I asked a question, but didn't get an answer. Instead, I got another question. How can this be reasonable?

"I only knew this was a fortress, but there wasn't one here before. It suddenly appeared. Where did you come from?"

"We came from the Eastern Tang Dynasty... ahem, from the wasteland."

"You have been in the wasteland all this time?"

"Yes."

Mou Mou was shocked. Have there always been undead in the wasteland?

How is this possible? If the undead have always existed in the wilderness, why have they become legends? Why has no one ever seen them? It's hard to imagine.

But even so, it cannot explain the sudden appearance of the fortress.

"Will you be here the whole time?"

"Won't."

Hearing the word "no", Mumu immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't know how the other party planned to leave, as long as they left, it would be a good thing. At least they didn't have to worry about the issue of migration.

And it seems that the undead have no ill will towards them, and until now, they have not expressed any intention to attack.

The dead can communicate, ancestors, it’s amazing.

"It's my turn to ask you."

"Oh, you asked."

"Are you really a minotaur?"

“…”

What kind of question is this? Am I so inconspicuous?

Mou Mou hesitated and reached out his hand, touching the horns on his head. They were still there. He then touched his pectoral muscles, which were very bulging. He looked down at his big hooves, which were very stable. He was a minotaur, nothing wrong with him.

"Don't want to answer? Then let me change the question. Why do those black-skinned minotaurs look different from you? Is it because of their breed?"

“…”

What do you mean by breed problem? They are undead as expected, they really can’t talk!