Ark Undead

"Yes."

Chen nodded, only to see the old master's face turn even paler.

Chen was unaware that the old Taoist master had fallen off his chair last night because not only were his talismans destroyed, but they had also been retrieved by someone following the traces of the spell.

The one who can do this not only completely suppresses the old master in terms of technique, but also has an energy purity that is absolutely cleaner and more flawless than the old master's pure source stone energy.

Besides, being burned by fire is not a pleasant experience at all.

The old master was able to pull through thanks to the fact that he originally practiced divine thunder.

Not to mention, he had personally witnessed the true fire that had been left behind.

"Good, it's good that you're coming with the Divine General."

The old master still feels a bit shaken when he recalls how he felt last night.

This is something no human can withstand. At least, even the Celestial Master's century of cultivation is no match for true fire.

"How long have you known the Divine General?"

The old master tried to get some information from Chen, so as to prepare for what would happen later.

To everyone's surprise, Chen simply shook his head.

"We haven't known each other for very long, only two months ago, and we haven't done anything together. But...the Undying...the Divine General is very approachable, and our relationship is fairly good."

Hearing Chen say this, the old master had no choice but to put aside his own little schemes for the time being.

Then, he stroked his beard, smoothing it down for a while, before speaking.

"Since you say it's up to me to make the decision, then I'll just say it directly."

The old master took a bottle from the cabinet behind him.

Inside the bottle, a wisp of black smoke was swirling within.

The old celestial master asked the question.

Do you know what a demon seed is?

...

On the other side, the Undead and Onstan sat in the car for quite a while.

We drove along Shangshu Avenue, passing two or three bustling commercial streets, and finally stopped in front of a building near the city center.

The Undead and Ornstein looked to their right and saw the character "Dust" projected in red onto the smooth surface of the building.

Judging from this, this is the place called "Red Dust Traveler".

The Undead still remembered that when Greyhound spoke of the Red Dust Traveler, his face showed some distrust and gloom.

Looking back now, Greyhound probably suffered a setback in a place like Red Dust Inn because he was broke.

After all, the first impression this kind of building gives to the undead is that everything is decided by money.

Just like many places in Kazimierz, with enough money, you can do things that normal people can't even imagine.

This is why so many people in Kazimierz aspire to become competitive knights. Because if they rise to prominence, they have the opportunity to achieve a great leap forward in their lives.

Unfortunately, there will always be only a handful of such people.

Onstan was quite tall, and when he jumped off the carriage with the Undead, the waiter standing at the entrance of the Red Dust Inn quickly came over.

"Excuse me, how can I help you?"

The Undead turned around and waved to the driver who had brought them there.

"You can go now. No need to wait for us."

The driver nodded frantically, flattered, and then drove off from the entrance of Hongchenke.

After the driver left, the immortal turned around and spoke to the waiter.

"I've come to gather information."

"what..."

The waiter didn't react for a moment, but after a second of hesitation, he put on a professional smile.

"You two are here for a drink."

The Undead didn't quite understand the rules of the mortals. The waiter was taken aback, probably because the Undead had stated his purpose directly, but the others didn't.

"That's fine too."

The Undead nodded, accepting that he was simply adapting to local customs.

"This way, please."

Immediately, the waiter reached behind him and led Onstan and the Undead into the Red Dust Guest Hall.

The entrance to this building on the ground floor is over three meters high. Even Onstan only needed to slightly nod his head to enter.

The ceiling is over ten meters high; such a building completely disregards land planning.

Upon arriving at the Red Dust Guest Hall, the Undying One noticed that there were many people carrying luggage.

It turns out that Hongchenke is not only a bar, but also a hotel.

"It's rare to find guests like you two who are so frank about wanting to know information. I apologize for my poor hospitality earlier."

The waiter seemed completely unconcerned about the problems with his words, speaking directly and frankly.

"Generally speaking, people use drinking as an excuse to casually ask us for information. Of course, we can't rule out guests with special needs."

The waiter turned around, looked at the Undead and Ornstein, his smile still on his face, and asked.

"So, which type of guest do you two consider to be?"

The Undead and Ornstein exchanged a glance, both wondering if this was a bit troublesome.

The immortals have no interest in playing guessing games with a waiter here.

So he said.

"You answer my questions, I pay you. Which one is that?"

The waiter nodded immediately.

"I understand."

Seemingly sensing that the undead were in a hurry, the waiter turned around and quickened his pace to lead the way.

Before long, the immortal was led by the waiter to a large door on the inside of the first floor.

"Once you're inside, just ask the person sitting behind the table your questions. We'll charge you based on your questions. This is the simplest, but also the most expensive way."

The immortal nodded and pushed the door open to go inside.

Just as the waiter was about to suggest other methods, he saw the Undead ignore him and walk straight inside.

The words I was about to say suddenly got stuck there.

boom!

After Onstan squatted inside, he slammed the door shut, and a gust of wind blew across the waiter's face.

He sighed helplessly, shook his head, and went back to the door to do his work.

After the Undead and Ornstein entered, they saw a woman sitting behind the table.

The woman had some wrinkles on her face and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on her nose.

He was processing messages and intelligence on the terminal.

Hearing someone push open the door, she spoke without looking up.

"If you have any questions, just say so. Time is precious, and I'm sure you don't want to waste it."

The person who didn't die thought the woman's attitude was quite good.

So he said it directly.

"I'm looking for Greyhound, a Rhodes Island operator."

The woman was busy with the terminal in her hand.

Upon hearing the name Greyhound, her fingers paused for a moment, and then she finally looked up at the Undead.

She stared at the undead for two or three seconds before asking.

"You know him? What's your relationship with him?"

"?" The Undead was getting impatient.

Am I asking the question, or are you asking the question?

"Just answer."

The immortal spoke faster, and the woman seemed to sense his displeasure.

She glanced down at the terminal, then tapped it a few times.

Then, she looked up and said.

"This intelligence is very valuable. Pay first, then we'll answer."

"can."

As he spoke, the Undead reached inside his armor.

boom!

Just then, a huge explosion suddenly rang out outside the door behind the Undead.

The shockwave blasted the doors open, and two door panels slammed into Onstan's back, shattering into several pieces of wood.

Onstan glanced back and immediately saw a man running out from the depths of the passage, carrying a box in his hand.

Onstan didn't want to get involved, but the undead beside him spoke up.

Greyhound?

That's right, that man was Greyhound.

Greyhound was dealing with the security guards running in front of him when he heard the voice of the undead man and immediately turned to look.