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Fang Hao sat on the back of the Bone Dragon, listening to the screams emanating from the tavern where the lights had been extinguished.

If it weren’t for the affairs of the Bloodthroat Tribe, there wouldn’t have been any urgency in killing them.

But given the threat that had emerged in the north, he couldn’t afford to have potential hazard lurking in the south.

Thus, it was their misfortune to provoke Fang Hao at this time.

The killing cry only lasted for 5 minutes, then a Blood Hunter carrying an old man leapt out of the window.

The gigantic bat wings flapped, landing on the Bone Dragon that was hovering mid-air.?? ⁵

Only by now, candle lights arose from the first floor of the tavern, with the bartender’s voice raising queries.

“Sir, is it this old man?”

“Yes, let’s head back.”

The Blood Hunter gently patted the neck of the Bone Dragon, which then set off m the direction of their territory.

The City Lord’s Hall.

Fang Hao sat on the White Bone Throne, under which an old man in pyjamas knelt, still in shock.?????????????????????? ¹

“You, you’re the young man from the tavern this morning.” The old man immediately recognized Fang Hao.

“Your eyesight is commendable.” Fang Hao praised, continuing, “The bounty you issued has caused me quite a bit of trouble. I want to know how you came to know about the ancient tomb, and why you issued the bounty?”

Old Yifu looked around.

Aside from a Beast-ear Hero, the entire hall inside and out was filled with White Bone Undead.

“Sir, I’m Yifu. My great-grandfather left behind a diary and a key. The bounty for you was a misunderstanding – the mercenaries I hired discovered the whereabouts of your team and issued the bounty.”The old man’s body slightly trembled, not out of fear, but from excitement, a kind of zeal.

Without waiting for Fang Hao to reply, he continued, “Lord of the Undead, I offer my loyalty and everything I have, in exchange for your allegiance.” Old Yifu kneeled on the ground, his forehead touching the floor.

Now he had figured it out.

The one before him wasn’t any common young man, but rather, a magnificent undead.

The human form he had seemed to be merely an illusion.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be sitting on a throne made of bones, commanding legions of the undead beneath him.

When Fang Hao heard the old man’s words, he slightly furrowed his brows and turned to look at Nelson.

What’s going on?

Had he encountered a believer of the God of the Undead?

Or was the old man just obsessed with bones and overly excited?

Nelson, sensing Fang Hao’s questioning gaze, whispered in his ear, “His life

force is already exhausted. He wants to become immortal.”

Fang Hao nodded to show that he understood.

“Immortal” was how the undead referred to the act of becoming undead.

This old man was too old, even the finest ginseng wouldn’t help him live long. That’s why he was so desperate to find a way to prolong his life, be it becoming a member of the Blood Clan or the Undead, as long as he could continue his existence.

“Show me the diary and the key,” Fang Hao spoke.

Old Yifu took out an age-old notebook from his pocket and handed it to the

Beast-ear Hero nearby. She then passed it over to Fang Hao.

“Sir, the key was used this morning. We went to the ancient tomb and used the key on the first bronze door. When we found it couldn’t be pulled out, we left it there,” explained Old Yifu.

Fang Hao perused the notebook, taking a quick look at two pages.

It did indeed contain some information about the ancient tomb.

“So, you are searching for this ancient tomb in order to find a way to prolong

your life?” Fang Hao closed the old notebook.

“Yes, I dare not deceive you, sir.” Old Yifu was still respectful.

“Do you know where the rest of the tomb owner’s remains are?”

“Huh? Other remains? I don’t know,” Old Yifu shook his head.

Could it be that the body in the ancient tomb is not whole but fragmented?

Fang Hao nodded once more, and said, “Fine, take him away.”

Although the old man was cooperative, he was no easy puzzle either.

Moreover, bringing him back yielded no useful information.

The diary was the only thing he had gained. Once he had the time, he would carefully read through the contents to understand the story within.

“No no, sir, give me a chance to serve you, I don’t want to die, sir, I am willing to give you all my fortune, I have many slaves in my manor, who can serve as sacrifices for you,” Old Yifu shouted loudly.

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Now that he had come into contact with the undead, he was even more unwilling to die at this moment.

Fang Hao looked at the old man who was hoarse from yelling, shook his head slightly and said, “Alright, take him to the Transformation Pool. Afterward you will be undead and serve me.”

A look of joy spread across Old Yifu’s face, and he stopped shouting and struggling.

He stood up gracefully, bowed, and willingly followed the skeleton towards the Transformation Pool.

After the old man left, Nelson and the others each returned to their own dwellings.

Under the light of the Nightstone lamp.

Fang Hao began to carefully read through the diary again.

From beginning to end, apart from a few missing pages in the middle, he understood the rest.

The City Lord in the story was indeed a ruthless character.

Fearing death and wanting to transform into a member of the Blood Clan he was fearful of being discovered and harmed by the people in the city.

He simply turned all the people in the city into the Blood Clan.

This City Lord must have planned this long ago. Everything he had done was in preparation for the last step–delivering wine door-to-door.

By the time all the city’s inhabitants had transformed, any remaining stragglers wouldn’t matter.

“Amazing,” Fang Hao commented.

He also noticed a line in the diary.

‘Damn Chester, damn liar.’

Chester must be the City Lord’s name, so it appears he didn’t gain nothing

After reading through the entire diary, Fang Hao returned to his room and fell into a deep sleep.

The following day, after breakfast.

A Bone Dragon landed straight in Pigmen Village, causing a commotion.

When they saw Fang Hao and Anjia on the dragon’s back, a Pigman immediately went to notify Clan Leader Petty of the Pigmen Clan.

“Lord, I did not know you were coming in person,” Petty hurried over to greet them.

Normally, Fang Hao would only use God’s Presence to communicate, rarely visiting in person.

One reason was the distance, another was a safety issue.

Who knew what peculiar things could happen in this world, threatening his life.

“Come, let’s talk inside.”

Once they entered the Clan Leader’s hall, a Pigman brought over some fruit wine.

Petty, curious, asked, “My Lord, do you have any instructions for us?”

If Fang Hao had come in person, naturally, it must be to convey something important.

“How many Orc villages are there from the north of the village to the Bloody

Mountain Range? How strong are they?” Fang Hao asked.

Petty paused, estimated roughly in his head, and replied, “The northern villages are scattered and we have limited interactions with them. There are about ten villages or so, and they are said to be at war during this period.” That’s just the way with the Orcs.

Today there might be ten nearby villages, and tomorrow due to raids that number might be reduced to five.

Then wandering tribes could move in, and the number of villages would increase again.

This was the constant cycle, war and migration never ending.

As the Pigmen Village now had the protection of the undead and was currently focusing on low-profile development, it had been a long time since it had any dealings with the other villages.

Therefore, it was quite hard to ascertain a precise number.

“Try to gather all the Clan Leaders from those villages. Since we are all neighbours, it’s about time we got acquainted.”