Ark Undead

However, Greyhound kept his hands tucked into his pockets, and his muscles were very tense.

He walked quietly along the road, following behind the Undead and Onstan.

Until the Undead turned around, looked at the greyhound beside him, and spoke.

"Now, what do you plan to do?"

Greyhound's hand trembled slightly, and it took him a few seconds to realize what the Undead was asking him.

"What can I do? I don't have anything else to do now."

Greyhound shrugged and said nonchalantly.

"According to that immortal, this matter has nothing to do with us. The emperor intends to take action, and he has his own ideas. So no matter how much we investigate, we will only cause trouble for these immortals, and we might even get ourselves into trouble."

Ling spoke about this matter without reservation in front of Greyhound and Brother Sun, partly because he trusted them to stay out of trouble, and partly to warn them not to waste their energy on this matter anymore—this was no longer their place to interfere.

Brother Sun clearly understood the order's meaning. After nodding, he immediately nudged the greyhound twice and gave it a stern look.

The greyhound immediately shrank its head, indicating that it understood.

Both are smart people; a little guidance will suffice.

However, what truly shocked Greyhound was his identity as an immortal.

"I said...brother."

"explain."

The Undead found it strange to see the gray dog ​​suddenly acting so awkward.

The greyhound blinked, then suddenly leaned its head closer, wearing a strange smile.

"You...you really are the Great Yan Divine General?"

"They said I am."

The immortal remained calm and readily admitted it.

"Then that's me."

"Grass."

A single word expressed the greyhound's shock and confusion.

He instinctively covered the small bag on his chest, which contained the bank card given to him by the Undead.

Well, if the Great Yan Divine General's bank card were put up for auction, it would probably fetch more money than the money in the bank card itself.

Greyhound, of course, wouldn't do something so stupid, but he still felt a bit conflicted.

"However, I don't actually have any real feeling."

"The immortal said again."

"They say I am. But I myself have no memory of it."

"Then you have amnesia."

Greyhound immediately said with certainty.

"You must have amnesia. Didn't you see the strange looks those two immortals gave you?"

"Perhaps."

The immortal didn't deny it, he just nodded.

Then all three of them fell silent, and Onstan had no intention of speaking either.

The three of them reached the intersection ahead. Greyhound turned in a different direction, and then he remembered.

He turned his head and spoke to the Undead.

"Big brother, I'll head back now."

"Go."

The immortal waved his hand.

I won't be coming to see you during this time. Take care of yourself.

"Don't worry, I'm still pretty good at fighting!"

Greyhound patted his chest confidently, then remembered Nian and Ling, and could only bite the bullet and add one more sentence.

"Unless it's some kind of immortal who's deliberately trying to cause me trouble."

"Ah."

The Undead had a lot of faith in Greyhound's fighting ability.

However, he still added a sentence.

"If you need anything, you can come find me. You know where I am."

"Row."

Greyhound nodded, smiled at the Undead, then turned around, waved casually, and walked nonchalantly toward his Rhodes Island office.

The Undead and Onstan headed back to their hotel.

Now that things are pretty much clearer, all that's left is to go back and figure out how to talk to Liang Xun.

The two spoke frankly, and Bu Siren felt that Liang Xun could now tell him the truth instead of always beating around the bush.

However, before Greyhound could be completely out of sight, the Undead turned back and glanced at the street in Greyhound's direction.

He stood there for several seconds, and it wasn't until Onstan had taken several steps forward that he realized the Undead hadn't followed.

Onstan turned his head and looked at the Undead.

"What's wrong? Are you reluctant to part with it?"

Onstan was joking, of course, but after learning the details, he could acknowledge Greyhound's efforts for the Undead, which had played a significant role in the past few days.

The Undead turned around, glanced at Ornstein, then turned back to stare at Greyhound until Greyhound completely disappeared around the corner of the road.

"No... never mind, it's fine. Let's go."

The Undead shook his head and followed Onstan.

Greyhound was somewhat distracted the whole way, not because he understood the conversation between Rei and the Undead.

From the moment Greyhound heard Therese's name, he became somewhat restless.

Specifically, this manifests in the greyhound's personality.

Normally, even a few hours ago, Greyhound would have been able to chime in on Ling's conversation.

When they met in the afternoon, Greyhound said several more things.

But after Ling mentioned Theresis and the War of the Two Kings, Greyhound fell silent.

Even though his expression didn't change, his behavior was enough for Brother Sun, who was familiar with Greyhound, to realize that something was wrong.

Before the immortals and the others could end their conversation, Brother Sun patted Greyhound and asked him what was wrong.

The greyhound simply shook its head to indicate that it was fine.

But once he was actually out and separated from the Undead, Greyhound began to fall into his own train of thought.

Without realizing it, he arrived at his own front door. Greyhound subconsciously reached for his keys, only then realizing that his front door had been smashed.

He sighed and was about to bend down to lift the wooden door.

laugh!

The greyhound fell to its right, a shimmering blue light appearing on its left hand, instantly covering its arm with crystals. In its palm, it held a crossbow bolt.

Then, two more whooshing sounds pierced the air.

Greyhound turned around and flung the crossbow bolt he was holding, which collided with one of the incoming bolts, deflecting it off course.

While he was turning around, another crossbow bolt grazed his side and embedded itself in the door frame behind him.

Greyhound's eyes gleamed as he stared at the rooftops and alleyways of the dark street in front of him.

"Is this how you greet guests?"

To be honest, Greyhound himself was a little unsure, as he couldn't tell a person's identity from the crossbow bolts.

But judging from the fact that the other side dared to take action on the streets of Da Yan, they must be guys who aren't afraid of the consequences.

Officials? Or, as Ling mentioned, those hiding within the Great Yan...

"You flatter me, senior. I am a guest, but you are a guest too."

A lazy female voice rang out from the rooftop, and a black shadow jumped down, landing lightly on the ground and exposing itself to the greyhound.

"I heard from the adults that you are a highly skilled person, able to hide in the Great Yan for so long. I've followed you all the way from the street corner to here, and you didn't even react?"

The dim streetlights illuminated a head of black hair, with a few strands of scarlet hair falling down her cheeks.

Half of the girl's face was illuminated by the light, while the other half remained hidden in shadow. On the visible half, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned; her fake smile couldn't have been more perfect.

The greyhound clicked his tongue, and his gaze toward the girl slowly shifted from serious to irritating.

"When did you arrive?"

"The greyhound asked in a low voice."

"Just you?"

"I just arrived recently, and I'm the only one here now, but that might not be the case later."

W looked down, fiddling with the small crossbow in his hand; the crossbow bolts were not fitted with Originium explosives.

After all, this is within the territory of the Great Yan Dynasty, so it's not appropriate to make such a big commotion.

"Are you panicking?"

"A little."

The greyhound nodded seriously.

"I'm thinking about whether I should leave you here permanently."

"You don't trust me? Is it because you haven't seen your colleagues in so long?"