Ark Undead

"Do you recognize it?"

Onstan was also somewhat surprised; when did the undead become familiar with food?

"These must have been eaten by that person."

At the same time, he also saw a half-smoked cigarette next to the food scraps, which had been stomped out with a shoe and lay shriveled on the ground with tobacco shreds.

If it were Greyhound, that stingy guy, he would never throw away a draw after only getting half of it.

Either it wasn't Greyhound who smoked it, or Greyhound only smoked half of it and then threw it on the ground and stomped it out because of an emergency.

After a brief analysis, the Undead came to a conclusion.

"They were attacked."

"The Undead said."

"Moreover, the opponent's strength far surpasses his."

"They were captured alive, so they had no ability to resist, right?"

Onstan nodded; he could understand the reason for the conclusion that the dead were immortal.

They were beaten so badly they vomited up their food, but there was no blood. The ground was covered in signs of a fight, indicating that the greyhounds did try to fight back, but to no avail.

But here's the question: who would arrest someone from a down-on-their-luck Rhodes Island office at this time?

Moreover, the Undead remember that Greyhound's strength is definitely not weak. Even without weapons, his combat power is definitely enough to go toe-to-toe with Ace and Blaze. To defeat Greyhound so cleanly and decisively means that he would not be unknown even in the Great Yan Dynasty.

"Is there anyone who has an enemy of him?"

Onstan thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"It wouldn't be that simple if an enemy made a move. Could it be that someone wanted him dead and did something else?"

"He knows many secrets."

The immortal felt that something was wrong.

Greyhound spent his time gathering intelligence in Shangshu while living a life of hardship and forbearance.

There's also an element of hiding one's whereabouts and protecting oneself involved.

And now, right after the Undead came looking for him, he was immediately taken away. This is definitely not a coincidence.

Just as the Undead and Onstan were trying to figure out a solution, an old lady came down the stairs next door.

The old woman was holding a garbage bag when she saw the undead in armor and the towering Ornstein next to her, and she was so frightened that she dropped the garbage bag to the ground.

"Who...who are you?!"

It was obvious that this street was usually deserted, but today some strange and terrifying-looking people had come.

Upon hearing her voice, the Undead immediately thought of the old lady who had knocked on the Greyhound's door the previous night.

He took two steps forward, trying to soften his voice as much as possible.

"We're here to find Greyhound. Did you hear anything strange yesterday?"

When the old woman saw the immortal walking towards her, she took two or three steps back.

After the immortal finished speaking, the old woman's face immediately changed, and her entire face lost all color, making her dark eye sockets even more conspicuous.

"Who are you? Why are you arresting people so early in the morning?"

Her tone was somewhat flustered and impatient, and the fatigue on her face made her even more tense.

The Undead frowned, and had no choice but to raise his right hand.

A pink light shone from his right hand, and the old man in front of him instantly calmed down, his face returning to peace.

Tell me, what did you hear yesterday?

Spell [Charm].

This is a spell that can control people's minds, but the Undead never use it lightly. Because the act of controlling people's minds is itself abhorrent.

Under the influence of the immortal's charm, the old woman's eyes became somewhat vacant. The immortal gave her a hint and used his charm to soothe her inner panic, causing her trust in the immortal to reach its peak in an instant.

Then she spoke.

“Last night, I heard a lot of noise coming from the young man’s room. I went downstairs twice. The first time, I heard him talking to a man. After a long time, I heard him talking to a girl.”

The old woman continued speaking, seemingly unaffected by the fact that no one had died.

“He had a big argument with both of them. The first time, I thought he was being chased by debt collectors, so I went down to help, but he said it wasn’t necessary. The second time, I heard two or three screams and was woken up. I got dressed in a daze, and when I went down again, he was gone. When I came down to check again this morning, he was in pretty much the same state as he is now.”

After the old woman finished speaking, she said nothing more, clearly indicating that the order to prevent death had been completed.

What she said was similar to what the Undead had speculated.

The man who came to find Greyhound for the first time was clearly an immortal.

The second person to come looking for Greyhound was actually a girl?

A woman came looking for Greyhound? And she beat Greyhound to the ground in just a few moves, leaving him unable to fight back.

The immortal asked again.

"They've arrived. How many people are there?"

"There were only two: the man at the beginning and the woman at the end."

"you sure?"

"I only heard the voices of these two outsiders."

Having confirmed the details, the Undead used his charm to get the old lady back to her room to rest, and then he lowered his right hand.

And just as the immortal had instructed, the old lady didn't even bother with the trash bag that had fallen on the ground. With a blank expression, she turned around, went up the stairs, returned to her home, and closed the door.

Onstan pursed his lips and nodded as he spoke.

"It seems they really have been kidnapped."

"It's a woman, and she's even more skilled than a greyhound."

The Undead checked the existing intelligence and found that their search targets had actually become much smaller.

First of all, it was a woman, and a young girl. Because the old lady used the word "girl," or at least a very young girl's voice.

Moreover, to defeat Greyhound in battle, he won by a near-total domination and ultimately took Greyhound away.

Throughout Shangshu, anyone who can do this will definitely leave a trace.

Moreover, they had another lead.

The undead opened its right hand, revealing the golden primordial flame.

Scented by the faint aura lingering in the air, the First Flame drifted eerily toward the scent that carried a hint of the abyss, burning away the abyssal aura within it.

After burning away all the abyssal energy in this area, the remaining sparks slowly drifted in one direction.

The immortals looked into the deeper part of the alley.

He and Onstan exchanged a glance and continued walking along the road.

Only one night had passed since the Undead arrived in Shangshu.

But for the immortals, it seems like a very long time has passed.

The same applies to Chen.

On the surface, Chen accompanied the Undead to Shang Shu, but this was actually arranged by Wei Yanwu.

With the Undead Great Flame God attracting attention on the surface, she, as a former senior inspector of the Lungmen Guard Bureau, wouldn't attract much attention.

Chen couldn't stay in the hotel with the undead; she had her own things to do.

As someone with deep ties to the Great Yan royal family, Chen's early life may have been somewhat bumpy, but it was by no means particularly difficult.

Her environment and background shaped her into a tough and outspoken person. But throughout the Great Yan Dynasty, her toughness was like a pencil; once it hit a hard wall, it would break.

Therefore, Wei Yanwu has been trying to train Chen and let her forge her own path, rather than paving the way for her.

Originally, if it weren't for the interference of the Undead and the sabotage from behind the scenes by the Black Serpent, this Reunion Movement's attack on Lungmen would have been Chen's best option.

However, the arrival of the Undead caused Wei Yanwu to change his plans and also led to Chen being withdrawn from the first echelon heading to the core city.

Visiting a sister who has completely lost herself would mean nothing to Chen and would only leave her with unspeakable psychological problems.

In fact, Chen himself was also puzzled. Wei Yanwu was the elder brother of the current Emperor of Great Yan, so why was his status in Great Yan not as high as it seemed?

Over the years, Chen has met several inspectors who came to Yan Kingdom from Da Yan.

Everyone's attitude towards Wei Yanwu was strangely arrogant, as if Wei Yanwu had been exiled to this place by the Emperor.

Wei Yanwu never felt angry or dissatisfied because of this. He simply used his skills to subdue these people one by one and then sent them back to Da Yan intact.

Chen didn't understand the significance of this process, but Wei Yanwu always said that Chen would understand in the future.

Even though Chen had actually come to the Great Yan this time, she still didn't understand Wei Yanwu's deeper meaning.

However, after successfully meeting with Liang Xun under Wei Yanwu's secret instructions, Chen handed over Wei Yanwu's secret letter to Liang Xun.

Liang Xun and Chen spoke for no more than five minutes in a closed room before Liang Xun arranged for Chen to stay overnight in a little-known guesthouse.

The next morning, Liang Xun arranged for a special vehicle to pick up Chen and take her to an old residential area in the old city of Shangshu.

The facilities here are old, but they are kept fairly clean.

Cats and dogs were lying on the roadside, and elderly people were going out to buy groceries in the morning, greeting their neighbors.

Chen came here, of course, not to experience life.

She's looking for someone.

Following the route, Chen stopped in front of an old-fashioned single-story building, went up to the third floor, and stopped in front of the house on the right.

After searching for a while without finding the doorbell, Chen could only reach out and knock on the door twice. The red upside-down "Fu" character pasted on the door shook with Chen's knocking, and some fake gold powder fell off.

A moment later, a voice came from inside the door.

"Who?"

The voice was strong and resonant, but somewhat hoarse, clearly indicating that the person was an elderly man.

Chen said respectfully.