Ark Undead

"very good."

Nian nodded as he picked up his glass and downed the wine in one gulp.

After deciding to change the future she had seen in her dream, she was lost for a long time.

The problem isn't that she doesn't know how to solve it.

In fact, she also knew that as long as she found out the few among the twelve who had inherited powers related to the abyss, she could understand what happened back then and perhaps find a way to change that future.

But on his own, Nian simply didn't have the ability to find them.

She was already very strong. As a former god of the Great Yan Dynasty, her power was like that of legends, capable of easily annihilating armies and possessing all sorts of magical abilities.

But they were, after all, her brothers and sisters, whose strength was almost equal. And others would also know about the lack of inheritance during those years.

One person's desire to change the status quo makes him seem like an anomaly compared to the other eleven.

She desperately needs external forces to change this unchanging future.

Fortunately, she grasped at the lifeline of the immortals.

After finishing the wine in his glass, Nian stood up from his chair.

Her expression had returned to normal, no longer as gloomy as before.

"Time waits for no one, and you don't want to just wait around aimlessly, do you? Come on, let's go see someone."

"Who?"

When Nian looked back at the immortals, a somewhat pleased smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"A guy who thinks he's some kind of immortal, a drunkard. And it seems you've already had contact with her, haven't you?"

Nian said.

"This girl's biggest hobby is inviting people to her dreams to drink and chat with her. Judging from the aura you exude, there's no way she wouldn't have invited you."

The Undying Man immediately recalled the time he suddenly fell asleep on his way to the Great Yan.

So it was her?

On the other side, Chen, who had been chatting with the old master for more than half an hour, walked out of the old master's house feeling dizzy.

During those half hours, Chen realized for the first time that chatting with an elderly person could be so tiring.

From Chen's work situation to whether she has ever been in a relationship.

Rather than chatting with the elderly, Chen preferred to raid a criminal den all by himself.

I'm so tired, so very tired.

Not only that, when Chen came out, he was carrying a small plastic bag containing two bottles of milk, as well as some red dates, peanuts, melon seeds, and the like.

Even though Chen kept saying he didn't need it, the old man kept nodding frantically while squinting his eyes, telling Chen to take it and not to be shy.

Putting everything else aside, just looking at these peanuts and melon seeds, you can tell that they are definitely in the style of the elders of the Great Yan Dynasty.

Chen sighed, and after relaxing his body, he immediately lost all his strength.

I originally thought the Celestial Master would be a very serious figure, but I didn't expect him to be just like an ordinary old man.

No... In some ways, this talkative old Taoist master is even more difficult to deal with than the average old man.

It's no wonder that when this old Celestial Master was mentioned, Wei Yanwu's face showed not only respect, but also a complex emotion that Chen couldn't understand at the time.

Now Mr. Chen understands.

However, more than that, Chen was more concerned about what the old master had given her before she left.

The old man said there were peanuts, melon seeds, and other small gifts inside, as well as something to be presented to the immortals.

Since he had his own things, Chen didn't need to hesitate to open the bag and see what was inside.

Upon opening the plastic bag, Chen found the so-called small gift that the old master had given her.

It was a neatly stacked pile of talismans.

The talisman was covered in wildly written, golden-yellow ink, characters that Chen couldn't understand. Even just holding it in his hand, Chen felt a slight tingling sensation.

It's obviously a good item, and there are so many of them. They must have been drawn by the old man himself. There must be at least thirty or forty of them in this stack.

Chen naturally knew about talismans; such a stack of talismans was no small gift.

Immediately, Chen had the idea of ​​going back to return the item to the old master.

This is really too valuable.

In the corner, a token was pitifully squeezed next to red dates and melon seeds.

Chen picked it up and glanced at it, only vaguely discerning two characters from the token.

But she couldn't recognize anything, so she had to throw the items back into the plastic bag.

Forget it, let's go back and find the immortals.

I need to take leave! Something came up and I was called out!

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286. Happy Chinese New Year!

Some people can talk freely in public without fear and express their opinions without any reservations.

Some people cannot openly express their thoughts to others, fearing all possible consequences, and thus shut their mouths and tongues, no longer speaking.

But some people see through the causes and consequences of things. Even with a magnanimous heart, they are too lazy to speak out.

Tired of the mundane world and unwilling to be tainted by worldly affairs, he secluded himself in the mountains and rivers.

Fortunately, Xi possesses this power, enabling her to fulfill her desires.

For her, it's better to stay in her own world than to interact with people, using her paintbrush to depict the magnificent waves and the details of the landscape within her heart.

Unlike her other siblings, Xi was the one least willing to deal with mundane matters.

In her eyes, the relationship between people is like a knot that can never be untied once it's tied.

Moreover, life is but a hundred years, fleeting like morning flowers in the evening. Even something as precious as the evening and the year will eventually turn into a handful of dust.

No, perhaps their fate was already sealed from birth. "Yellow earth" is just a figure of speech.

She retreats into her own world, satisfying all her needs in her favorite way within the limited time she has.

After all, they didn't have much to do, and even less ability to do anything.

Everyone has different aspirations and ideas. Xi never cares what others want to do. As long as they don't bother her, everything is fine.

So, when Xi picked up her pen today, she was filled with peace.

What should I draw today?

Her black hair cascaded over her thin, cloud-like robe, and her reddened eyes remained calm as she wrote, freely depicting her day's reverie.

"You said your brother or sister is an artist."

The Undead followed behind Nian, and he and Onstan stood at the entrance of the museum, looking up at the tall building.

"Yes, she's a shut-in artist. Years ago, I discovered she was secretly drawing someone's face looking embarrassed, and then she started arguing with me. She hasn't really wanted to see me since."

She spoke nonchalantly, only realizing what she had said after she finished.

"Ah, do you not know what a shut-in is? It's that kind of silly kid who never goes out, never takes a bath, is covered in ink, has messy hair, and only knows how to draw."

"I'm not unaware of it either."

Upon hearing the description of the year, the Undead thought of Kroos.

That silly little dog, if she has nothing to do, she'd never bother going out. As long as there's food in the room, she can eat and sleep all day.

Speaking of which, I wonder how Melanza is doing.

The Undying Man accepted the ticket given to him by Nian, but his mind was still on his eldest disciple.

Did Melantha discover the long knife she had left for her?

That long sword called the Long Sword.

"Give me tickets, give me tickets! Hey, what are you thinking about?"

Urged on by the year, the immortal came to his senses and handed the ticket in his hand to the ticket inspector.

The ticket inspector looked at the undead's attire, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.

"Sir, our museum prohibits the taking of sample photos... If you need to take photos, please go to a professional photography studio."

"Sample footage?"

The Undead looked down at his armor. What did the sample mean?

Instead, Nian came to the ticket inspector and explained a few words to him. With the ticket inspector looking on incredulously, he pushed the Undead Man to the security checkpoint and through the inspection gate.

Drop drop!

The inspection door suddenly flashed and made a loud noise.

Immediately, the immortals understood what the ticket inspector meant.

"This is, really, armor."

The Undead weighed the greatsword on his back, then looked up and asked.

"Do you want to store weapons?"

"No...no need. But please be careful not to damage the facilities in the museum, although...although there are protective measures in place."

Under the strange gaze of the ticket inspector, the immortal followed the young man dressed in a tight-fitting outfit into the museum.

Onstan, who followed, delivered an even more visually striking blow to the ticket inspector.

When Onstan bowed his head with a kind expression and handed the ticket to the ticket collector with his palm, which was larger than a palm-leaf fan, the ticket collector was unaware that his legs were trembling slightly.

Of course, he couldn't pass through the security gate, so Onstan had to sit on the ground while staff scanned him bit by bit with their instruments to check for dangerous items.

After passing through security, the three arrived at the museum on a weekday.