Phil Gray smiled bitterly. He hadn't expected that just a few days ago he was the one helping them pass on, but today he was the one in the abyss.
"Yes, but I only heard it from other skeletons on the way. After all, I'm not an undead from your City of Ten Thousand Bones, so I don't know." The female zombie became visibly fanatical upon hearing his question, and took another step closer. He could see what looked like worms wriggling under her bluish-green skin.
He suddenly felt nauseous and took a big step back.
“Okay, I understand. But how can a filthy zombie like you travel with me? The lord of Ten Thousand Bones City is waiting for me. I have to go.” Phil Gray “arrogantly” raised his head, his icy blue eyes flashing with disgust. He made a disdainful expression, put his hands behind his back, dutifully playing the role of an arrogant vampire, while silently apologizing in his heart.
Then he left behind a dashing silhouette.
The female zombie was stunned for a moment. Looking at the handsome face in front of her, she couldn't help but feel sad. Among vampires, the more handsome they were, the higher their rank. She had never seen such a handsome man before. For the first time, she regretted choosing the identity of a zombie.
Wait, a series of images suddenly flashed through her mind. It seemed she had no choice at the time? Because she was nailed alive into a coffin and then sunk into the sea...
...
Not long after following the bone path, the number of skeletons increased dramatically. A city gate appeared within Phil Gray's firelight range; it was very tall, but he couldn't see what was above because it was still too dark.
The surrounding skeletons seemed to be scrutinizing him, and there were some noisy discussions, whether out of curiosity or fear, he could only try harder to mobilize his divine power and make the death aura on his body even stronger.
Fortunately, because this was the Abyss of the Dead, his death power recovered extremely quickly.
Several skeletons made a rattling sound as they passed by him, which made sense, since he held spirit fire in his hand, which was equivalent to the skeleton's soul and heart.
Who wouldn't be scared if they saw someone holding up another person's heart on the street?
Phil Gray narrowed his eyes, warily surveying his surroundings. However, judging from the current situation, these skeletons were either low-level soldiers or leaders, and even combined, they shouldn't be a match for him.
The black door was wide open, and he and Uriah walked in one after the other.
The place seemed extremely lively inside, with countless clusters of spirit flames, and Phil Gray, holding a spirit flame and with an extremely handsome face, became the center of attention among the skeletons.
"A vampire lord?"
"Yes, you're here for the rebirth banquet, right?"
"Look at what he's holding up, isn't that our spirit fire?"
Why did he do that?
"To make it look better? I remember they like all things elegant and beautiful. Could it be that our spirit fire is too beautiful?"
The discussions were incessant.
Phil Gray inwardly groaned. He should have just dressed up as a zombie instead of a vampire. The other undead wouldn't have paid any attention to him then. Who knew these skeletons would be so gossipy, just like humans?
But this is the only way for now.
They walked along the main road, using the skeletal spirit fire in their hands and around them to barely see the environment on both sides. The buildings in this City of Ten Thousand Bones all seemed to be built of bones, appearing sinister and terrifying under the eerie blue firelight.
I wonder where these bones came from? Are they all the remains of skeletons that have completely disappeared?
Skeletons don't need to eat, and there are no taverns or restaurants. Those strange buildings are probably their homes. They do retain memories of their time on Earth. Although all the regrets and loves they had on Earth disappeared the moment they were reborn as ghosts, they are still influenced by some human habits.
“That’s the resting place I was talking about, but you already have the spirit fire for lighting,” Uriah said, pointing to a small hut in front of them.
This little house caught Phil Gray's eye because it was a wooden cabin that looked no different from any other wooden house in the world, with a very simple style and no strange decorations.
He stopped and looked intently. A plaque hung on the wooden house, with the three characters "安息屋" (Rest House) written in ancient script.
"I want to go in and take a look."
"Huh? But the Rebirth Feast is about to begin." Yulia was puzzled. Didn't they already have the spiritual fire? Why did they still need to go in? The homeowner had a terrible temper, and he didn't really want to go in.
The surrounding skeletons left in twos and threes, heading towards the place where the lord was holding the rebirth banquet. This relieved Phil Gray, who had been under surveillance. He whispered, "Don't forget my true identity. It's easy to be exposed when so many undead are watching. We'll sneak to the rebirth banquet later. Now let's go inside and see if there's anything I can use to disguise myself."
He had just learned some more information from Uriah, that this "Rest House" not only accepted the spirits of the dead, but also sold some things, making it more like a general store.
Uriah nodded, but hesitated after taking a step with her bony hand. "Should I wait for you outside?"
Phil Gray was curious about just how bad the homeowner's temper must be to have frightened the little skeleton like that. He didn't force or persuade Uriah, saying, "Okay, I'll be out as soon as possible."
He pushed open the wooden hut, and a ghostly blue light illuminated the dark hut. On both sides were several wooden planks, on which lay several skeletons. Their eye sockets were no longer filled with spirit fire, and they looked completely dead.
Are there any spirits here?
Continuing to explore, a rocking chair appeared ahead, swaying rhythmically, but there was nothing on it.
Phil Gray frowned, but then he felt a slight breeze brush past him, and the hairs on his face involuntarily stood on end, as if something was approaching him.
The rocking chair has stopped.
"The smell of a living person..."
An aged voice appeared, and in the dim blue firelight, a magnified, wrinkled face was revealed, with pure black eyes fixed intently on Phil Gray, as if he had discovered something interesting.
The old man floated in front of him, his body appearing and disappearing, looking like a ghost.
Phil Gray took a step back, looking at him warily. "I'm not a living person, I'm a noble vampire. Are you the owner of the house?"
“I’m the owner, tsk tsk tsk, you can fool other little guys, but you can’t fool me. I’ve dealt with thousands upon thousands of undead. The difference between the living and the dead isn’t just in their aura or appearance; it’s a qualitative difference. In front of a high-level undead, the scent on your body…” The owner chuckled and leaned closer to sniff. Phil Gray couldn’t dodge in time, but the owner suddenly retreated a large distance, his entire body almost disappearing, and asked in a trembling voice, “How do you have his scent?”
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