My vampire princess wants to repay a debt of gratitude.

In front of each mound is a pottery jar, which is probably a local custom to place the deceased's favorite items inside.

As Ye Zimo walked along, she noticed that some pottery jars contained bone chains, some contained fruit, and others contained cloth toys. However, the stitching on these cloth toys was very rough, indicating that they were clearly homemade.

The lower half of each earthenware jar contained ashes, which is a very strange custom.

The ashes are not buried in a tomb, but placed in a pottery jar.

She walked to one of the tombstones, squatted down, tapped the soil, and listened with her ear close to the ground.

Lin Mo's hearing was synchronized with hers, and she could clearly hear that the tomb was empty; to be precise, there might be a passage underneath.

It wasn't just this one tombstone; Ye Zimo discovered that almost all the graves in the entire cemetery had hollow spaces underneath them.

It's like the main story of the cemetery is just a cover, concealing the underground world.

Lin Mo was also somewhat delighted, not expecting that such a secret was hidden in the cemetery.

The reason these scholars and soldiers failed to discover it is likely because their sense of smell and hearing are far inferior to those of the vampires from the other world.

Lin Mo used a simple digging technique to open one of the tombstones, revealing a narrow passageway.

Ye Zimo was petite and walked in with a slight bend in her waist.

At the same time, Lin Mo used witchcraft to seal the exit again to prevent the outside virus from entering.

If there are living people here, he doesn't want them to be infected with the M virus.

After passing through the narrow passage, the view suddenly opened up, and crystals shimmering with blue light illuminated this open space.

To be precise, there really is an underground world here.

A winding underground river flows through the area, and houses are built along its banks. Each of these houses is connected to a tombstone on the ground, resulting in a strange, columnar shape for the houses.

Finally, it formed a giant net, spreading across this underground world.

The crystal shimmering with blue light is blood ore. Lin Mo had always thought blood ore was red, but in fact, before it is refined, it is blue and emits a natural blue light.

These blood ores not only glow, but are also the main food source for the underground inhabitants.

There's a market here, bustling with people strolling around in small groups. Rows of shops are open, selling all sorts of daily necessities and decorations, from sweet potatoes to gold jewelry—you name it, they have it.

The people here are generally short, which may be related to their living space. Most of them are not good-looking. Some have facial deformities, some have body deformities, and some have both facial and body deformities. A few are normal, but they look very slovenly because of their hunched backs.

In short, if the Toridor people have the appearance of angels, then the vampires here seem to be beings cursed by demons.

They are descendants of the Nofele tribe, and are easily identifiable.

In front of each house is the symbol of the Norfiel tribe.

Even without the Nofel tribe's insignia, they can be identified by their deformed and ugly appearance.

"These people were not contaminated, probably because they have always lived in the underground world and escaped the crisis."

Lin Mo said definitively, because he did not detect the M virus from them.

The M-virus is actually a kind of contamination, a contamination caused by the spread of the immortality curse. Wizards are more sensitive to this contamination than ordinary people.

The pedestrians suddenly saw Ye Zimo and were startled by her beauty.

Everyone stopped to watch, as if admiring the most beautiful work of art in the world.

Even if they are born ugly, it does not prevent them from having aesthetic sense.

"You... are an outsider."

Suddenly someone asked warily.

At this moment, because the crowd watching Ye Zimo had caused a serious traffic jam, the sheriff in charge of public order came up and needed to direct the traffic.

"Madam, no matter where you're from, please don't disrupt the normal operation of our market..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was stunned by Ye Zimo's face.

There are such beautiful women in this world!

The sheriff felt his worldview had been turned upside down.

Whenever Lin Mo saw those expressions on their faces, he felt a secret sense of satisfaction.

Yes, this is my girlfriend, Ye Zimo.

Yes, she's also my future wife.

Wait a minute, it seems I haven't saved enough money for the bride price yet.

Lin Mo began to feel sad again.

These emotional swings are happening a bit too fast.

Chapter 266 Customs

The sheriff wiped away the drool that had inadvertently escaped his lips, coughed twice, and asked, "Honorable lady, you must be a visitor. We don't welcome outsiders here, but you are so beautiful. Would you be so kind as to come to my home and register?"

Ye Zimo looked at him calmly.

He straightened his clothes and tried to stand up straight so that he could just reach Ye Zimo's nose.

The height difference is a major disadvantage.

But the sheriff was already one of the taller men here.

Just then, a woman emerged from the crowd, cursing and swearing, and grabbed the sheriff's ear: "You want to invite a young and pretty girl home again? Do you think I don't exist?"

"Madam, I was wrong. I really just wanted to help her with the registration."

"Oh, Ancestor, why didn't you take this liar with you?"

The woman, holding the frying pan in one hand, smashed it down on the sheriff's head.

This scene eased Ye Zimo's previously heavy mood, making her smile with relief.

Ye Zimo's smile seemed to light up the entire market, attracting countless onlookers.

They all stared blankly at Ye Zimo, much like a scene of obsessive fans chasing after their idol.

They are called demented because they are basically afraid to move; they just stand still, quietly and politely watching.

Neither crazy nor excited, just staring intently.

Compared to Ye Zimo's appearance, each of them felt extremely inferior and dared not approach her to talk. However, they couldn't help but want to take another look at Ye Zimo, which led to this situation.

Traffic was completely paralyzed.

The sheriff was too henpecked to maintain order.

The traffic paralysis didn't end until the old patriarch of the Nofele tribe appeared in this world.

The old clan chief invited Ye Zimo to his home as a guest.

The old patriarch's house was no different from the others; it was a house shaped like an earthworm.

Inside the house, they also used blood ore for lighting.

The blue light illuminated the room, making it bright and airy, yet it also created a sense of mystery.

The old patriarch wore a black cloak that covered half of his aged face. His hands were as dry as old tree bark, and he gripped a scepter tightly.

The scepter bears the totem of the Nofyl tribe, suggesting it is also an ancestral artifact, though its serial number is unknown.

The old clan chief's son poured Ye Zimo a cup of blood as a gesture of hospitality; this fresh mole blood was their way of showing respect to their most honored guest.

They sat around a campfire, on which moles were roasting.

It's obvious that this poor mole was drained of all its blood, and its body wasn't spared either.

Ye Zimo took a sip of mole blood, and it tasted even worse than frozen artificial blood.

But there was no sign of disgust on her face.

Lin Mo would always block out their shared senses whenever Ye Zimo drank blood.

He disliked the taste of blood, let alone drinking it directly.

He asked the clan chief curiously, "Why do you live underground? And why is there a cemetery above?"

"For thousands of years, we, the Nofele people, have lived in the underground world because we are too ugly and would be discriminated against if we went to the surface. So we prefer to live in the underground world. Only after we die will we go to the surface world. Therefore, our cemeteries are all on our heads. When our ancestors died, they were buried in the cemeteries on our heads so that their souls could see the sunlight and rain."

The old clan chief spoke without any apparent qualms, as if he were recounting someone else's story.

"But I also saw the Norphele tribe up there."

Lin Mo was referring to the vampires who lived in the blue house; although they were all dead, they had indeed moved to the surface world.

“A few months ago, a group of outsiders came. Some of our people encountered them when they went to the earth to bury their elders. They persuaded our people to move up there and taught them how to build houses on the earth. That group of people disobeyed their ancestral teachings, migrated to the surface, and has severed ties with us.”

The old chieftain's face was illuminated by the firelight, casting an unpredictable shadow, but his words remained calm, as if nothing could stir any further emotion in him.

Judging from his age, he is at least over eighty years old.

"What's wrong with moving to the surface world? I want to go up there and see it too."

The old clan chief's grandson muttered something. This was a boy who looked to be seven or eight years old. His body was also obviously deformed, and he walked with a limp.

He sat down next to Ye Zimo and stared at her blankly.

"Sister, your eyes are so beautiful, like red gemstones."

"Thank you."

Ye Zimo politely accepted his praise, but when she wanted to reciprocate, she found herself at a loss for words.

Lin Mo said on behalf of his girlfriend, "Your teeth are also very cute."

The boy laughed, revealing a pair of small tiger teeth.

Indeed, of all his features, only his tiger teeth deserve praise.

The old patriarch shook his head and slowly said, "A great calamity is coming. If we leave the underworld, we will only lose the protection of our ancestors."

"Although you have always lived in the underground world, your intelligence capabilities are still outstanding."

Ye Zimo praised.

In Ye Zimo's original world, the Nofele tribe also possessed superb intelligence gathering capabilities.

"The cold wind is our ears, the black soil is our nose, and nothing in this world can be hidden from us. However, we are unwilling to fight for anything. We just want to live peacefully in the underground world. We hope that the outsiders will not think that we are incompetent and allow you to set foot in our surface world, but that does not mean that we can let you take away our bloodstone."