Chapter 13

Should he say "yes" or "no"? If he says no, what if Lord Watcher feels that such a big underground city doesn't even have people who believe in immortality and gets angry?

If he says yes, there were two temples before, but one was abandoned and became a place for storing coffins, and the other was half-dead, with only a white bone skeleton guarding there, not even a priest, what kind of temple is that?

If Lord Watcher sees this situation, will he feel that he is not attentive? Can't even keep the faith of the undead?

This is really not his lack of attention. The particularity of the Undead Temple is that the people who believe in it must be living people. Undead creatures are directly branded with souls, so where do they need a temple?

With the closing of the world transit station, the Undying Empire has not appeared in this world for thousands of years. Any strong faith has weakened and disappeared with the death of generation after generation of people.

However, the most important thing is that the Undead Temple used to be too "fate-based." People who believe in it have no rewards, and people who blaspheme it have no punishment. As long as you don't stand at the door and insult or spit, as long as you stand far away, even if you scold "believing in the undead is a fool—," no one will care about you.

Of course, scolding the King is not allowed. Whoever dares to scold the Undying King who manages souls and eternity, even if they run to a different plane, someone will hunt them down.

This "fate-based" attitude is far from the Devil Valley. Those devils in the Devil Valley like to seduce people's hearts the most. As long as you believe in them, money, beauty, status, power, all can be exchanged.

A thousand years ago, Feilin also heard of a religion called the Church of Light, which was even better at bewitching people's hearts. However, with the closing of the world transit station, they also disappeared.

In a flash of lightning, Feilin still decided to say "yes." After all, it really exists. Although it has declined, that is not his responsibility. Instead, deceiving the Watcher is a big crime.

"Yes, there is a temple in the southeast corner." Feilin sent an address with his consciousness.

Undead creatures are good at this point. Communication between them is directly at the soul level. Some things that are not easy to describe with language, just a thought is enough.

After receiving the address, Ang takes the little zombie and walks toward the northeast corner.

Ang's position is also in the northeast direction, but it belongs to a fork in the cave, which was originally inaccessible. But the northeast corner where the Undead Temple is located is the slope area just entering the underground city, belonging to the main city area.

By the time Ang arrives here, he finds the same silence, not even ghosts, and the ground is full of moss, slippery and difficult to walk.

Walking through the road ahead, entering the range of the temple, one can see that the moss and debris on the ground have disappeared, and the ground has traces of having been swept, clean and tidy.

From afar comes the sound of sweeping.

Ang follows the sound and walks over. At the corner, he sees a silver-white skeleton holding a broom and sweeping. Sensing Ang's arrival, the white bone skeleton's empty eye sockets look toward this direction.

The little zombie's whole body stiffens, sliding behind Ang.

To tell the truth, this white bone skeleton is almost the strongest skeleton Ang has seen in this thousand years. Its soul strength is only a little weaker than Feilin's, and it has rank suppression on low-level undead creatures.

However, Ang does not feel any pressure at all, including when facing Feilin. Thinking back then, his gray bone skeleton was picked up from the Palace of Breath, not trained properly, so he doesn't know what rank he is.

But since even the white bone skeleton cannot give him pressure, it means that the white bone skeleton's soul is not much stronger than his.

The white bone skeleton just takes a look and then lowers its head, continuing to sweep the floor. It has repeated the same work for a thousand years, and perhaps it will continue to repeat it.

No broom can withstand a thousand years of friction and remain intact, unless it can repair itself. Looking again at the black gas escaping from the broom when sweeping every time, it is exactly the white bone skeleton's soul armament.

Soul armament is a weapon condensed by high-level undead creatures using soul energy, possessing the characteristic of self-growth, and can also be automatically repaired if damaged.

In this way, Ang's sickle and hoe have also been used for over a thousand years.

Seeing that the white bone skeleton ignores them, Ang doesn't care about it, wandering around the temple on his own. Negris's meaning is to find an Undead Temple to see if he can connect to the soul network, so as to judge his situation. But how to connect?

Turning around, there is no clue. Ang calls Negris again.

As soon as Negris is projected into Ang's soul, he cannot help but complain: "I have never imagined that someone, after learning my divine name, would treat me as a magic spirit to order around. I will never use my divine name as a reward again. Little skeleton, I am not your magic spirit butler."

"Oh, temple, no, soul network." Ang ignores Negris's complaint.

Negris sighs. When he was the giant brass dragon, the God of Knowledge, those who were qualified to know his divine name, which one was not trembling, very solemn, thinking carefully, before asking a question.

The questions asked were not to study the laws of plane operation, or to solve difficulties in magic bottlenecks. How could it be like Ang, every time asking common sense things, having a feeling of being treated as a magic spirit butler.

But what can be done? The rules he set, he has to do it even if he kneels.

Negris observes the surroundings and says helplessly: "No believers, how can there be a soul network? Even the undead fire on the altar has gone out. You first light the undead fire, and then go find some devout believers."

"Oh." Ang responds.

Negris has already figured out Ang's habit and says helplessly: "Are you going to ask how to light the undead fire?"

"Yes, tomorrow." Ang is a skeleton who follows the rules very much.

"No need to wait until tomorrow. I will teach you actively. You are even prepared to complete a small thing as small as dust in a few days. You have patience, but I don't." Negris surrenders. The dignified God of Knowledge, even such common sense things have to be answered in a few days, which is simply an insult to his divinity.

Under Negris's teaching, Ang lights the undead fire on the altar.

A little soul energy is injected, and the undead fire rises. Almost at the same moment the undead fire is lit, the sweeping sound echoing in the temple stops abruptly. The white bone skeleton walks over quickly, kneeling in front of the altar in almost the most standard posture and kowtowing.

The metallized skull knocks on the ground, making a "dang dang" collision sound. With every kowtow, the undead fire, like a small flame, jumps up a section.

Ang points at the white bone skeleton and says to Negris: "Believer?"

"This is not a believer. Just treat it as a priest. Your King is stupid, actually letting a white bone skeleton be a priest. Doesn't he know that another name for a priest is a god-stick? Can a silly skeleton fool people?" Negris sneers.

"What kind of person can be a believer?" Ang asks.

"Anyone can. Believers are not about what kind of person, but about a 'believe.' Without devout faith, no matter how many people, it's useless. Don't go find them yourself. You are a bone rack. When others see you, they will be on guard. How can they believe in you? You disguise yourself, or ask others to help."

Negris has already taught him hand in hand. He wasn't even this active when he spread his own faith before.

Ang thinks for a while and puts on his scarecrow hat. The scarecrow hat is a magical item specifically for scaring small birds. It can transform into two or three things, such as an eagle, such as a human.

The effect of this low-level magical item is not good. When the mental power is similar, one can see through it at a glance. But it has one advantage: it can make sounds. Ang cannot speak. He talks to Feilin now by soul.

Transforming into a man with an ordinary appearance, Ang walks out of the temple. Not far away, he sees a burly Minotaur aunt. Ang points at her: "Can this one?"

"Hehe, a dead-brained Minotaur. If she is willing to believe in you, I can learn to crawl like a lizard." Negris sneers. Minotaurs are famous for being dead-brained, only believing in ancestor totems. Letting them believe in the undead is harder than ascending to heaven.

Ang takes out the usage fee handed over by Feilin before, a soul crystal, refines it and absorbs it into the leather accessory on his wrist, transfers out a bag of grain, and mentions it in front of the Minotaur aunt: "You, believe in the undead?"