Chapter 145: The Land of Slumber is gone

Alan Bulu Si Ke was dragged away by the ear with tears in his eyes. Also taken away was the little golden dragon that the mother dragon held and refused to let go. No one dared to reason with a mother dragon who had incubated an egg for five hundred years, almost lost her child, and suddenly got it back.

Alan Bulu Si Ke hugged Nai Ge Li Si and said reluctantly: "Goodbye, Ancestor. My promise cannot be fulfilled. I feel guilty. I can never live this free life again. Woo woo woo woo..."

Nai Ge Li Si said impatiently: "Roll roll roll roll roll, I said why you were so refreshing, agreed to sell yourself without a word, it turns out you had this idea, roll, this can't be done, that can't be done, you are useless."

Alan Bulu Si Ke had tears in his eyes: "Ancestor, you can help me plead, put on your posture and prestige as the God of Knowledge..."

"Not familiar, not pleading." Nai Ge Li Si waved his small claws and refused sternly, then said: "Pull a hair for me to see, I want to see if your dragon transformation technique is qualified."

The topic jumped too much, Alan Bulu Si Ke was a bit confused. Ancestor wants to check homework? Didn't check for so long, only check now?

A bit blankly, he pulled a hair and handed it to Nai Ge Li Si. The hair slowly recovered into a scale the size of a palm.

Nai Ge Li Si nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, very good, you are a qualified patriarch, go, Longdao still needs you to guard."

"Yes, Ancestor." Alan Bulu Si Ke had a warm feeling of being encouraged by his predecessors. He turned and walked a few steps, suddenly remembered something and turned his head, but saw Nai Ge Li Si holding his scale with his small claws, laughing foolishly like he stole a chicken.

Feeling a bit wrong in his heart, but couldn't remember where it was wrong for a while, Alan Bulu Si Ke had to talk about the reason for his turning: "Ancestor, may I ask where Bai Hou went? I want to take it back to Longdao."

Nai Ge Li Si's smile froze, saying: "Beautiful thinking, 200,000 magic crystals of Holy Essence Liquid, more than 100,000 magic crystals of Life Essence, two days of continuous casting, elite operation of scroll level to reincarnate the little dragon, your own family didn't pay, and you want to take Bai Hou away?"

Because he didn't pay, and wanted to sell himself but was dragged away by his wife halfway, knowing he was in the wrong, Alan Bulu Si Ke didn't dare to say anything more, and followed the mother dragon away.

Flying halfway, Alan Bulu Si Ke's heart skipped a beat. He finally thought of where it was wrong. His scales! God! The little young dragon was cultivated through the meat pieces in the dragon egg, and then the consciousness was transferred.

If his scales fell into the hands of the ancestor, what if a young dragon could be cultivated? Then he wouldn't be able to wash it clean even if he jumped into the Ice Ocean.

Looking at the high-spirited mother dragon in front, Alan Bulu Si Ke hesitated for a few times, but finally didn't say it. The mother dragon only thought the little golden dragon was hatched from the dragon egg. If she knew the dragon egg had been smashed, and the little golden dragon was cultivated from a piece of meat in the young dragon's body, who knows if she could accept it. Better not to cause extra trouble.

And he still held a fluke, after all, Ang extracted meat from the dragon egg to cultivate, scales shouldn't be able to cultivate, of course, if he knew how Nai Ge Li Si came, he might not think so.

Thinking that a bunch of golden dragons that looked exactly like him would appear on Longdao in the future, the mother dragon might not know who to tear first.

Eh, thinking about it this way, it seems acceptable.

With a nervous heart, Alan Bulu Si Ke followed the mother dragon and flew far away.

Looking at the two figures disappearing at the end of the sky, Nai Ge Li Si sighed. Although he complained about Alan Bulu Si Ke "this can't be done, that can't be done" all day, in fact, with such a Truth powerhouse sitting in town, Hope Oasis is equivalent to having an extra super defensive magic array. Even if someone wants to covet this place, they have to weigh it.

Alan Bulu Si Ke's role is actually equivalent to a trump card, a trump card that makes Nai Ge Li Si full of confidence. Even at the most dangerous moment, it has the ability to protect Ang's safety.

Now Alan Bulu Si Ke has been dragged away, this defensive magic array is equivalent to being withdrawn. In case of any strong enemy, everyone can only pray for their own blessings.

So he shamelessly pulled a scale from Alan Bulu Si Ke. At a critical moment, this thing can also become a trump card.

Throwing the scale to Ang, Nai Ge Li Si said: "Try it, see if you can use it to transform into Alan Bulu Si Ke."

Ang tried it and shook his head: "No, I am not familiar with it."

"Not familiar? What do you mean? You mean affinity, right?" Nai Ge Li Si thought for a while before understanding what Ang meant, and asked: "Can affinity be improved?"

Ang tilted his head: "Try."

After comparing, Ang stuck the scale the size of a palm into his ribs.

After tossing all night, the sky began to brighten, Luo Ge didn't dare to march in the sun. More than 3,000 liches would definitely be sun-dried to death. Unless it was a last resort, they were all active at night.

Moved a distance slightly, in another sand dune, the undead began to arrange shading places facing the morning sun. Only to see them pull out a piece of black cloth felt or something on their bodies, preferably thick and opaque, spread it on the ground, press the four corners, and then spread thin sand.

Then dig a hole from one side and drill under the cloth, observing the outside through the dug hole.

This is a tent shading method very suitable for undead, because they are not afraid of heat or hot. Even if the sand is hot to 70 or 80 degrees, it has no effect on them, let alone worrying about ventilation.

Ang came back for these liches in Dark Side City. They couldn't walk, so Ang naturally wasn't in a hurry to go back. He spent a few minutes building a sunken sand-rock chamber with magic, and then set up a stall there.

All liches infected with undead bacteria come to the chamber in order to receive treatment.

The hygiene situation of liches is not optimistic. When you die, you can't smell the stench, can't feel the itch, pain, or stickiness, the willingness to clean yourself will drop rapidly, especially if the maintenance is not good, and there is a little tattered, you will break the jar and break it, wrap it with something, and see it as clean.

Most liches have bandages on their bodies, inlaid decorations. After removing

Most liches had bandages and embedded ornaments on their bodies. After removing these, the condition of their bodies was too horrific to look at.

When hygiene is poor, the spread of the undead pathogen is like a fish in water. Almost every lich had the pathogen to some extent; some were more severe, with rotting flesh and corroded bones. Some had milder symptoms, but they had also lost all their hair.

One could feel the pessimism, despair, and frustration in every lich. Clearly, they had all been tortured by this pathogen to the point of not wanting to live.

Negris was shocked: "This pathogen is truly vicious. If it cannot be cleared after infection, one can only watch oneself rot, and in the end, one might rot until only a head remains, just like Jin Ya. It's too terrifying."

When Negris said this, a lich with half a face rotted away was sitting opposite him. He smiled reluctantly and replied, "Yes, yes, it's too terrifying. If it rotted away completely, that would be one thing, but rotting until only a head remains—unable to even die—it's too terrifying."

"Hehe, you don't need to worry. When only your head is left, you'll already be dead, and your soul isn't in your head anyway," Negris laughed.

The lich thought about it and actually found it reasonable: "That's true. I'm a lich, so I don't need to worry about that problem. Haha, thanks for the reminder."

"Your mindset is good. What should I call you?" Negris asked. By the time the two of them started talking, Ang had already begun the treatment.

Lisa could actually perform healing too, but in the City of the Dark Side, facing thousands of infected undead liches, Lisa very wisely did not take action.

People do not worry about poverty, but about inequality. If no one could be cured, that would be that, but once there is a means of treatment, and this treatment cannot be quickly popularized to everyone, problems arise.

If fighting were to break out because of the treatment, Feilin would not be confident in being able to protect Lisa, so she simply dumped this task onto Lord Ang, because only Ang could treat everyone continuously without rest in a short period of time.

The lich's attention was drawn by Negris's words, and for a moment, he didn't notice Ang's treatment. He only heard him say, "Back to you, my lord, my name is Konabu, a handsome bard."

"Uh, I know what a bard is, but why 'handsome'?" Negris asked, puzzled.

"Ah? Is that not allowed? This is my greatest trait, just like your wisdom and brilliance, my lord. Others can tell at a glance," Konabu said sincerely, though the expression on his face made it hard to tell whether he was buttering him up or telling the truth.

Negris laughed until his face bloomed: "Hahaha, young man, you have a good eye. You saw my wise and brilliant trait at a glance. Not bad, not bad. Hmm, it can indeed count as handsome."

Konabu thought Negris was just being polite, but immediately he felt his face acting strangely. The shriveled, rotting parts were actually slowly plumping up.

He raised his hand to touch it, but as soon as he did, Konabu couldn't help but tremble: Is this his own hand? This rough but vibrant hand, with skin and flesh—is this his own hand?

He crossed his hands to touch himself and couldn't help but press on his waist. It wasn't visible while wearing clothes, but in reality, half of his waist had rotted away, exposing his spine. When he was alive, he boasted of having a werewolf's waist; now, he almost didn't have a waist at all.

This press felt solid, not empty. His waist had grown back without him noticing, including other missing or rotting parts of his body.

"I... this... but..." Konabu was so excited he was incoherent and couldn't speak. In the time it took to say a few words, a lich like him, who had rotted halfway and was almost ready for the grave, had actually recovered to his handsome and dashing appearance from when he was alive. Is this a miracle? Is this a miracle?

He looked at Ang excitedly, wanting to say something, but choked up several times and couldn't get it out.

Ang grabbed him by the collar, threw him out, and said to the outside, "Next."

A commotion erupted outside. The liches who vaguely recognized Konabu screamed even louder. Luo Ge had let them come over to treat the pathogen, but he had never said they could restore them to their appearance from when they were alive.

Ang didn't care what everyone's mood was; he was just purifying the pathogen. Restoring them to a vibrant state was a side effect of the Purifying Art, which had nothing to do with him.

When Lisa and the others arrived, this was the chaotic scene they saw. The untreated liches were crowding in front of the basement under the scorching sun, waiting with eager anticipation.

From time to time, someone would cut in line, and a fight would break out. Then Luo Ge would rush over, beat up everyone fighting, and send them to the back of the line.

On the other side, the liches who had already been treated gathered in a pile, talking excitedly about something. Konabu set up a wooden stake, stood on top of it, and recited a hymn he had just made up with great emotion:

"The great Lord Ang, he holds the light of purification in his hand, smoothing over wounds... He is eight feet tall, handsome and majestic; his body is like a pillar supporting the sky, and his gaze is lightning piercing through the mist..."

Lisa's eyes flashed with surprise: "A bard? That's great. I want this person."

After saying this, she flew into the basement: "My lord, my lord, why did you hide in here? Such a good opportunity to show a miracle! Whenever the Church of Light has any healing activity, they can't wait to notify everyone half a month in advance, letting the whole village come to watch and absorb a wave of faith."

"My lord, if we don't occupy the high ground of faith, the enemy will. Don't always feel it's a bother. You don't even need to prepare; just moving is a miracle. You don't even need to perform; one move can be written into an epic."

"Even if you don't care, having a bit more soul flame wouldn't hurt, right? Otherwise, your Death Aura won't even be able to activate."

It must be said that Lisa had already mastered the technique of persuading Ang. When she mentioned soul flame and the aura, Ang finally stood up.

Leaving the basement, he rearranged the venue. Ang used sand and soil to pile up a high platform and sat on it himself. One undead creature after another went up the stairs. No matter from which angle, one could clearly see Ang's actions.

Lisa also found Konabu, quietly showed a bit of the holy light of the Purifying Art, took out a bottle of Rest Liquid, let Konabu smell it, and then took out a bag of gold coins, smiling: "Are you interested in becoming a Saint Bard who spreads the glory and deeds of my Lord?"

From day to night, one lich after another was treated. The camp was filled with laughter and joy, a kind of laughter of relief and rekindled hope that rang out from time to time.

Luo Ge was also relieved. These people in the City of the Dark Side were the heavy burden he carried, and also the main reason he was depressed and wanted to sleep forever. Although some memories had been erased by Anthony, if the burden remained, one day, he would still fall into that depressive mood and never be able to walk out again.

Now it was fine; the burden had been lifted. Ang had cured everyone's illness, and Lisa was clearly very happy to take over these people. All his burdens could be unloaded.

"Oh, right, anyway, I can't go back, and I have no use for this key to the Land of Slumber. Give it to my lord; perhaps my lord can make use of it." As he spoke, Luo Ge took a ball of soul flame out of his soul.

"Land of Slumber? What is that?" Negris asked, and Ang also tilted his head in confusion.

"Ah? The Land of Slumber, the place where the undead souls sleep and rest—it's that place with tombstones as far as the eye can see. We Black Knights are the night watchmen of the Land of Slumber," Luo Ge said.

Luo Ge had already offered a vow of loyalty and could be safely brought into the Palace of Rest. So Ang stuffed him inside, and under his guidance, they arrived at the area to the right of the Palace of Rest.

There was a fence there, and a broken iron door frame, but the door was gone, and everything behind the fence had also disappeared, leaving only a void.

"You mean, there used to be a large cemetery behind this fence? The Land of Slumber?" Negris asked.

"Yes, where did the Land of Slumber go? How did the Palace of Rest become so much smaller?"