the act by the school's dean of students. As a result, the teacher is publicly criticized by the school and almost gets fired.

For example, a thief was caught at a supermarket on the street corner. It turned out that the thief wasn't stealing anything, but rather crushing all the instant noodles in the supermarket. He said it was very stress-relieving and fun.

Even the dead don't know where Greyhound's time comes from. They can listen to these things instead of going out and getting a job.

When asked about this, Greyhound just chuckled and remained silent.

Before long, the two arrived at a deserted street.

The streetlights here are all black; only the billboards and fluorescent graffiti hanging on the walls emit a faint glow.

The greyhound walked to the innermost part of the room, knocked on a wooden door, and a sound came from inside.

"Who?"

"Just here for a bite to eat."

"That's what the greyhound replied."

How much?

"Guess how much I want?"

Then, the wooden door opened, revealing a pink, dim, and strangely ambiguous light inside.

"I said, why do your lights still look the same after all this time? They're just like the shop of Sister Tao Er on my street that's always trying to attract customers."

Greyhound couldn't help but mutter a complaint.

The door was opened by a burly man, who laughed and cursed after hearing what the greyhound said.

"This is called ambient lighting? You know nothing!"

Then he noticed the undead who was almost invisible next to him.

The smile on his face vanished instantly.

"The people you brought?"

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, we're not here to investigate you."

Greyhound quickly tried to smooth things over, instinctively reaching into his clothes but finding no money.

"Uh... how should I put it, this is the sugar daddy."

Greyhound glanced back at the Undead and quickly added another sentence.

"He's also my friend."

The burly man glanced at the immortal, then at the greyhound, and the smile gradually returned to his face.

He spoke to the undead in a tone that only men would understand.

"Another guy who can't stand being alone, and he's doing pretty fancy stuff, wearing a mask. I wonder if the girls like your style?"

He then stepped aside.

"Come in, but be careful not to ask questions you shouldn't."

273. Greyhound's Body Trade

The dim, ambiguous lighting and the frantically twisting people formed the main theme of the room.

When the Undead came in, they thought they had stumbled upon the scene of an Oripathy outbreak. What were all these people doing?

"Hey, don't panic, don't panic, this is normal, it's just a very normal form of entertainment."

Greyhound sensed the Undead suddenly tense up, so he quickly stopped the Undead to prevent him from having an attack inside.

He knew he couldn't defeat the Undead, and he couldn't even fathom the Undead's bottom line. If the Undead really went berserk here, he wouldn't get the information the Undead wanted today.

"Entertainment, in what way?"

The Undead looked past the Greyhound again.

Men and women gathered in a huge underground dance floor, deafening music blasting in his ears, and the most primal desires between men and women fermenting within them.

The Undead couldn't understand what was going on and could only attribute it to some strange spell or state.

"Yes, this is a very normal way to relax and have fun in modern society. Well, although not everyone agrees, a considerable number of people enjoy it."

Greyhound continued explaining, sensing that the undead seemed to have no concept of many things. For example, this thing called a nightclub right in front of him.

"..."

The Undead remained silent for a while, then realized that the men and women were indeed just writhing their bodies. The atmosphere seemed strange, yet also strangely passionate. No unusual phenomena occurred.

"This looks like a special ritual."

The Undead frowned and said something, but his voice was a little too soft for the Greyhound to hear.

The nightclub turned the music up so loud that Greyhound couldn't hear what the Undead were saying.

"What did you say?!"

“I said, this looks a lot like some kind of ritual!”

The Undead man leaned closer and said loudly.

"Don't you think so!"

"Haha, you're right, this is a ritual for people under a lot of pressure to relax!"

Greyhound laughed out loud, but he didn't dwell on it too much. He simply led the way so that the undead could follow him.

Even the Undead lowered their heads and followed the Greyhound, pushing their way forward.

Greyhound's goal is the bar behind the dance floor. But to get there, he has to go through the booths on either side or cross the dance floor in the middle.

Greyhound led the Undead through the shortest route, intending to pass through the booth area.

In the middle, as the immortal was walking, suddenly a person stood up beside him and took two unsteady steps outwards.

The two bodies collided, and the man was slammed into his seat by the undead's rock-solid body.

"Hey! Damn it, are you... are you blind?!"

He was a drunkard, his hair neatly combed on top of his head, his face clean, and he was dressed well. Judging from the several flashy liquor bottles on the seat next to him, he was probably a wealthy person who didn't have much financial pressure.

The Undead didn't bother with him; he was just a drunkard.

Unexpectedly, the guy stood up and grabbed the immortal's arm.

The greyhound in front noticed that the Undead hadn't followed, so it turned around and glanced back.

One glance was enough, but what he saw terrified him so much that his heart stopped.

The drunkard grabbed the Undead, and with his right hand, he grabbed an empty wine bottle from the table next to him, pointed at the Undead, and cursed.

"If you...you brat, don't give me an explanation today! This...this isn't over yet!"

The people around didn't pay attention to what was going on. It's actually quite normal for people to fight when they're drunk, especially since the Great Yan Dynasty values ​​martial arts. Fighting isn't scary; what's truly shameful is losing.

But to Greyhound's surprise, just as the Undead was about to have an attack, two burly men emerged from the crowd and subdued the drunkard.

"Where did you get that Heaven-Slaying Cudgel? Get the hell out of here!"

A hearty voice rang out from the side, and then two burly men grabbed the drunkard and headed for the door.

The drunkard was clearly still in a daze. He struggled to break free from the two burly men's grasp, but to no avail.

Seeing the drunkard being led away, the Undead Man turned his gaze to the side.

At first glance, it turned out to be a woman dressed in extremely revealing clothes.

She boldly approached the undead, looked him up and down, then lowered her eyes and said with a smile.

"Nice physique, handsome young man."

Just as the Undead was about to ask who she was, he saw the greyhound next to him lower its head and lean over to whisper in the Undead's ear.

"This person is the second-in-command of this nightclub, in charge of managing the place. Her surname is Wu, and those who know her well call her Sister Wu the Second."

The person called Sister Wu frowned when she saw someone speaking in the ear of the immortal, but upon closer inspection, she recognized the person.

She raised her eyebrows, reached out and grabbed the greyhound's ear, causing the greyhound to grimace in pain.

"Oh dear! Sis, be gentle! Be gentle!"

"Which son of a bitch brought this pretty boy in? Turns out it's you, you little bastard. All you do is bark and squeak! You see someone and don't even say hello?"

"Wrong! Wrong! Second sister, second sister, please be gentle!"

When Greyhound spoke to Sister Wu, his accent completely changed, becoming indistinguishable from that of other Shangshu people. If it were their first meeting, one might mistake Greyhound for a genuine Shangshu native.

Sister Wu let go of his hand, and watched as the greyhound shrank back two steps, hiding behind the Undead, and then grinned and rubbed its ears.

"Ouch, second sister, you've made my ears bruise..."

"You little bastard, you know that too? You haven't come over to visit in ages, and all you do now is try to drum up business for others?"

Sister Wu knew that the Undead was someone brought by Greyhound. She immediately lost interest in the Undead, merely giving him another once-over before asking Greyhound a question.

"Hey, how are you going to say that?"

Seeing Wu Erjie's expression, Greyhound knew she had made a mistake. He quickly peeked out from behind the Undead and took two steps closer to Wu Erjie, whispering something.