"Are you really the king?" The female ghost nodded and then asked.
"I can't define the king you mentioned, but I do control a large number of skeleton undead." Li Ziyu said truthfully.
"Please have mercy on your people!" The female ghost suddenly fell to the ground and said with sobs.
What's going on?
Li Ziyu's brows frowned instantly, and he turned to look at Faye with dissatisfaction in his eyes.
The race under his command is the skeleton undead, and the affairs of the ghosts are not his responsibility. If we must find someone responsible, it should be Li Wendi (remember him, ID Cinnabar Pigeon Blood, owner of the Dead Soul Castle).
However, as a fellow undead, I always feel uncomfortable when I see a ghost bowing miserably in front of me.
Faye stared at the ghost in amazement. His heart trembled, but he couldn't figure out what he had done to offend the Holy Corpse.
Turning her head to look at Torento, she saw that Torento also looked dissatisfied, but Elena didn't care much.
Li Ziyu took a deep breath, looked at the ghost of the woman and whispered, "What happened? Tell me in detail."
The ghost was still lying on the ground, head buried, and whispered, "King, we no longer have enough energy. If this continues, we will perish, and the Temple will no longer be able to protect this city."
Li Ziyu thought of the temple in Sundberg. The power of faith was almost exhausted, even worse than in Cuisen Mountain City. Even if he went inside, no undead could be revived. He asked softly, "Is there something wrong with the power of faith?"
"No, it's not just the power of faith, there's also something wrong with the power of the soul."
"We previously helped this city, and the guards and heroic spirits were injured. If we had enough soul power, we could repair ourselves, but our soul power is insufficient, and the injuries are worsening. I am still able to appear because I am weak."
The female ghost said miserably.
Faye was shocked. He had no idea about these things. What puzzled him even more was the power of faith and soul. What were they and why were they insufficient? So he asked anxiously, "What is going on with the power of faith and soul? How can I help you?"
Faced with Faye's question, the female ghost had no intention of answering. She could feel that Faye was just a follower, and the one who could really solve the problem was the King of the Undead.
Li Ziyu sighed and turned to face Faye. "Do you want to save the temple, save them?"
Faye nodded quickly and said, "Of course I do."
"Then let me ask you a few questions. How long has the temple been closed? How long has it been since anyone came here to pray?"
"Well, since the last war, the temple has been closed to allow the holy corpses to rest better."
"Hey...what about the cemetery?"
"A cemetery?"
"Yes, there should be an ancient cemetery around the temple. Take me there to have a look."
Faye thought for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Are you talking about my family's cemetery? I'll take you there right away."
Several people came out of the temple and followed Faye to a cemetery in the hillfortress.
The cemetery covers a large area, and at first glance it has an undead style.
Li Ziyu stepped into the cemetery, and after only a few steps, he discovered the problem.
Every tomb here has been renovated and is very luxurious, but the problem is that there are very few tombs here. As Faye said, this is their family cemetery. No matter how many people there are in a family, how many people can there be?
OK, the symptoms have been found.
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