Chapter 107

The palace was in the shape of a skull, just magnified many times. Flying in from the two eye sockets, it was a huge space, almost a proportional brain cavity. A purple-gold skeleton that had lost its right hand sat on the throne.

Besides Jian Gu Luo Ke, who else could it be? There was only one purple-gold mourner, the strongest undead creature under the Monarch. If there were no Monarch, then Jian Gu Luo Ke would be the undisputed Undead Monarch.

Unfortunately, there could only be one Monarch.

"How is Luo Ke's skeleton here? Didn't they say he perished together with the six-winged archangel? Pi Ye Luo is a liar." Privately, Nai Ge Li Si was still used to calling Andongni by his name when he was the Black Knight Emperor.

Walking closer to look, although Luo Ke's skeleton remained intact, its condition was not very good. The surface was full of pitted holes, just like severe osteoporosis.

If it were an ordinary skeleton, a thousand years had passed, and this state would be very normal. However, this was a mourner's body. Even if it were soaked in a swampy area every day, it couldn't rot like this. It should be that Jian Gu Luo Ke continued to suffer damage from certain forces after his death.

Ang's little finger pointed at the skeleton, and with a 'zi', a bit of holy light flashed like a spark.

Sure enough, the power of holy light still remained.

Nai Ge Li Si clicked his tongue in wonder: "Tsk tsk tsk, worthy of being Jian Gu Luo Ke, having endured holy light damage for over a thousand years without falling apart. His enemy was also powerful. The power of holy light actually remained for over a thousand years. I don't know if it was left by that six-winged archangel."

Ang sacrificed holy light and slowly wiped it over Luo Ke's skeleton.

"Uh, that..., my lord, didn't you say it was holy light damage? Why are you still wiping it with holy light?" Lu Se didn't quite understand the difference between holy light and holy light.

"Ang's holy light is different from these on Luo Ke's body. The intent contained is different, but their power attributes are the same, so they can be diluted and neutralized. For example, if you were peed on by someone, and then you used water to wash it, you wouldn't feel disgusted anymore." Nai Ge Li Si explained.

Lu Se's face wrinkled: "I think your metaphor is disgusting."

Holy light can neutralize holy light. After Ang wiped it, the holy light residue on Luo Ke's body was almost gone, and it wouldn't sizzle when touched.

Ang touched it, and a piece of information immediately flooded into Ang's soul: "Kill it! Kill it! Kill it!"

Ang seemed to hear Luo Ke's voice, rumbling in his soul like thunder, accompanied by a huge and strange face and a strange aura.

The information left by Luo Ke was to kill this face and the creature with this aura, and it should have been left for his people. I guess he never imagined that a thousand years later, the one who came to his hall would be a vegetable-planting skeleton.

So Ang didn't care about this information at all, but used his Hand of Luo Ke to hold Luo Ke's arm, and soul energy poured in.

No reaction at all. Couldn't drive it.

Alright, but even if he could drive it, Ang didn't intend to change into Luo Ke's skeleton, because the state of this mourner's body was too poor. Don't let it break when walking two steps, that wouldn't be good.

Move Luo Ke's skeleton outside, find a large bucket, curl it up, and put it in.

Lu Se was shocked: "Uh, my lord, you wouldn't be using it to soak in wine, would you?"

It is rumored that in the main material plane, some indigenous people will use various plants and animals to soak in wine, saying it can nourish the body. Could it be that Lord Ang would too?

"Wine, what is it?" Ang asked in confusion.

A lot of Liquid of Rest was stored, all in large wooden barrels, sealed and stored. However, after the aura of death reached saturation, even if the lid was opened, the Liquid of Rest wouldn't diffuse quickly.

Anyway, there was no soul in Luo Ke's skeleton, so it didn't need to be opened. After pouring in the Liquid of Rest, he covered the lid, hoping that the Liquid of Rest in the bucket could repair Luo Ke's skeleton.

The somewhat bored Lu Se asked Ang: "My lord, when are we leaving here? We've been hiding in here for half a month. Those pursuers should have left, right."

"Half a month? Keep hiding..." Ang wanted to say keep hiding for a few more decades. Anyway, he had been here for over a thousand years, had land to plant, and wouldn't be very bored.

But before he could finish speaking, he felt something and left behind a sentence: "Someone is moving my bones." and slipped away.

No high-intensity search operation could last for half a month, especially when there were no clues and the assassins were likely to have fled thousands of miles away. The searchers from all sides had long since dispersed, only setting up checkpoints at some key intersections to check passing travelers.

However, from the moment the checkpoints were set up, they weren't just for checking assassins.

Ordinary people soon began their own lives. Although the death of a Cardinal was a major event that shocked the whole world, what did it have to do with ordinary people?

The lives of the poor and common people always had to continue. If they didn't come out to work, they might starve to death in bed tomorrow. Uh, sorry, I lied, there is no bed at home.

Old John carried a bamboo basket, limping along the small forest path opened by the swordsmen ten days ago, and drilled into the forest, picking various wild fruits, wild vegetables, and wild mushrooms. He also casually set up a few traps to catch small animals. If he was lucky, he might have small animal meat to eat tomorrow.

He hadn't eaten meat for a long time. In recent years, food had become less and less, and famines occurred frequently. Where would there be extra food to raise livestock? The number of animals caught by hunting was scarce, and even if there were, it wouldn't be the turn of a bankrupt farmer like Old John.

Fortunately, when he was young, he had wandered around with a mercenary group for a period of time and learned many small hunting techniques. Occasionally, he could catch one or two small birds or small animals, and his life was a bit freer than others.

It's a pity, if he were ten years younger, if there were no injury on his foot, Old John would definitely burn all his broken family assets, then find a mercenary group to muddle along, and die outside without returning.

The lives of the poor and common people were becoming more and more difficult. Even a person like him who could be considered knowledgeable had become a bankrupt. The few acres of land he bought with the money he saved when he was young had all become the property of the noble master's family.

Now he could only pick some wild fruits and wild vegetables, living one day at a time. After all, no matter how down-and-out a mercenary group was, they wouldn't accept an old cripple.

Pulling here and pulling there, in a bush, Old John found a gray skeleton.

"Sigh, a bitter person from a foreign land." Old John was not surprised and not afraid. Instead, he sighed: "Let me find you a place of rest. I hope your soul is at peace."

When he was young, he traveled north and south. Old John had heard of a religion called the Temple of the Undead. The god inside could live forever and grant believers eternal life. Soul at peace was their most commonly used sacrificial language.

Old John couldn't see at all that following his words, a wisp of soul flame surged from his body and merged into the pile of bones in front of him.

Normal believers offering soul flames were all one by one. This Old John only had one wisp, which showed that he was a pan-believer whose faith was not firm at all.

But because of this wisp of soul flame, the flame that was about to ignite in the skull of the skeleton stopped abruptly. Otherwise, the next moment, this pile of bones might have jumped up and used a sickle to hack people.

Old John murmured about soul at peace, then put down his back basket, picked up the pile of bones into the basket, put it on his back again, and limped toward the outside of the forest.

There would be an intersection from the village forest to the village. At this moment, a newly set up checkpoint blocked the road. The village sheriff and his men were checking passing travelers there.

Rather than checking, if it were a luxuriously dressed noble master, they would let them pass without even looking. If it were a commoner, they would make things difficult in every way. If it were a young woman, they would even grope her.

If you were experienced, quickly give two small coins to bribe them, and you could be checked smoothly. If you were inexperienced or your tone was too hard, no matter what you were pulling, they would roughly lift and dismantle it one by one, spilling it all over the ground.

Even if nothing was found, the goods would be almost completely destroyed.

Old John limped to the checkpoint. The sheriff obviously knew Old John. Looking at his back basket, he said with disgust: "Picking this thing again, isn't it disgusting."

"Things that can fertilize the field are not more disgusting than you." Old John sneered.

"Get out, get out, get out." The sheriff waved his hand to drive people away, opened the checkpoint, and let him pass quickly.

The sheriff had a subordinate who was a newcomer sent by the town and didn't know Old John, so he couldn't help asking: "My lord, are you just letting him pass like this?"

"What else can I do if I don't let him? An old cripple can't squeeze out anything, wasting time." The sheriff said angrily.

"Uh, what is he picking that thing for?" The back basket had no lid and was hollow, so everyone could see the gray-white skeleton inside.

"He said he was taking it back to fertilize the field, but where does he still have fields? Oh, there are those two plots of land in front and behind the house, where he planted some medicinal herbs, saying it was bone-setting wood, saying he wanted to set his crippled foot back. Haha, medicinal herbs like bone-setting wood, even those pharmacists can't grow them, just relying on him, an old cripple?" The sheriff laughed loudly.

The newcomer subordinate also laughed along, and then, with the mentality of wanting to perform in front of his new boss, said: "But he is so impolite to you, my lord, shouldn't you teach him a lesson?"

The sheriff laughed: "This is simple. He picks these disgusting things all day long, so just say he believes in undead creatures and worships skeletons. Which one of you, go report it to the priest in town, go."

The subordinates all became excited, and one of them volunteered: "I'll go." He ran away and disappeared immediately.

A group of people taking pleasure in an old cripple, where was there any pity and guilt.

Old John didn't know yet that he had already caused trouble. When he returned home, he began to dig a hole, buried the skeleton he picked up, and murmured while burying:

"Traveler who died in a foreign land, let me find you a place of rest. I wish your soul peace. I hope you can go to the kingdom of the undead, enjoy endless life forever, and have no more hunger and pain...".

After burying it, he didn't set up any tombstone or the like, but just took a piece of bone-setting wood and inserted it. He claimed to the outside world that he was planting bone-setting wood, but that kind of medicinal herb that even pharmacists couldn't grow, how could an old cripple like him grow it? It was just an excuse. Under every piece of land, there was a corpse.

This was one of his obsessions. As for why he did this, it was all because of an incident when he was young. The incident was too miserable, and he couldn't bear to recall it. Since then, whenever he encountered a corpse that died on the roadside, he tried his best to bury it.

Sighing, just as he was about to stand up, a gray-white hand bone suddenly stuck out from the ground where the skeleton had just been buried, scaring Old John so much that he sat on the ground.