Ark Undead

This kind of thing isn't something you can find just anywhere. Although its appearance in Shang Shu is unsettling in itself, for the undead, revitalizing humanity is a tonic with absolutely no side effects.

Even if this pure humanity is corrupted, it can be completely purified by the Primordial Flame.

The return of humanity brought about by the initial flame improved the spirits of the immortals.

Moreover, this at least proves that there is nothing wrong with the Shangshu government.

If this human nature were to appear within Shangshu territory with the tacit approval of the authorities, then there wouldn't be so many corpses, nor the Celestial Master's talismans.

They are consciously resisting this revitalization of humanity. But since there is no effective way, they can only confine it here.

Perhaps Liang Xun's decision not to restrict the actions of the immortals stemmed not only from his fear of doing so, but also from this reason.

Let the immortals look for it themselves and see if they can help them get things done.

Where are you going next?

After enjoying the river breeze for a while, Greyhound was finally able to pull out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

With a satisfied look on his face, Greyhound lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said.

“I’m going back. If no one’s around there for a long time, someone might come looking for me.”

"Someone?"

The Undead recalled that Greyhound's Rhodes Island branch looked like an old warehouse that had been abandoned for over a decade, with no resemblance to a base at all.

Greyhound knew what the Undead were thinking, and he blushed slightly, a rare occurrence, and waved his hand.

"No, it's just because I don't have money! I can't earn any money. It would be different if I had money!"

As he spoke, Greyhound held a cigarette between his right fingers, gesturing wildly and making grand promises to the Undead.

With money, they can renovate the place, hire more security guards to protect the base, and reopen the channels between the local government and the authorities in Da Yan, so they can find any intelligence they want in the future.

The immortal ignored him, only throwing down a sentence.

"No password."

"The more operators we can recruit, the better... Ah, what?"

Greyhound was still immersed in his own beautiful fantasy, and when he heard the Undead's words, he didn't react immediately.

I said, there is no password.

The Undead reached out and tossed the bank card that the Greyhound had given him back to him from his own body.

The greyhound nervously took the bank card, its eyes wide.

"Huh? There's no password?!"

"Yes."

The Undead nodded and said earnestly.

"I'm afraid I'll forget."

"..."

For a moment, the Sarkaz with two horns on his head actually began to regret coming here with the undead.

"I'm leaving now. I'll come back to see you tomorrow or the day after."

The immortal waved his hand and walked towards the hotel, following the path he had memorized.

The road isn't far; it's less than a ten-minute drive to Binhe Road. Walking back should take at most half an hour to an hour.

Greyhound was still a little confused as he watched the Undead walk away.

In the blink of an eye, I became a rich person; the contrast is truly quite significant.

However, the greyhound is very alert.

The fact that the Undead could entrust the card to Greyhound so confidently means that they acknowledge Greyhound's identity and skills.

Of course, it could also be that the greyhound was being rewarded because of his good performance in the battle.

Greyhound himself knew that as long as no one died, Shang Shu would remain for a while, and judging from the questions he asked, such incidents would likely increase in the future.

The greyhound gradually calmed down, carefully put the bank card in the inner pocket of its clothes, then squinted its eyes and took another drag of its cigarette.

This operation that resulted in no deaths is enough to prove that what he is investigating and concerned about is definitely related to the Great Yan Dynasty itself.

Moreover, the immortals are also closely related to the Great Yan Dynasty itself.

While pondering why the Undead were related to the Great Flame, Greyhound walked towards the Rhodes Island base.

After thinking for a long time, Greyhound still couldn't understand how a dignified War Knight could have any connection with the Great Yan Dynasty, since no one had died.

Halfway there, the greyhound even smiled.

"Damn it, why think so much? They're all from Rhodes Island anyway, just help them out. He can't possibly be a divine general of the Great Yan, can he?"

Then, shaking his head, Greyhound put his thoughts aside.

After passing several intersections, I bought a box of fried rice from the night market as I went up the mountain.

Now that I have money, there's no need to keep the money I've been hiding.

After happily finishing his fried rice, Greyhound threw the trash into a nearby bin and turned to walk into the alleyway of Rhodes Island headquarters.

But as soon as Greyhound turned his head, he saw a thin figure standing next to his store.

He was taken aback. Someone actually came looking for him so late at night?

Did his luck change today?

In the dim light, Greyhound could only tell at first glance that the other person was a woman.

Before he could take a closer look, the woman turned her head and looked at the greyhound.

So alert?!

The greyhound felt a chill run down its spine, but a smile remained on its face.

"Wow, what brings a customer here so late at night? Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for someone from Rhodes Island. Is this the Rhodes Island branch in Shangshu?"

The woman had pale purple eyes. When she looked at the greyhound, he felt a chill. He felt as if he were standing naked in front of her, and she could see through his entire body structure and hidden posture.

But then, he felt a burning sensation on the shoulder where the undead had patted him, which then spread throughout his body.

The girl standing in front of the greyhound suddenly narrowed her pupils, instinctively jumped back several meters, and then landed lightly.

For a moment, both of them fell silent.

The greyhound was unsure when it had fallen into her trap. The girl, on the other hand, was filled with suspicion and uncertainty about what the greyhound was hiding.

In the end, it was the greyhound who spoke first.

"Um... I'm the administrator of the Rhodes Island branch, you can call me Greyhound!"

Greyhound tried to break the awkward silence with a familiar tone.

After reconfirming the greyhound's condition, the girl slowly walked up to it and extended her right hand.

The two touched hands briefly, then quickly separated.

"My name is Nian."

As the woman spoke, she stared at the greyhound's left shoulder.

His eyes held an indescribable tension and horror.

279. Abyss, Oripathy, Age

After parting ways with Greyhound, the Undead walked for quite a while before returning to the hotel entrance.

As soon as I got back, I saw Yan Di, who had previously sent the Undead to Rhodes Island, standing guard at the hotel entrance, and he even yawned.

Upon seeing the Undead return, their eyes lit up, and they quickly went to greet him.

"My lord, I forgot to leave you my contact information. Please forgive me!"

The Undead Man watched Yan Di lower his head and felt that something was amiss.

The Great Yan people's attitude towards him was quite beyond what an undead person was used to. Although Wei Yanwu had warned him beforehand, he still found it particularly uncomfortable.

After the Undead Man said he didn't have a communicator, he went upstairs, leaving Yan Di downstairs.

Yan Di was a little dumbfounded. After the elevator doors closed, he muttered a few words to himself and then immediately dialed Liang Xun's number to tell him about the Undying Man going out in the middle of the night.

On the other hand, the Undead knocked on the door, and Onstan opened it for him.

"came back?"

Ornstein greeted the undead, then paused, and frowned.

"This taste..."

"To revitalize humanity."

The undead hurriedly sat down by the campfire, then took off his mask and breathed a sigh of relief.

"You didn't smell it wrong, it's the smell of the abyss."

After looking at the face of the undead for two or three seconds, Onstan said somewhat uncertainly.

"Why do I feel like you've gotten a bit younger? Did going out once alleviate your zombification a little?"

"I absorbed humanity."

The Undead raised his right hand, and a golden flame burned quietly in his palm. In Onstan's view, the Undead did indeed look younger than before he left.

At least his hair wasn't so gray.

Even if such a change is very small, perhaps only a difference of two or three wrinkles.

"Purify the abyss with the Primordial Flame, and then absorb humanity?"

Onstan was a little shocked, mainly because he had never seen the Primal Flame before, and was even more unaware that the Primal Flame had such an effect on the Undead.

Upon seeing the flames, Onstan's body instinctively relaxed.

At the same time, he felt a deep attraction to the flames on the Undead's right hand.