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Chapter 97 Return to the Ancient Capital
Chapter 97 Returning to the Ancient Capital
"You know him?" Su Xiaoluo was overjoyed and hurriedly asked Lu Jie and the others.
Mo Fan opened his mouth, glanced at Zhang Xiaohou who still looked blank, and then looked at Su Xiaoluo, the girl beside him. Could it be that he had encountered a melodramatic plot and suffered amnesia?
Who cares if he has amnesia or not, as long as he's alive!
"It's good that you're not dead, it's good that you're not dead!" Mo Fan grabbed him and gave him a big hug.
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The morning light was still obscured by the dark clouds, casting a dim and indistinct glow over the village.
Although the rain had stopped, the clouds did not disperse and remained piled up over this salty land.
"Fu Da... oh no, Zhang Xiaohou, I thought you were going to be a blockhead for the rest of your life. Someone's come to pick you up now." Su Xiaoluo's face was full of bright smiles.
"I'm not leaving," Zhang Xiaohou said hurriedly to Su Xiaoluo, as if afraid of losing something.
"How can that be? Your friends said you're a military mage, they'll take you back for treatment, maybe your amnesia will be cured?" Su Xiaoluo said.
Zhang Xiaohou didn't know how to express what he wanted to say, so he just stared at Su Xiaoluo quietly.
Lu Jie could tell that the monkey hadn't actually lost its memory; it seemed to be preoccupied with something and could only pretend to have amnesia and rely on this person named Su Xiaoluo.
"We've made up our minds. While it's still light, we'll all migrate to the ancient capital," Hong Jun said as he walked over.
"Are we leaving the village?" Su Xiaoluo asked, looking up.
Hong Jun nodded and said, "The village is no longer safe. If we stay any longer, we'll all die here."
As he spoke, he pointed to the village chief, Xie Sang, who was already mobilizing the villagers to pack up their belongings.
"I also think it would be better for you to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible." Mo Fan nodded.
"Alright then," Su Xiaoluo said, then looked at Zhang Xiaohou: "Zhang Xiaohou, let's go together."
Zhang Xiaohou nodded repeatedly, clearly having become Su Xiaoluo's follower; wherever she went, he went too.
Lu Jie glanced around casually, then he and Mo Fan seemed to be talking about something.
A member of the Inquisition, hidden in the shadows, was startled. Could he have discovered me?
At the same time, opinions diverged among the villagers. Some stubborn people refused to go anywhere, preferring to hide in the well and endure the ordeal rather than venture outside the village.
In their view, leaving the village might mean dying even faster.
Many people tried to dissuade them, but the group insisted on their own opinion. It was at least a two- or three-day journey from Huacun to the ancient capital, and these few young people simply couldn't protect them. Rather than going out to their deaths, it was safer to hide in the well.
It's hard to persuade someone who's destined to die, so when the village chief Xie Sang couldn't change his mind, he could only let those who were willing to leave set off.
The group consisted of about thirty people. After leaving the village, for Lu Jie and his companions, it was simply a matter of returning the same way they came.
Ye Meng'e and her two companions had little interest in being escorted and said goodbye early on.
Even after Ye Meng'e left, Mo Fan remained curious, wondering what the three of them were looking for or doing in this chaotic land...
The days are short and the nights are long this season, and with the rainy weather, the deathly atmosphere on this land is even more rampant.
The denser the death aura, the more undead there are. Unable to find food, they need to absorb death aura to enhance their corpse status, which is no different from those demons who try every means to advance into stronger forms.
They had walked a long way during the day, but after 3 p.m., a strange gloom settled over them, and their anxiety grew as time went on.
"Let's take this road; we won't go through Yangyang Village," Xie Sang said to Lu Jie.
"Is this a faster route?" Lu Jie glanced at the map and realized that going in a straight line would inevitably lead him through Yangyang Village.
"This road has undulating terrain. It looks short on the map, but it actually takes quite a while. Believe me, I've been around this area a lot," Xie Sang said.
Nodding, he continued walking forward as Xie Sang instructed.
After two days, everyone finally arrived at the ancient capital.
Although there were undead attacks along the way, Lu Jie dealt with them all, and there were no casualties in the team.
Upon arriving at the outer city wall of the ancient capital, we found that some military mages were patrolling outside the city because it was daytime. Everyone quickened their pace and headed towards the city.
A group of people arrived at the city gate, where a squad of military mages stood guard.
"Are you from Hua Village, a dangerous village?" The guard mage looked at them with suspicion after hearing Xie Sang's words.
"Yes, yes, I am the village chief." Xie Sang immediately took out a seal, which could prove his identity as the village chief of Huacun.
The military magist then told them the news of the destruction of six villages in the Dangerous Village, leaving them all dumbfounded.
"We're leaving now, you can make your own arrangements," Mo Fan said to the village chief, Xie Sang. He felt there was something wrong with the village chief, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He wanted to see what Lao Lu thought about it.
However, a problem that gave him a headache arose: Zhang Xiaohou.
He only recognized Su Xiaoluo. Originally, he and Lu Jie wanted to take him away so that Lu Jie could treat him with his mind-body technique, but this brat refused to go anywhere and insisted on staying by Su Xiaoluo's side. It was simply unreasonable.
There was nothing they could do about him, so they could only ask Su Xiaoluo to look after him while they went to inform the flying horn instructor.
Now that we're already in the ancient capital, he'll surely be fine...
"Old Lu, should we go check on Green Tea Guy and his gang?" Mo Fan suggested, seemingly remembering that some of his high school classmates were around.
"That works too." Lu Jie nodded, then looked at Liu Ru and asked, "Are you going?"
Liu Ru shook her head, indicating that she did not want to go, and went back to the hotel first.
Then the two asked the short man for directions, and they came to the street that was said to be occupied by the people of Bo City.
The street wasn't long; it was a crossroads between two main roads, and all the shops on this crossroads sold magical items.
After visiting several stores, they discovered that most of the owners and employees were from Bocheng, and their local accents were extremely strong.
Judging from their appearance, they seem to be doing quite well, all smiling, no longer burdened by the shadow of disaster.
"Holy crap, what kind of goods did they get? It's all a pile of junk, and they even spent 100,000 yuan on it! Money is money!"
Just then, a slightly hoarse voice echoed through a shop; the voice was really not very pleasant.
"What's wrong with Zhao Kunsan now?" a shop assistant muttered.
Zhao Kunsan?
Upon hearing the familiar name, the two of them put down their little gadgets and headed towards the shop from which the sound had just come.
"Haha, Zhao the Legger!" Mo Fan recognized him at a glance. Wasn't this Zhao Kunsan, the one who always followed Mu Bai around in high school?
(End of this chapter)