Chapter 253

In the Land of Slumber, sleeping is very important. If you can't sleep, you can only think about life facing the endless tombstones.

"Don't you know I have neurasthenia, insomnia, and many dreams? It was hard to fall asleep once, and I was woken up by your crying and wailing. Can you handle the morning grumpiness... Eh, who are you? Invaders?"

The lich who flipped up from the tombstone cursed, and only after cursing did he see Ang and the others clearly, instantly noticing their differences, and an excited expression appeared on his face.

"Invaders, right? You are invaders, right? Great!" The lich jumped up excitedly from the tomb, emitting a soul scream: "Wake up! There are invaders! There are things to play with!"

His soul scream spread like a hurricane. With him as the center, circles of tombstones, either flipping open or sliding open, opened one after another, and skeletons, corpse witches, and undead jumped out, spreading like ripples.

The Land of Slumber, which was dead silent a second ago, turned into a paradise for undead creatures with a "whoosh." Countless undead creatures surged from all directions, shoulder to shoulder, waving hands and clicking bones.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Ang took a step forward, transformed, and roared.

Bonehard Luoke's soul scream swept in all directions like a hurricane. The undead creatures close by were like being sprayed on their souls by a magic hair dryer. Their entire souls were refreshed, almost blown away.

After the soul scream, all the undead creatures were stunned in place, silent.

One second, two seconds, three seconds passed. The undead creatures who came back to their senses knelt down towards the purple-gold skeleton, and the soul roars came one after another: "Luoke! Luoke! Luoke!"

The lich who was woken up by Negris was even trembling with excitement: "Lord Luoke, Lord Luoke! Is it Lord Luoke? You finally came, you finally came to save us? You didn't forget us lonely and pitiful wandering souls, do you still remember me? Do you still remember me?"

The lich knelt on the ground, his hands stretching forward excitedly, as if he wanted to hug Ang's thigh.

An underdeveloped embryo dragon cut between the two, looked at the lich, and said thoughtfully: "I seem to remember you. Aren't you that so-and-so?"

"Huang Tong Dragon, cheap-looking, are you Lord God of Knowledge?!" The lich shouted in shock.

Negris vomited blood, roaring inwardly: Since when did "cheap-looking" become my characteristic? Do you know what "cheap-looking" is? I'll lock you up with Lightning later and let you experience it!

"I remember now, you are the Night Watcher with dark circles!" Negris thought hard and finally remembered who this so-and-so was.

At the same time, the transformation time was up, and Ang changed back from Bonehard Luoke to his human appearance. The lich looked at Ang blankly, his turbid eyes incomparably blank.

If it were only Ang, the lich would suspect if his eyes were dazzled or if he had fallen into some illusion, but with the Huang Tong Dragon, and calling out his nickname in one breath, it made him feel suspicious.

What happened? Why did Lord Luoke become like this?

"Lord God of Knowledge, I am not called Dark Circles. I am the Night Watcher Lamo. Long time no see, Lord God of Knowledge. You..." The lich Lamo asked hesitantly.

"Indeed, where are your dark circles? Why are they gone? It made me not recognize you for a while," Negris asked in surprise.

Lamo smiled bitterly: "My lord, the dark circles were made by myself to commemorate my cause of death—sudden death from insomnia. But now I have slept for more than a thousand years, and I feel I shouldn't have dark circles, so I didn't make them."

"Pfft—no wonder your morning grumpiness is so big. Do you still have insomnia after dying?" Negris asked curiously.

"Of course, even worse, okay! I had insomnia when I was alive, and I would faint if I couldn't handle it. Now it's not working. Tossing and turning, if I can't sleep, I can't sleep. There are so many messy thoughts in my soul that will pop up as soon as I calm down. If I can't think through them thoroughly, I will absolutely not fall asleep," Lamo complained bitterly.

Negris didn't know what to say. It is very easy for undead creatures to control their souls. Only those guys who can't control their wild thoughts at all can possibly have insomnia. He didn't expect that there would really be such undead creatures.

"It's indeed quite painful. Understand, understand. What is the situation here?" Negris changed the subject.

"My lord, I still want to ask you what the situation is. Why did the Palace of Rest suddenly disappear? Our souls can't sense the Monarch and Lord Luoke. It's been so many years, and no one has come to find us. We can't leave here either. What exactly happened?" Lamo asked back impatiently.

Looking at his blank and confused appearance, Negris's heart sank. Trouble. Could it be that no one here knows what happened either?

"Du Luo Ken? Is Du Luo Ken here?" Negris asked hurriedly.

Lamo nodded: "He is here."

Negris breathed a sigh of relief. That's good. As long as Du Luo Ken is still here, the information he knows will definitely be more.

However, before he could be happy, Lamo added: "But Lord Du Luo Ken went out to explore if there was a way to leave here, and was crushed by the lights outside, leaving only a soul casket."

"Pfft! Can't you say everything at once?" Negris vomited blood and exclaimed: "If the soul casket is there, he can be resurrected. Where is he?"

Lamo shook his head: "He is in the grave. He cannot be resurrected. Lord Du Luo Ken said that if he is resurrected, it will consume a lot of soul energy. This is a closed space. If one grows, the other wanes, and many souls will perish, so he won't be resurrected. Let us call him if we can leave."

Negris nodded. He might not have understood this paragraph very well before, but ever since Ang brought the Death Breath Liquid into the Palace of Rest and let it evaporate and diffuse freely, the Death Breath level of the Palace of Rest reached saturation.

Since then, Negris realized that death breath is to undead creatures what air is to living things. If it is missing, the souls of undead creatures will also wither.

If Du Luo Ken is resurrected, what is consumed is the limited death breath here, and the remaining souls will gradually wither and perish because there is no nourishment of death breath.

But now, Ang is here, and Du Luo Ken is saved.

"Quick, take me to his grave. By the way, where is Luoke's grave?" Negris said eagerly, and asked about the location of Luoke's grave in passing, maybe he was still thinking about peeing on the grave.

"My lord, please walk this way." Lamo made a gesture of invitation to Negris, but when he turned to Ang, he knelt down directly: "My lord, please!"

The attitude towards the Huang Tong Dragon and Bonehard Luoke was completely different.

When Lamo led the way to the distance, Negris asked: "I met an undead outside. The coordinate position here was obtained from him. I heard he is the Night Watcher here. Is there such a thing?"

"Yes, a guy who hooked up with demons and sold his soul. He really ran out? I thought he died in the void. Speaking of which, he ran out and led you here, but did a good thing. I have to thank him later," Lamo said.

"Uh... we killed him," Negris responded embarrassedly.

"Great, I originally wanted to thank him and then kill him. Consider him lucky," Lamo said hatefully.

"..."

Just now, the undead creatures climbed up all over the mountains and plains, which scared Negris, and he didn't look carefully. Now walking all the way, he noticed one thing: many graves were not opened, even the grass on the grave was withered, and the soil nearby was sparse.

Negris pointed to the unopened graves and asked: "What's going on with those graves? Is no one living there?"

"Oh, it's estimated that they are some low-level undead creatures whose souls withered and perished," Lamo said helplessly.

Negris's heart was shocked, flapped his wings and flew a little higher, looking around and counting carefully.

It looks like a big momentum, but counting carefully, the undead creatures that climbed up are only a little over twenty thousand. The undead creatures sleeping in the Land of Slumber should be in the millions. Why did only so few climb up? Did the others perish?

Lamo nodded, confirming Negris's speculation.

Millions of undead creatures, only a little over twenty thousand left? The situation here is worse than he imagined, almost to the point of running out of oil and lamps.

If they came a few hundred years later, would the undead creatures here be like the ones in the Palace of Rest, dying until only a skeleton was left?

Under Lamo's leadership, Ang and his party came to a grave.

Du Luo Ken is the King of Alchemy, his grave is not as flashy as his palace, just a simple flask shape, thin on top and thick on the bottom.

"This is Lord Du Luo Ken's grave, but in the current situation, if we can't resurrect him, we must not wake him up. By the way, Lord God of Knowledge, I don't know what preparations you have this time? Can you save us all?" Lamo asked tentatively.

Lamo's words have several meanings. One is to ask if Negris has a way to save them, and the other is to ask if there is a way to resurrect Du Luo Ken. If not, don't wake him up, otherwise Du Luo Ken's morning grumpiness will be bigger than his.

Negris spread his hands: "I don't know if I can save you all, I have to study it. Wake him up first. Even if we want to resurrect him, he has to cooperate. At worst, we can take his soul casket out."

Negris's words were not entirely true, but there was no way. He had no soul connection with Du Luo Ken or Lamo, so he couldn't say everything.

"I'll do it." After finishing, he didn't wait for Lamo, and flew to the tombstone to knock: "Hey, hey, hey, Du Luo Ken, are you home? I am the God of Knowledge, I came to visit your grave, get up quickly."

There was no response for a long time, Negris knocked twice more, and then turned his head in confusion.

Lamo was also confused, ran over and knocked heavily on the tombstone. There was no response after knocking twice, which scared him so much that he jumped up and started digging Du Luo Ken's grave without saying a word, and soon dug out a soul casket.

The soul casket is an exquisite magic box, inside which is the lich's heart. But opening Du Luo Ken's box, inside is a shriveled heart the size of a small ball, and a pile of small parts that should have been embedded on the heart, but at this time they had fallen apart.

Lamo's face was ashen, and he said with a crying face: "Lord Du... Du Luo Ken, perished."

Negris had an absurd and unreal feeling. The dignified alchemy lich Du Luo Ken actually died? Are you kidding?

Although the situation in the Land of Slumber is very bad, at least more than twenty thousand undead creatures survived. As the Lich King, Du Luo Ken is the one with the toughest soul among these undead creatures. Theoretically, he should live longer than all souls, and it is impossible to perish so early.

Even if he really ran out of oil and lamps, as long as he was ruthless, plundering the soul energy of other undead creatures, he could persist until the end.

Even without being ruthless, because among these more than twenty thousand undead creatures, the vast majority have no consciousness and wisdom, plundering their souls is no different from picking a few cabbages.

However, Du Luo Ken didn't, but let himself perish. It's simply inexplicable. Did he suffer any serious injuries?

"Let me see." Negris signaled Lamo to give him the soul casket.

Lamo handed it to him. Negris studied it for a while, couldn't find any clues, handed it to Ang, and asked Lamo: "Did he leave any relics? Any last words?"

Lamo was about to cry: "I only know now that my lord perished. He didn't leave any last words. The relics are all here. How about we dig and see?"

What a good idea. Negris immediately called the Little Zombie and started digging Du Luo Ken's grave.

The Little Zombie, who dug with two hoes and a dog's dig, made Lamo surprised, because very few liches can be as flexible and fast as the Little Zombie.

"Heavens, how did he do it? How are his joints so flexible?" Lamo gestured to his own stiff joints and said in surprise.

Zombie, zombie, if the movements weren't stiff, why would they be called zombies? Liches are just zombies with wisdom, and their movements aren't much more flexible.

"Hehe, I'll tell you later." Negris laughed with a bad taste. When the holy Purifying Face Technique is wiped on his body later, I wonder if Lamo will be scared to jump up?

Unfortunately, after digging Du Luo Ken's grave, there were no last words or relics. This is also normal. Precious things are definitely put in the palace. Who would put them in the grave?

Negris was extremely disappointed. He originally thought that if he could find Du Luo Ken, he would have a chance to know where the Monarch went. Unexpectedly, Du Luo Ken died, and he didn't leave any last words, leaving only a soul casket. But the soul casket can't talk. What to do?

Looking back, Ang was still holding the soul casket and looking at it.

Negris asked: "Any discoveries? Any residual consciousness?"

Ang shook his head.

"Then why are you still holding it? Put it down, bury it back later, this time it really became a grave." Negris sighed.

Ang tilted his head and hesitated: "The lich heart is dry, can I use it to resurrect?"

While speaking, Ang took out a bottle of concentrated holy insect ash liquid.