Chapter 65 He must have poisoned the food!
"Can these undead spirits speak?"
The adventurers and villains who were watching from further away couldn't help but whisper and talk to each other.
"These undead spirits can actually talk like humans?"
"It's so bizarre! It would be fine if the Undead Summoner could talk, but how can the Undead talk?"
"And why are they surrounding this guy? Could it be that this guy wearing a cloak and cannot be seen by others is also a ghost?"
"Didn't you hear that this guy is called the God of Death by those undead and undead summoners?"
"Shit, the God of Death! Isn't that the greatest enemy of the God of Light? Has God really come?"
"No, I think he might be a powerful undead summoner, deeply loved by the dead."
"Do the undead also have feelings like love? Don't the undead only know how to kill and deal with evil creatures?"
"You don't understand this!"
An elderly adventurer coughed, attracting everyone's attention, and then said complacently, "So, young people like you, don't go out on adventures without any experience."
"Who told you that the undead are necessarily evil creatures? All creatures in this world, even a weak magical bunny, have their own tribes and activity tracks."
"Have you forgotten what the most famous biological magician [Bear Grylls] said? Any creature has its own social structure and group."
"In Bear Grylls's Experimental Notes, Bear Grylls' analysis of the undead population was recorded in detail. Undead creatures are creatures that no one has ever seen or come into contact with. We cannot just look for answers in the temple books, but must use our hearts and eyes to truly experience them."
"Bear Grylls once said that justice and evil are only relative. For example, for the black bear gale beasts that feed on the magic bunny, they are the greatest evil to the magic bunny."
"Practice makes perfect. Experimentation is the only way to verify magical knowledge!"
The old adventurer said seriously, "Based on my current observations, these undead can speak. They should be using the soul message communication magic that Bear Grylls once recorded."
"Every undead is proficient in soul magic and is born with the ability to use their souls to communicate with any intelligent creature with language."
"As long as they don't conceal the voice of their souls, the sounds they send out through soul messages will naturally be heard by us, which then creates the illusion that the dead can actually speak."
"In fact, I guess that the undead should always be able to speak, but none of us have ever seen so many undead together before, and have never seen them communicate and interact, so we misunderstand that the undead are all dumb and cannot speak."
"As for this mysterious man in the cloak, I guess he is related to the villains who captured the Northern City last night. They should be a mysterious organization that specifically opposes the Temple."
"Many people in this organization must have learned and mastered the powerful undead summoning magic, which is why they are able to control so many undead creatures."
"Since there are so many undead and undead summoners worshiping this guy, this cloaked man should have a very high status in this force. He calls himself the God of Death, but he is probably not the real God of Death. He uses the title of the God of Death to express his hostile relationship with the Temple of Light."
The old adventurer's analysis impressed the nearby villains and adventurers.
"Old man, how do you know so much?"
"You are really amazing! I feel like what you said is the truth!"
"It turns out that there really are truly wise people in the city of the North!"
"Old man, who are you? I have never seen you before."
The old adventurer snorted coldly at the compliments from the crowd. He raised his head arrogantly and said, "I used to be a student at the Magic Academy..."
"...A magic teacher of distinguished status!" An adventurer couldn't help but exclaimed.
Everyone couldn't help but look at the old adventurer with special respect.
"No."
The old adventurer shook his head and said proudly, "I used to be a magic guardian at the Magic Academy."
"Magic Guardian! This name really sounds extraordinary!"
"What an impressive title! This should be an existence even more powerful than the magic teacher, right?"
"I seem to have heard of this name. The duty of a magic guardian seems to be to guard the gate of the magic academy and prevent students from skipping classes... Moreover, even ordinary people can take up this position, and they don't need to be proficient in any magic."
When everyone heard this, their expressions changed.
So after you've done so much analysis, you're just a retired janitor?
So are we still listening to your bragging analysis and theory so seriously?
Under the watchful eyes of the adventurers, the old adventurer's face turned red, he snorted, turned around and walked away.
Although his background and identity are not worth mentioning, the theories and speculations he left behind have been circulating in the Northern City, and eventually became the NPCs' subjective opinions and speculations on the undead players.
As time goes by, everyone can accept this statement.
The undead can actually talk! The undead are not necessarily completely evil creatures! This group of undead is organized by a mysterious enemy force of the temple! The boss of this mysterious force claims to be the god of death!
…
Xu Xiaofan had a headache.
How was he going to get out?
This group of players is too enthusiastic. After all, they are all believers in the God of Death, and Xu Xiaofan doesn't want to hurt the believers' feelings.
But if he really had to issue tasks, he couldn't think of any task content to deal with this group of players for a while.
The most outrageous thing is that there are players who openly ask the god of death for artifacts! There are also people who wear human female skin to seduce the god of death!
This is unbearable!
After all, I am the God of Death. Even if you are lawless players, you can't tease your own camp's BOSS like this, right?
"I have something else to do, don't hang around me."
Xu Xiaofan lowered his voice and tried to struggle to escape from the encirclement of the players.
"Death Father, what's going on? Are we going to attack the temple's lair?"
"Take me with you! Death Dad, I'm high level, I can be a vanguard!"
"Death Father, it's boring to attack the temple's lair, let's go to heaven to rob the angels!"
The players were relentless and unwilling to give up, hoping that the Grim Reaper would do something so that they could get a piece of the pie.
At this moment, Xu Xiaofan deeply understood that sentence.
"I may not be a human, but you guys are real dogs."
Just when Xu Xiaofan was about to lose his temper, the players suddenly dispersed.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Whoever dares to tease the God of Death again, I will chop him to death!"
Long Aotian came over with members of the combat department and forcefully separated the players. He waved his signature big blue bone everywhere, making it difficult for the players to dodge.
"Brother Long, stop waving!"
One player couldn't help but yell, "If you hit someone, it will be bad! This game has a friendly fire setting!"
"Friendly troops, what friendly troops?"
Long Aotian glared at him and said, "If you stay here any longer, I will bury all of you with honor!"
Long Aotian is not as easy to talk to as Xu Ercong. He has a gangster temper and a strong underworld vibe and will never reason with you.
Under the threat of Long Aotian, the players could only take a few steps back, but they were unwilling to leave so easily and stood in the distance and watched from afar.
I'm not willing to accept this!
This is the first time the God of Death leaves the Kingdom of God, he must have a mission!
What if you could receive a mission from the God of Death, wouldn’t you be able to soar to the top of the game?
"My Lord Death, you are frightened."
Long Aotian put away his knife, smiled, ran to Xu Xiaofan, clasped his fists and performed ancient etiquette: "I am late! I hope Lord Death will forgive me!"
This guy is really brainless. He doesn't even look at the background of the game. This is a magical world. Don't you think it's a bit inappropriate for you to communicate with NPCs using ancient etiquette?
Xu Xiaofan was quite speechless, and then he spoke in a hoarse voice, pretending to be deep: "Who are you, and what do you want from me?"
"Ah, Lord Death, you forgot!"
Long Aotian shouted, his eyes widened, and he raised his hand and pointed at himself: "Me! I am Xiao Aotian! I am your most loyal believer! Some time ago, you baptized me personally to increase my faith!"
"Xiao Aotian?"
"Oh my god, Brother Long can also act like a spoiled child?"
"If anyone has a screenshot, please post it on the forum!"
The players watching from afar saw Long Aotian's aggrieved look on his face and immediately covered their eyes, unable to bear to look at it. However, some people were so amazed that they quickly took screenshots and videos as a souvenir.
It's rare to see Brother Long acting like a little girl.
"Long Aotian?"
"Yes, Lord Death, do you remember?"
"Yeah, I remember now."
Xu Xiaofan nodded: "What do you want to talk to me about?"
"Ah, nothing much."
Long Aotian rubbed his hands in embarrassment: "Lord Death God, we players... no, several commanders of our Death God Corps know that you have left the Kingdom of God, so we thought you might have something to deal with."
"As the representative of the legion commanders, I came out to greet you."
"Let's not talk about anything else, no matter what happens! Let's have a meal and drink some wine to welcome you back!"
"Lord Death, let me tell you, the barley wine in this city is really delicious..."
Long Aotian might be used to socializing in real life, and all he talks about is drinking, eating, and welcoming guests.
"Fuck, he invited the god of death to dinner and tried to get the mission through the back door, Brother Long is such a dog!"
"I'm afraid that won't work. Death is a god after all. Does he need to eat?"
"But no matter what, I despise Brother Long's behavior of using his power as the legion leader to get close to and curry favor with the big boss."
"Yes, I despise him too, but he is the commander of the legion after all."
"Death Father, don't go to eat and drink! Brother Long will definitely poison the food!"
"Fuck! How dare you ruin my good thing!"
Long Aotian turned his head, glared and yelled: "Which little bastard shouted that? Stand up and let Daddy Long talk to you about your ideal life."
"not me!"
"It's not me either!"
The individual players all took a step back in unison, waving their hands and shaking their heads to indicate that they were innocent.
Xu Xiaofan felt that he couldn't stand here any longer.
Otherwise, his prestige as the God of Death will be destroyed by this idiot sooner or later.
Xu Xiaofan took a step forward and walked directly into the city.
"Hey, hey, hey, Lord Death, where are you going?"
Long Aotian became anxious and quickly led his men to follow Xu Xiaofan's footsteps. At the end, he did not forget to turn around and glare at the individual players.
"What a bunch of fools! The God of Death must have a big mission when he left the Kingdom of God. Whenever I, Long Aotian, got a big mission, when did I not take you guys to share it?"
After saying that, Long Aotian also followed the god of death.
"Brother Long, what you said makes sense. Although the three gangsters are overbearing, they always take us on missions."
"It seems we have misunderstood Brother Long."
Suddenly, a player's voice roared from the crowd: "Death God Dad! Go eat quickly, don't be hungry! The food made by Brother Long is delicious! If it's not delicious, I will do a handstand and have diarrhea on the live broadcast!"
"...If you put it that way, even if the god of death is hungry, he won't eat."
"Brother, that's not the way you praise someone."
"Do all netizens like to cheat for free food and drinks this time?"
