Ark Undead

"There was no sound, and the signs of erosion were very obvious, unlike a life form that had been eroded. It was more like a man-made...object? Describing it as an object would be more appropriate."

Onstan saw it all clearly; he only made one move throughout the entire process, and he saw it much more clearly than the other two.

"These are not the main points."

After confirming that there were no other signs of life nearby, the flames on the undead gradually dissipated.

In Nian's eyes, when the flame that brought her pain and awakened her instincts disappeared, she also breathed a sigh of relief.

The immortal shook the gourd he was holding in his hand, looked at Nian beside him, and asked.

"You just said this is..."

"It's my eldest sister's gourd."

Nian was certain he hadn't misread it.

"It's the one I was talking about with Xi."

Then, the three of them fell silent.

Strange.

The three of them had just left Xi's place when they were attacked in the city, and the location just happened to be this secluded side road leading to the main road.

How could someone place something like this right under the noses of three people and still track their location without them noticing?

This ability is something that ordinary people or infected individuals cannot achieve.

She didn't keep anything to herself that year, and immediately realized the seriousness of the matter.

“My eldest sister, like us, also needs to cleanse the demonic seeds in her body regularly. But she is stronger than all of us, so she shouldn’t have put the wine gourd in this position.”

Although she enjoys life and has a carefree personality, she can still distinguish between what is important and what is not when it comes to serious matters.

"My eldest sister always carries her wine gourd with her; she's a heavy drinker. It's unlikely she would easily leave it here as a trap trigger. Of course... we can't rule out the possibility that it was her. After all, the only thing left behind is this wine gourd."

Nian showed no favoritism towards the eldest sister. At this point, any of the twelve fragments of the divine beasts could be the mastermind behind it all.

Even the immortals found it strange.

If it were some formidable enemy, that would be one thing. But it's such a weak monster that it left such obvious traces.

If we insist on attributing the act to the owner of this wine gourd, the clues are indeed quite obvious. However, they are somewhat far-fetched and easily arouse suspicion.

In a normal story, this would be a foolish attempt to pin the blame on someone.

Even so, with the wine gourd here, the three of them had to consider the possibility that this older sister had been corrupted by the abyss.

Now it seems that Nian's decision to go to see his older sister alone might have been somewhat dangerous.

At this moment, Onstan suddenly realized something.

"Oh no, if our itinerary is discovered... your Rhodes Island friend?!"

Even the immortals remembered Greyhound.

His strength might be considered above average among ordinary people. But now, without a suitable weapon, he is completely inadequate in front of gods of Nian and Xi's caliber.

"Go, go back!"

The three of them stopped slowing down and quickly ran towards the nightclub they had come from.

When the three returned to the nightclub, sure enough, there was no one left.

Strangely, there were no signs of a struggle or resistance. But the wine glasses left on the table and the uncapped wine bottles both conveyed a message.

They left in a hurry, and without leaving any information for the Year or the Undead.

When she encountered this situation that year, she also began to frown; she couldn't understand it.

"It feels like... I was taken away by someone."

Onstan walked over to the bottle, picked it up, and glanced at it.

"This isn't the bottle we just drank from."

"The Palace of the Year? Your, brothers and sisters?"

The immortal turned to look at Nian and asked.

"You seem to know Brother Sun."

When I met Nian here earlier, I clearly remember that before leaving, Brother Sun was very respectful to Nian, as if he knew Nian's identity.

"I'm going to find Greyhound. It was Sun who gave me the information. He told me that if I wanted to find people from Rhodes Island, I should go there."

Nian nodded, speaking frankly.

“I have a good relationship with Xiao Sun. I saved him once before, and he has often helped me with things since then.”

"Can this Sun be trusted?"

"Yes...it should be possible."

Even now, Nian is somewhat unsure about the situation of the people around her.

First, it was the eldest sister's wine gourd, then the greyhound and Brother Sun disappeared.

To this day, they are still unsure whether it was their eldest sister who took them away or whether it was Si Suitai who did it.

I have absolutely no clue.

I left Xi's place happily, having learned a lot about the past and found clues pointing to Nian's eldest sister.

Everything is in chaos now, and even Nian doesn't know if she can find her eldest sister again.

She was even a little panicked. With the Undead residing in Shang Shu, what if she really found her eldest sister, and her eldest sister, as one of their theories suggested, was indeed connected to the Abyss? She didn't know...

Just as the three were about to fall silent again, the nightclub door was suddenly pushed open.

"This hot pot is alright, but it gets spicier and spicier as I eat, and I can't handle it. I'm afraid I'll start spitting fire if I go back later."

That voice... the Undead knew it all too well. That slightly sleazy and lewd tone... it was definitely Greyhound.

He walked in with a toothpick in his mouth, food in his left and right hands, and a look of contentment on his face.

Brother Sun, who followed behind, was rather reserved, showing none of the composure he displayed when speaking to Greyhound earlier; he merely echoed Greyhound's words.

"It's alright, I think it tastes pretty good... Where's the immortal?"

"I'm full and satisfied, that's good."

Following behind Brother Sun was not Sister Wu, but another immortal and a person whom Onstan had never seen before.

She was dressed in a white robe, with a scroll made of dozens of bamboo slips hanging inside.

The modified short traditional-style coat underneath the long robe, along with the super-short hot pants that allowed for easy movement, added a touch of modernity to her look.

Her style of dress is somewhat similar to Nian's; they both seem to be the kind of people who are passionate about life.

As for her long, bluish-green hair, it was tied on top of her head with something resembling a crown, while the rest of her hair was loose and flowing down her back.

A black gauntlet extending from the wide sleeve hooked onto a large gourd hanging with a black ribbon.

This gourd is exactly the same as the gourd in the hands of the immortal.

Without needing any introduction from others, the Undead and Ornstein immediately recognized the person's identity the moment they saw the gourd.

But why did this guy approach Greyhound again, and why did he seem so familiar with Brother Sun?

Judging from their appearance, it seems they just went out for a meal?

"Hey, you're back! Look who's this?"

Greyhound looked up and saw three figures standing there in a daze. His face lit up like a firework, and he happily put down the takeout food in his hand. He went to the Undead and turned to point at the immortal who was still standing at the door.

"..."

The Undead glanced at the Greyhound.

Why is this guy everywhere?

First, there was the demon seed in the sewers, then Nian came looking for him, and now he's run into Nian's older sister.

Was it good luck or bad luck?

For a moment, Nian didn't realize what had happened.

One second they were discussing whether their eldest sister might be corrupted by the abyss, and the next second she walked in with Brother Sun and Greyhound, practically arm in arm and ready to say something.

Drink! Keep drinking!

Nian blinked, opened her mouth, but didn't know what to ask.

On the contrary, the woman standing at the door, who was called an immortal, raised an eyebrow after seeing the three immortals.

Unsurprisingly, I walked down from the doorway and approached them.

"I got hungry while waiting for you. So I went out for a meal."

It was like meeting an old friend; no one who wasn't dead showed any fear or dread of the New Year or the Eve.

"Judging from your expressions, are you surprised to see me?"

"This is yours."

The immortal threw her the gourd of wine he was holding.

She reached out and hooked the rope in the air, played with it in her hand for a couple of moments, and then chuckled.

"She's a skillful person, but her methods are rather dirty and despicable."

Then, with a slight squeeze, she crushed the gourd.

The immortal just stared at her.

He couldn't detect any familiar scent. The lingering abyssal aura in the crushed gourd was easily neutralized by the woman before him; it was clear she was quite adept at clearing away the abyss.

To say that she was corrupted by the abyss, the Undead felt that this was almost impossible; she had no scent at all, she was too clean.

"Let's get to know each other again, Ling."

Her blue and purple eyes looked at the undead in front of her, and there was a trace of nostalgia in them as she spoke again.

"You probably don't remember me, Lord Ash."

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