Chapter 256: Wandering in a Different World for Sixty Years

The ghoul's head slammed into the stone wall, his eyes froze, and he fell limply to the ground.

Yanjiu stepped over the monsters lying on the ground and looked ahead.

On the third-tier black tombstone, three large skulls faced him from a distance. They protected each other, their upper and lower jaws opened and closed, making a harsh creaking sound.

Dark green flames spewed out from the skull's eyes.

Before being touched by the green fire, Yan Jiu merged into the soil under his feet, and a moment later he appeared at a piece of rubble diagonally in front of him.

Yan Jiu strolled leisurely in the fire web woven continuously by three skeletons.

"I told you, it doesn't work for me."

"I mean no harm."

The response was an even crazier outburst of phantom fire.

Yanjiu's figure disappeared from the spot and appeared under the black tombstone.

The three-layer black tombstone is constructed entirely of a mixture of soil and bricks and stones. The overall structure is stepped, shaped like a small conical fortress.

There is a black stone tablet on the top of the cone - it looks more like a black square stone pillar.

The skulls that spewed ghost fire grew out of the tombstones, like grotesque masks hanging on them. They were the most important means of attack for the Black Tombstones, and were controlled by the ghosts inside the tombstones.

Yanjiu is already too familiar with all this.

It has been sixty years since he came to the ghost world, and he has been dealing with these black tombstones, ghouls, and ghosts.

If you patiently work in any profession for fifty years, you will gain some experience.

Black tombstones are the foundation of this world.

It is not only the basic unit of the tomb group, but also a house, a sentry tower and a fortress, and also a new kind of wonder. The residents of this world live around the black tombstones, and the towering black stone tombstones make them feel safe.

This reminded Yan Jiu of the Yao clan's ghost lighthouse.

The positioning of the two is actually different.

The Ghost Lighthouse has no combat features. It is an open building belonging to ghosts and serves as a bridge for communication between the dead and the living.

Tombstones, on the other hand, are extremely closed and exclusive. Even ghosts and ghouls may be attacked by ghost fire if they enter the area of ​​other black tombstones.

It looks like a strange collection of tombstones, but it is more like independent fortresses, arranged in an orderly manner under the command of God.

Yan Jiu suffered a lot in the early days of Black Tombstone.

Once the phantom fire burns the body, it will cause lasting pain and weakness, and its lethality is quite good. The higher the level of the black tombstone and the more layers it has, the stronger the power of the phantom fire.

Fortunately, he is now a sand walker and can exist and change in the form of sand. As long as he steps on the ground, Yanjiu can use the arranged sand to quickly move and change direction.

Sand is his most important tool.

The Black Tombstone's weakness is on the inside.

As long as you can break through its attack range and enter the inner circle, you can subdue the controlling ghost inside.

The only pity is that the environment around the black tombstone is mostly muddy and wet. If it were dry ground or even a desert environment, the range of movement of the salt would be much larger.

Even if you break through the attack range of the black tombstone's ghost fire, you still have to deal with the zombies sleeping underground.

Shiohisa really enjoyed his fight with the ghouls.

This reminded him of the days in the East Continent when he fought with the extraordinary people in order to seek a breakthrough. Usually, Yan Jiu would stop when he had reached a certain point, not killing the opponent, and also avoiding the ghouls' self-destruction.

Ghouls retain their bestial nature. They have not received formal professional training, resulting in their explosive power and ability to withstand blows. Their attacks also have a poisoning effect, but they cannot fully exert their combat power.

Yan Jiu thought that if it was Yancheng's commander, Porto, who came to specially train these zombies, it would be very difficult for him to face them.

In the constant battles with the ghouls and the black tombstones, Yanjiu felt that he was getting stronger and stronger, until he reached a new bottleneck.

He could handle most ghouls easily nowadays.

It's not just because of the level suppression, but also because Yanjiu knows their attacks and behaviors very well.

Yanjiu passed through the inner enclosure and stepped into the stepped tombstone.

Faced with the intruder, a dozen ghosts retreated.

"Don't come over here!"

"The Apostle is already on his way. Aren't you afraid of being punished by God?"

"You lunatic, why do you always like to destroy our house! Where on earth did you come from?"

"No one is messing with you!"

The ghosts chattered.

Yan Jiu just said, "I was passing by and came in to take a look. Sorry to bother you."

He looked around.

Like other tombs he had visited before, the interior of this tomb was very simple, like a grocery warehouse.

There were many things piled up inside, including stones of different colors, stone carvings, bones, wooden poles, wooden tables and chairs, various pottery jars... There was even a mud area surrounded by stones, where a kind of translucent slug was raised, which was the favorite pet of ghosts.

The ghosts in the phantom world have special tastes.

After the visit, Yan Jiu asked, "Do you know where the fourth-level black tombstone is?"

"Level 4? There is no Level 4."

"That's just a legend. Legends are all false."

"Level 3 is the best. We are the best house here! We have the best skeletons! And the strongest and smartest ghouls!"

When it comes to black tombstones, the ghosts are full of pride.

Yan Jiu said in his heart, "What a pity."

He had visited twelve third-level tombstones, but had not found any further fourth-level buildings.

It is said in the ghost world that the fourth-level black tombstone will transform into a "crazy tombstone". Corpse hunters will be born from it and create more powerful ghouls by stitching.

The legend has a long history, but it is difficult to tell whether it is true or false.

Yan Jiu wants to see it for himself.

He turned his head and looked at the wall next to him.

Separated by a wall.

Yan Jiu could sense that there was a powerful extraordinary being outside staring at this place.

He knew who it was.

"I'm sorry for the intrusion." Yan Jiu said this and disappeared on the spot.

The ghosts in the tombstones finally breathed a sigh of relief.

They looked at each other and then whispered.

“Is there really something wrong with its brain?”

"Of course. That doesn't make sense."

"Sand Walkers... What kind of race is this? Luckily, he is the only lunatic like this in our world, otherwise it would be troublesome."

"One day, the gods will surely strike this madman to death."

"No, guys."

One of the ghosts suddenly beamed with joy: "The Apostle is here! I feel it, it's Lord Bullo! The Sand Walker is scared!"

The appearance of the apostle represented that the gods were also dissatisfied with the sand walker and wanted to bring divine punishment on him.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The end of this madman who broke into tombstones has come! The ghosts are revived one by one.

…

Next to a rocky hill.

Yan Jiu looked at the figure in front of him.

"How have you considered it?" the other party asked him.

The person who spoke was a normal-looking human.

He was about the same height as Yan Jiu, looked to be about thirty years old, his eyes were pale with only a hint of green, and his skin was a bluish-gray color like a corpse. He exuded a dead aura.

"Thank you very much for God's appreciation."

Yan Jiu said politely: "However, please allow me to refuse. I cannot become the apostle of Lord Youguishen. I have my own gods to follow, and I will not betray my beliefs."

"You'd better understand that Lord Ghost God can crush you to death with just one finger." said the green-skinned man.

"I know, Mr. Bullough."

Yan Jiu was very calm: "The power of the gods cannot be challenged by mortals."

"Since you know this, you should understand that God has been tolerant and patient enough towards you. Otherwise, you would have been a corpse long ago."

Buluo sighed, a little helpless: "If you didn't have some ability, I wouldn't waste my time talking to you so much."

Yan Jiu also knew it well.

If you want to survive in this different world, you must demonstrate your strength and value.

This is easy to say, but very dangerous to implement.

He wanted to show off his ability, but he couldn't anger or offend the local gods. So he challenged the black tombstones all the way, but he stopped at the right time, never hurting ghosts, and he didn't even kill a ghoul.

He appeared as a cultivator, challenging all powerful opponents, and later even took the initiative to compete with the apostle Buluo.

The two sides are neck and neck.

Shiohisa doesn't think he has reached the level of an apostle.

He knew in his heart that Bu Luo was not good at fighting. Bu Luo was a member of the Funeral Tribe, the most important population group in this world, but also the smallest in number.

Rotten corpses and skeletons will have a strange reaction in this world. After a period of time, most of them will become ghouls. But there are also a very small number of them that will evolve into the funeral tribe.

The Underworld Clan and the Ghouls are the two branches of the dead returning from this world.

They retain a clear sense of self, develop wisdom, and have the ability to create black tombstones.

What Bullo excels at is mobilizing and building black tombstones.

"The god you follow doesn't even intend to turn you into an apostle."

Buluo persuaded: "The ghost god values ​​talents very much, so he put aside the dispute of faith and recruited you. The superiority and inferiority are obvious among gods, aren't they?"

"No, you misunderstood."

Yan Jiu said calmly: "I failed to become an apostle of God because I am not qualified enough. Any apostle under the Lord God is far better than me. I am still far from being as good as the apostles."

Blow didn't believe it at all.

In any kingdom of gods, this Sand Walker in front of him, regardless of his rank, combat ability, or intelligence, would be considered upper-middle class among the apostles. Otherwise, Lord Ghost God would not have spent so much effort to recruit him.

Buluo continued to hit him: "Yanjiu, you should know that the gods will not tolerate you forever."

"clear."

Shiohisa just said, "All I can do is continue to practice."

"Do you think that as long as your level is high enough, you can change your fate?"

“Practice is a way of survival.”

The sand walker smiled and said, "In this limited life, I want to see how far I can go. If I can go further, I can see more scenery."

Buluo was annoyed.

This guy is really... both admirable and annoying.

Suddenly, Buluo's whole body trembled.

He closed his eyes and his expression became extremely solemn.

After opening his eyes, Buluo looked at Yan Jiu fiercely: "The kingdom of God you are in is Zhulu Kingdom?"

"No, I said, I am an ordinary practitioner of the Yao clan." Yan Jiu corrected.

Although Buluo had already thought of it, he still asked one more question for safety reasons.

Shiohisa realized, "Something happened?"

“…”

Buluo was silent for a while: "The war is about to begin. A kingdom of God is overlapping with the ghost world. I have to go. You should be quiet during this time."

Shiohisa was an eyewitness to the war of gods.

In this world, he also received a lot of tolerance and care.

Yan Jiu thought for a moment and asked, "Do you need help?"

"This is our war, and we don't need outsiders to get involved."

Buluo turned and left.

(End of this chapter)