Shura’s Wrath

Ling Chen took out the map of the Forgotten Continent, turned it over and over again, but couldn't find any sign about the underworld. I had no choice but to give up, and after looking around again, I walked towards the dilapidated houses in the distance.

Here, like a village that has just been ransacked under the night sky, there are dozens of houses, none of which are dilapidated and cannot be lived in at all. The walls are pitch black, large areas of the walls are peeling off, the roof is made of messy grass, and most of the windows and doors are rotten. The whole small village is quiet, and from a distance, there are only three or four huts with extremely dim evening lights overflowing from the cracks in the doors or windows.

step...step...step...

Because it was too quiet, the sound of footsteps was very clear. After Ling Chen walked slowly for a few steps, he suddenly stopped, because he suddenly realized that the sound of footsteps was not only his own.

step...step...step...

Ahead, a black shadow finally entered his line of sight. It was the shadow of a person. The light was too dark to see his appearance and clothes clearly. He could only be seen faintly, with his waist bent and his head tilted. He was walking slowly towards this side. Every step seemed to be heavy. Carries the weight of the whole body. Ling Chen frowned, the short and light [Han Xing] was quietly held upside down in his hands, and then he continued to walk forward facing the figure.

When he was within ten meters, Ling Chen finally saw the shadow clearly... This is indeed personal. He is not short in stature, but his waist is hunched over by a huge margin, as if he is seriously ill and cannot straighten his waist. His steps are heavy and slow, as if he has exhausted all the strength in his body with every step, and his posture is like a person who is almost unable to walk. Road old man. The clothes on his body were so tattered that they were worse than a beggar, and there was hardly a place that was completely clean... It couldn't be called clothes anymore, it was just some scraps of cloth that were barely glued together. His face was wrinkled like the bark of a century-old tree, his eyes were wide open, but he was expressionless, staring straight ahead, he didn't even look at Ling Chen who was walking in front of him.

Until he passed by, this person didn't squint at Ling Chen. Ling Chen stopped in his tracks, turned around and looked at this person thoughtfully.

Is this the person from the underworld? Or... undead? It's not much different from the zombies in the gloomy land.

Moreover, the undead should be very sensitive and repulsive to the aura of life, but this person has no reaction to him... Could it be that the death aura released by Leng'er's appearance completely covered up the aura of life on his body?

Only this explains it.

In front of Ling Chen was a hut overflowing with dim light. In front of the house stood a half-broken rotten wooden sign, with two big characters that could barely be read crookedly written on it: "Minghuo".

Um? Dark goods? Could this be...

After thinking for a while, Ling Chen's heart sank, he walked to the door, opened it carefully and walked in.

Entering the hut from the outside, instead of feeling warm, there was a rush of sensual air that made the whole body slightly cold. The hut is less than ten square meters in size, and the inside is as dirty and messy as the outside. In the middle of the room, there is a table built of rotten wood. On the table is a candlestick, and a little fire that is only as big as soybeans is shaking on the candlestick. The undead are also unable to see in absolute darkness, but they also repel and fear light, so they only need a little light that is enough for them to see things clearly.

Behind the table, sat an old man with a black face and as thin as a skeleton.

"what to buy……"

Seeing Ling Chen's entry, the old man's eyeballs moved slightly like dead fish, and his mouth made an extremely difficult sound like sandpaper rubbing.

After finishing speaking, the old man raised his lowered head suddenly, presenting a face as terrifying as a zombie in Ling Chen's line of sight: "It's such a strong dead air, this kind of dead air will take at least a thousand years... ...even thousands of years of precipitation. You should be a high-level undead. As a high-level undead, why are you not in the royal city, but come to this low-level place."

The undead old man had a terrifying appearance and an extremely unpleasant voice, but his words were clear and organized, showing a human-like consciousness. He walked up to the stage and said, "Hello old man, I just came here and I don't understand what you are talking about. What is this place?"

"Did you just come here? That's how it is." The hoarse voice of the undead old man sounded: "No wonder you are dressed so strangely. This is the underworld, a place where dead creatures gather. Your location is a low-level village in the underworld. A place without a name."

"Gather dead creatures? So, after death, people will come here?" Ling Chen asked.

"No!" The body of the undead old man remained motionless, only his dry lips were moving slightly: "After death, a corpse will be left behind. If the corpse condenses a lot of death energy for some reason, it may be stimulated by the death energy." The ability to act again after moving, this is the undead. The lowest level of undead is the zombies produced in the dark and cold environment that is easy to accumulate dead energy. They only have the ability to move and the lowest consciousness, and they are not qualified to enter the underworld. .The gates of the underworld will not be opened for them."

"And if the death aura is extremely heavy, or the time spent under the death aura is long enough, or the dead body has a huge amount of power remaining, then after becoming an undead under the death aura, it is possible to produce a higher level of consciousness. Living beings have a certain degree of wisdom. The highest level of undead, consciousness, may be as complete as it was in life. And if the power is extremely strong, then it is even possible to awaken some of the consciousness left on the body before death, thus possessing the ability to become The memory before the undead. Just like you... the death energy on your body can only be possessed by high-level undead. Therefore, after you enter the underworld, you will also have a high-level consciousness. Your walking posture and the way you speak prove it at this point."

Ling Chen was startled by the words of the undead old man. Of course he knows about zombies, they are representative creatures of the undead system known to all players. The gloomy land in front of the gate of the underworld is full of zombies, because there is a lot of death, and it is easy to produce undead creatures. And some words of this old man made him unable to remain unmoved, he considered for a while and asked: "According to what you said, high-level undead can have the intelligence and consciousness of living beings, isn't that the same as not dead? Being able to revive the memories of life... wouldn't that be the same as resurrection? It's the same as having a second life?"

The undead old man rolled the whites of his eyes, looked at him blankly, and said in an obscure voice: "You are too naive. The generation of consciousness I mentioned is only limited to the underworld. Because the underworld is the place with the most dead energy in the world, It is a paradise for the undead. Here, the dead energy in the undead's body can reach the highest level of activity, and the undead can also have the clearest and most complete consciousness... However, once they leave the underworld, except for a few top-level undead, even high-level Once the undead leave the underworld, their self-awareness will also collapse without the support of death energy, and they will become zombies that can only obey orders and destroy. As for those who can awaken the memories of their lives after becoming undead, for thousands of years, the entire underworld can It is absolutely impossible to achieve more than ten undead... It is rare to have one in a thousand years."

"...So that's the case." Ling Chen nodded his head, thinking that this made sense. If you become an undead after death and can still remember the things in your life, it is really the same as being resurrected. It's really a bit against the sky.

"Since you are a high-level undead, you have not been sent to the capital, but you have appeared here. It seems that your body was attracted by the death energy of the gate of the underworld, and moved to the gate of the underworld, and came through the gate of the underworld. Here. Then after entering here, I gradually gained a complete consciousness." The undead old man said with a stiff expression.

"Yes, I vaguely remember that I passed through a place called the Gate of the Underworld unknowingly. When I was conscious, I was near here." Ling Chen said seriously.

"Half of the new undead in the underworld are attracted by the nine hundred gates of the underworld distributed in the Forgotten Continent. If they are high enough, they will be sent to the underworld by the gates of the underworld. If you find a low-level undead body, you can bring it back to the underworld, and if you find a high-level undead body, you can directly bring it back to the capital."

"Where is the capital?" Ling Chen asked at the right time.

"Pluto City. The place where the high-level undead gather, the place where the great Lord Pluto is. With your dead spirit, you are fully qualified to enter the city of Hades. If you want to go to the city of Hades, then this map can help you .”

The undead old man stretched out his skinny arm, took out a scorched scroll, and threw it to Ling Chen.

[Underworld Map]: A map depicting the general layout and area of ​​the underworld, for reference only.

Although it is a "map", the drawing is really rough. Some crooked lines are intertwined in a mess, like a main road. Small crooked characters are scattered in various places on the map, marking the names of some main places.

However, this is still a map, Ling Chen was overjoyed to get a "reference only" map when he first arrived in the underworld and his eyes were darkened. What surprised him even more was that this map actually had the function of positioning. Through positioning, Ling Chen found that his location was in the northeast corner of the Underworld, and Hades City was in the middle, about 500 kilometers away.

Naturally, the size of the Underworld cannot be compared with the Forgotten Continent, but it is also larger than Ling Chen expected.

Hades City is the center of the underworld, where high-level undead gather. Ling Chen's eyes stopped around Hades City for a while, then suddenly moved...

On the map, directly above Hades City, almost close to each other, there were four small words that were almost unreadable. He pulled the map closer and confirmed these four words one by one...

Blood……

deep……

sky……

Pool...

"Heavenly Blood Lake!" Ling Chen subconsciously shouted out... The Heavenly Bloody Lake is exactly his final destination in the underworld!

"That is a place that is extremely terrifying to us undead." The old undead said blankly: "It is also one of the three forbidden places in the underworld. For thousands of years, countless high-level undead bodies have been melted in it, and I completely left my power there, so it is also the place where the death energy of the underworld is the most active and the power is the most terrifying. You can only enter there with the permission of Lord Pluto, and if you enter without authorization, you will only be destroyed, and then melted into the blood pool. Because the entrance is guarded by at least three of Pluto’s eight generals all year round. Even if you pass through the entrance, you have to go through the Prison of Fire and the Prison of Ice, where legends still live. The powerful undead beast brought by Mr. Pluto countless years ago... In short, forget about this place and never approach it."