Chapter 1613

The skeleton's corpse fell onto the bed.

After a long while, the skeleton rose again, then painfully dragged the green vine out of the cave.

After an unknown length of time, a beam of sunlight shone in, causing the skeleton's body to tremble slightly, then slowly open its eyes.

"Huh?"

The skeleton first muttered in surprise, then looked down.

To its shock, the vines on its body had vanished.

"This…" The skeleton's face was filled with astonishment.

"Could it have been a dream? Impossible—I clearly remember dying. Why, when I woke up, were my wounds already healed, not even a scar left behind?" The skeleton was deeply confused.

"Forget it, first find something to eat!"

The skeleton muttered, then turned and walked toward the cave's entrance.

The skeleton walked unsteadily, its steps weak and unsteady, as if drunk—clearly, it had suffered severe injuries inside the cave.

After leaving the cave, the skeleton ran toward the forest and soon arrived before a waterfall.

Before the waterfall, there was a pile of food: Yang Yurou, wild chicken meat, and even a lamb leg.

This was a lamb leg native to the Heishui River, renowned for its delicious flavor, a specialty of the Heishui River, favored by the soldiers of the Heishui Corps; today, the Heishui Corps had won a great victory, so they held a bonfire feast every three days to celebrate.

At this moment, a number of soldiers gathered beneath the waterfall, roasting lamb legs over a fire.

Guluulu~~~~!

Suddenly, a stomach growl drew everyone's attention; all turned to see a man, entirely black and resembling a skeleton, standing nearby, drool hanging from his lips, clearly starving.

"Who is that? How could he look like this?"

"No clue, but judging by his appearance, he must be starving!"

The crowd murmured among themselves, filled with curiosity about this sudden intruder, the skeleton.

The Heishui Corps was the second most powerful force in Heishuicheng; few in all of Heishuicheng dared provoke the Heishui Corps.

Thus, when they saw this black-robed monster, they all felt surprised.

The black-robed monster paid no heed to the group, only fixing its hunger-glazed eyes on their roasting lamb legs.

"This guy… isn't he really starving?" One soldier muttered, watching the skeleton wolf down food, but they only muttered—after all, this was highly unusual.

Yet, this scene, heard by the soldiers, made them sneer.

"Heh, you think this guy's gone mad from hunger?"

"I reckon so, hahaha!"

"Pathetic—stealing lamb legs!"

…………

In their eyes, the black-robed monster resembled a beggar reborn from a starving ghost—truly pitiful.

"You, give me that lamb leg—I'll pay you!" Suddenly, the black-robed monster pointed at the skewered lamb legs and spoke to the crowd, then pulled out a gold coin the size of a fist and offered it.

This action enraged everyone around.

On the body of the 1357 skeleton

"Bastard! You dare rob me? Do you know who I am?" One soldier flew into a rage, drew his steel saber, and slashed straight at the skeleton's head.

Crack!

The steel saber struck the skeleton hard.

Though the skeleton's defense was strong, it couldn't withstand this blow—it was instantly cut in two and fell to the ground.

"Uh…"

The Heishui Corps soldiers froze.

"This guy… did he really get scared stupid? Couldn't even dodge a single slash?" One warrior shook his head and went back to gnawing his lamb leg.

"Damn it, you idiot! Don't you know what's happened in Shicheng lately?" Another slapped his head.

"What happened? Didn't the Heishui Corps win? Is someone still daring to resist them?"

"Hmph! You know nothing!"

"Shicheng is in chaos now!!!"

"Chaos? Isn't Shicheng ruled by the Heishui City Lord? Who could cause chaos?"

"Heh, you're a frog at the bottom of a well. Have you ever heard the title 'Demon God'?"

"What? Demon God? Does such a terrifying thing even exist?"

"Of course! Legend says the Demon God could kill thousands of elite iron-clad cavalry with just a single glance."

"Holy shit!! So badass?!?!?"

"You think not? Shicheng was created by that Demon God—he's the protector of Heishuicheng!! Now, the Heishui City Lord and his son are both dead, killed by the Demon God—Shicheng has fallen!!!"

"Then won't we be driven out of Shicheng?"

"Yes, definitely. With the Heishui City Lord and his son dead, Shicheng will inevitably belong to someone else!!!"

"Fuck it, I don't care—I'm getting out of this hellhole!!!"

…………

One soldier after another voiced their outrage.

"Brothers, since we're leaving, we should gather some supplies—let's take this guy!"

The soldier holding the steel saber glanced at the black-robed monster and grinned cruelly.

The other soldiers, hearing this, all agreed.

"Brothers, this kid looks sturdy—leave him to us, we'll make him scream!"

"Hehehe…"

As he spoke, the soldiers gathered firewood from the side and tossed it onto the massive bonfire.

Whoosh~~~

Blazing flames leapt up; instantly the fire grew fiercer, engulfing the soldiers, and the roaring firelight dyed the sky red.

Meanwhile, the soldier wielding the long sword carried an enormous bronze cauldron and walked toward the skeleton.

His footsteps struck the ground, making the earth rumble and roar, and that crushing pressure came rushing at them, suffocating.

"Hehehe... you want this roasted lamb leg? Sure!!!"

"But first you have to chop off your own four limbs—only then can I let you eat this roasted lamb leg!"

"Hehehe..."

The soldier laughed in a sinister, chilling way, a cold glint flashing on the long sword in his hand.

"Got it, just a moment please!" The skeleton grinned, then stretched out a bony hand and swiped at the soldier.

The soldier gave a cold snort and slammed a palm toward the skeleton's claw.

Bang—

The skeleton's arm was sent flying, slamming into the rock wall and smashing out a hole.

Yet it was completely unharmed. It stretched out another skeletal claw and lunged at the soldier once more. This time the soldier did not underestimate his foe; the long sword in his hand swept out in a wide slash.

In a pool of blood, 1358.

In a pool of blood, 1358.

Clang clang!

A spray of sparks burst out, scattering in all directions as the two collided.

The soldier's brow furrowed slightly—this skeleton's strength was terrifyingly great!

But the skeleton gave him no time to think. The skeletal palm reached out again, this time sharp as an eagle's talon, and clawed toward the soldier's throat.

The soldier's face changed and he hastily swung his sword to block.

Puchi!

However, it was all in vain.

The tip of the skeletal claw plunged straight into his neck and crushed it in an instant; the corpse collapsed into the pool of blood.

Clatter clatter...

The skeleton opened its palm, and immediately countless fragments scattered across the ground.

Those black-robed skeletons gathered up the corpse, then ambled off into the distance.