Ark Undead

"Come with me."

As he spoke, the Undead grabbed the Greyhound and walked to the side.

"Hey, wait a minute! The barbecue! We haven't brought the barbecue yet!"

Greyhound quickly stuffed the sweet potato skin into its mouth, then grabbed the kebab in its hand and followed the Undead.

Where are we going?

"Didn't you say that someone was guarding it?"

The Undead randomly chose a small alleyway, led the greyhound inside, and even glanced back at him.

"Then as long as they can't see us."

"what?"

Greyhound paused for a moment, but was pulled inside by the Undead.

"Hey?! Don't touch me! What are you doing?! I don't like men!"

"Quiet."

...

Shangshu is indeed very lively at night, but it's not so lively by the river.

There were no lights; the only illumination came from the faint glow emanating from the banks of the river.

The policeman standing guard by the stairs yawned. They had been on duty there for two or three days. In a little while, it would be time to hand over their shift and they could go home and get some rest.

Just then, a strange fragrance wafted into his nose.

It was the aroma of charcoal and meat that awakened his consciousness.

He looked around, but saw no one approaching him.

The fragrance disappeared in just a few seconds.

Are you hungry?

The officer's companion, seeing him sniff the air intently, laughed and asked a question.

"I'm starving! I think I just smelled barbecue. Ugh, I can't stand it."

"You're kidding me, I'm kind of craving something too. We're changing shifts soon, wanna grab some?"

"Yes, yes..."

Away from the police, after going down the stairs, behind an abandoned public toilet, two figures emerged from the bushes.

The greyhound, looking curious and excited, threw away the wooden skewer in its hand and wiped its greasy mouth with its sleeve.

"Holy crap! What kind of Originium Arts is that? It can even make you invisible?"

"Yes, magic, not Originium, but crafts."

The Undead simply explained it.

"The kind of skill that can be learned, not something innate?"

"I can learn it."

"Then teach me later! I want to know how to become invisible too!"

Although excited, Greyhound still knew to keep his voice down.

The Undead glanced at the Greyhound and shook his head.

The greyhound immediately felt a little disappointed.

"Is this your unique skill, passed down only by a single successor?"

"No."

"The immortal said calmly."

"Your intelligence is insufficient."

"..."

Greyhound was about to blurt out a vulgar curse. But seeing the Undead swagger out like that, he quickly followed.

The two would occasionally encounter police officers on guard duty along the riverbank.

The Undead grabbed the Greyhound and activated invisibility magic, thus brazenly searching the area near the port right under their noses.

Before long, they actually found an entrance.

The newly built embankment above it obscures the view, making it resemble a semi-circular cave. However, the stone walkway built alongside the waterway indicates that it is indeed a place where boats can moor.

The greyhound crouched down to examine the marks on the ground; there were obvious footprints.

It rained a couple of days ago, so these dense footprints definitely weren't left a long time ago.

"This should be the place. Let's go."

Inside the cave entrance is a huge, wide passageway that stretches for tens of meters, with a waterway on one side and a walkway on the other.

At this moment, there was no one inside the cave; all that could be seen was a door at the deepest part.

But when the two got closer, they were surprised to find that something had been pasted on the door.

"It's a talisman."

When Greyhound saw the talisman, the playful demeanor he had shown while talking to the undead immediately vanished, replaced by a sharp gaze that clearly indicated he had entered a serious state.

"What are talismans?"

The Undead couldn't understand it; he could faintly sense a surge of energy emanating from the talisman. It was as if it were Originium Arts written down.

"If you've worked at headquarters, you should have seen Logos, right?"

"The greyhound asked."

"Spells?"

The Undead recalled the spell Logos had shown him earlier, which seemed to be a kind of Originium Arts triggered by words.

"Yes, more or less. You can think of it as a curse from the Great Yan Dynasty."

The greyhound moved closer to take a look.

"By writing on paper with special materials, or drawing talismans, you can imbue the paper with special powers. So... damn it!"

The greyhound reached out and cautiously touched the doorknob, but immediately pulled it back as if it had been electrocuted.

"Someone has sealed this place with talismans, and I have no way to break through them."

Greyhound shook his head and looked back again.

"Never mind, let's go first and see other places."

The Undead ignored Greyhound completely and reached out to grip the doorknob.

The words and images on the talisman lit up with a golden light the moment the undead touched the door.

But even faster than that light was the tiny flame that spread from the undead's hand.

Crimson flames surged upwards along the iron gate, burning through it and turning the talismans to ashes.

Seeing the talisman fall limply to the ground, the Undead turned to look at the dumbfounded Greyhound.

"gone."

"Huh? Oh my god... Wow! Originium Arts?! You're amazing!"

The greyhound crossed an extremely long arc before finally realizing what had happened.

He hurriedly followed the Undead and went deeper into the tunnel.

Meanwhile, in Shangshu City, in an extremely old residential area.

An elderly man is sitting in a rocking chair, closing his eyes and enjoying his leisure time.

It was already night, but the old man, whose white beard reached his chest, was still listening to opera on the radio, leaning against the stove.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and his pupils contracted sharply.

A tiny flame ignited at his fingertips, and in that brief moment of burning, his entire body curled up as if in a spasm.

I fell off the recliner, and every pore on my body opened and closed again. In just a few seconds, I was covered in sweat.

The flames did not actually harm the old man's body; they simply dissipated after he broke out in a sweat.

Hearing the commotion upstairs, the people downstairs rushed up, pushed open the old man's door, and saw him lying on the ground in pain. They quickly came over and tried to help him up.

"Don't touch me!"

The old man's voice was hoarse, but full of energy.

The girl who came to help was so frightened by the old man's words that she took two steps back and dared not come any closer.

It wasn't until a minute or two later that the old man recovered and got up from the ground on his own.

The girl then helped the old man back to the recliner.

The old man was panting heavily, his eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Suddenly, the old man grabbed the girl's arm beside him and said.

"Quickly! Go tell Lord Liang that someone has headed towards the Demon Seed!"

"Yes!"

The girl responded and hurriedly turned around to go downstairs to get the communicator.

The old man, resting on the recliner, raised his right hand and looked at the fingers of his right hand that had once set up the talismanic restriction.

This pain...this feeling of being burned all over...

276. Abyssal Creation? Sea Heir?

As the Undead and the Greyhound continued forward, they discovered groups of corpses on both sides of the passageway.

Most of these corpses had their limbs torn off, their bodies were mutilated, and a large chunk of their heads was missing.