It's strange enough that there is a fishing village in the cemetery, and the area of this fishing village is not small, and from the head of the village to the end of the village, none of the fishermen you meet along the way are wearing a full coat.

On the other side of the mountain, on the other side of the sea, there is a group of fishermen who do not like to wear clothes, they are happy and quiet, they are strong and sensitive, and they live freely by the blue sea.

It doesn't matter if you have a good figure, it's just to beautify the environment, but the fat old man in front of him is so white and fleshy that he is exposed, what's going on, the living eyes are heavily polluted, how afraid of wasting the fabric is and falling!

Mo Ye's eyes did not squint, and he looked at the ground at an angle of forty-five degrees, just as the surrounding passers-by were all set boards.

Yan An's goods are also with the crowd, only wearing a pair of colorful pants, hanging with two hemp rope fishing nets around his waist, due to the reason of the soul stone, the appearance is not the same as usual, the figure looks taller and stronger, more masculine than the warm appearance on weekdays, in short, it is more manly.

Of course, this must be done on the premise of ignoring the embarrassed expression on the face of this goods.

Along the way, many shirtless fishermen greeted the fat old man,

"Good morning, village chief"

"The village chief went to my house for dinner tonight"

"Village chief, I'm going to go to the deep dive tomorrow and send someone to join me."

From the words of these passers-by, the identity of the fat old man is about to come out, the head of this fishing village, the village head.

The fair-skinned and round old man walked at the front, smiling and waving to passers-by. He still has a bottle of wine in his hand, and his steps are a little swaying as if he is drunk.

It looks like an ordinary drunken fat old man, but Mo Ye doesn't think so.

The man in front of him. Or to be more precise, this dead man gives Mo Ye an unfathomable feeling, like an endless sea, even if it seems calm on the surface, it can't hide the undercurrent surging in the depths of the ocean, and once triggered, it is a surging energy that can set off stormy waves.

Deep and introverted, the spiritual power is like a mud cow entering the sea, this is the result of the spiritual power of the ink night, although this is really inconsistent with the surface image.

This does not mean that the opponent's combat effectiveness is necessarily sharp. It is a kind of bearing, and the deep point is called connotation. Tens of thousands of years of long immortal life have built up a powerful aura, even if it is not deliberate, it is still a domineering leak.

This person must have been a very awesome character in his life.

In a spacious thatched hut on the shore, the fat old man sat down, looked at Mo Ye and Yan An, and pointed casually, "Find a place to sit." Don't stand."

The thatched hut is simply furnished, with a table, a bed, and a few chairs.

The fat old man shook the wine jug and took a big sip, "You are the good friend that Marco mentioned, you said that you young people have nothing to do to run to the place where the dead are gathered, and you are so bold that you are wanted for such a big thing as the whole island, you are really brave."

As soon as this old man spoke, he hit the nail on the head, and this sentence was very informative.

Mo Ye looked at Yan An, the other party was not surprised, too, since Yan An was able to safely escape the night watchman's pursuit under the protection of this fat old man. The identity of Yan An's living people is naturally known.

Mo Ye consciously put the fat old man in the identity of his predecessors, and he has always adhered to a good attitude of respecting the old and loving the young.

Yan An sat up straight, "Hehe, I'm mainly to blame for my bad luck in this matter."

The fat old man didn't give face and poked directly, "You are also piggybacking" The fat old man's gaze fell on Mo Ye, and said meaninglessly: "The person who took Matyr away is you."

This is an affirmative tone, not an interrogative sentence. Obviously, the old man has already established the facts, and this is indeed the case.

Mo Ye is not surprised that this old man can recognize her identity as a living person, although the dark spiritual power has a certain concealment effect, but in front of the truly powerful undead creatures, the breath of the living is difficult to be concealed, the last time the night watchman was not the same as he could see through Mo Ye at a glance, not to mention the fat old man in front of him who gave Mo Ye an unfathomable feeling.

"He left voluntarily," Mo Ye didn't take the initiative to take Martiel. Moreover, the two parted ways after leaving Neville City, and Mo Ye and Mathil were at most mutually beneficial.

"That kid is restless. It's not safe to die" The fat old man was obviously very familiar with Martil, and listening to that tone, he was also much taller than Martil in terms of seniority.

Sure enough, it's an old-timer, and I don't know how long I've been dead.

Mo Ye listened quietly, and she didn't say much if the village chief didn't ask questions, and the situation was unclear.

Since this old man can still let Yan An live here in peace despite the night watchman's national want, it is enough to prove his special status on this island.

"But it's okay, don't worry, I don't discriminate against the living, who hasn't lived once, don't you say?"

Burst~~

Mo Ye was speechless, this was simply true.

It sounds like that, but it feels so awkward.

Mo Ye's eyebrows raised slightly, and he hesitated a little in his heart, and finally asked, "Village Chief, your memory has not been erased?"

Most of the dead people living in the cemetery have been erased of their memories and are ignorant, including most of the night watchmen, and Martiel's memories of his life are also extremely vague, but the person in front of him gives Mo Ye a different feeling.

He seems to know everything.

The fat old man squinted at Mo Ye and smiled, waving his hand with a trembling belly but not answering positively, "Old man, I'm not young, I can't remember the events of recent years, but I still have some impressions of things a long time ago."

Then the conversation changed, "Since you can enter and leave the cemetery at will, you must have the permission of Lord Orosius, I will not shout at you like those stubborn night watchmen, you just have to rest assured"

This old man knew Orosius.

Mo Ye's eyes were smooth, his lips opened slightly, and before he could ask, he was interrupted by the fat old man, "Don't ask me why Neville City sank into the ground, and don't ask me where those people went, let alone who Lord Orosius was and where he went", I can't answer any of these questions."

Ink Night""

The words have been finished by your old man, and Mo Ye really has nothing to ask.

Yan An touched the frame of the mirror that did not exist, it seemed that he had asked all these questions, and they were all brushed over by the village chief.

"I've been here for so long, I can't remember how long it was, and I don't even know about the outside world, since Lord Orosius left 10,000 years ago, there have been no living people coming and going, not even new islanders have been born."

"Birth?"

The fat old man took another sip of wine and said, "Well, every person in Neville City who has obtained the qualification for the cemetery will have a new life born in the nativity pool on different islands of the cemetery when they die, and the new soul born in the nativity pool knows nothing but knows their name and the fact that they have died, which is similar to a new life."

Soul Purification!

It is a kind of magic array that transforms undead creatures, which can directly transform dead people into undead creatures, this is undead magic recognized by the Wizards Guild as one of the ten evil magics, with the decline of undead magic, no one will be able to do it for a long time, even in the Radiant Age, this is also a magic array that can only be cast by necromancers and great lichs.

For the first time, there was a look of obvious surprise in Mo Ye's eyes, he didn't expect that Orosius would actually make up such a thing, and it was used to build a cemetery.

Judging from the history of the cemetery's development so far, he doesn't seem to have any intention of building these people into an army of the undead, and it is really a pure land belonging to the undead.

Is it to prove that necromancy doesn't have to be evil either?

Mo Ye thought about it, and thought about it.

The fat old man noticed Mo Ye's obvious distraction, coughed twice to regain his sense of existence, hiccuped, and said with a smile, "I knew from the last time you appeared and took Martil, the inheritor of Lord Orosius will come sooner or later, I didn't expect that the wait would be so long, and tens of thousands of years have passed in the outside world."

Mo Ye shook his head, "No, it's only more than 10,000 years."

"Oh, you're here to take Marco away?"

Mo Ye nodded "Yes"

"Marco, this kid has a different physique, a waste of firewood, it's better to stay here and accompany my old man to play fishing and pull nets, drink wine, sing songs, how good"

Yan An immediately stood up, standing straight and serious, "Old man, this is not good, I am the man who wants to establish the first large group of the stars"

Yan An said to Mo Ye about this old man, "Mo Mo, this village chief and old man are really powerful, he was a doctor before his death, a real high-level civilized doctor, do you know, I have found a way to improve my physique"

Yan An's excitement was beyond words.

The fat old man shook his head and smiled, "I didn't say I had to help you"

At this time, Mo Ye realized one thing she had overlooked, Yan An's spiritual power did not seem to be suppressed by the cemetery environment, although the spiritual power level of this product was only an ordinary A-level, not high or low, ordinary It was strange that he was not suppressed at all, but there was a sign of overactivity, what kind of rhythm is this.

Mo Ye couldn't figure out the true purpose of the fat old man in front of her and didn't say much, anyway, if she wanted to take Yan An away, there would definitely be no one here to stop her.

So I didn't wait slowly to see what the fat old man wanted to say.

Mo Ye is not in a hurry, the village chief is in a hurry!

Hemingway threw bricks and led the jade for a while, but he saw that Mo Ye didn't answer at all, what to ask and answer, and he didn't say anything if he didn't ask, he cast the net, and the bait was also down, and Mo Ye took the bait and ate it, but he bit off the fishing line and looked like he didn't know anything, but he didn't take the bait, which made him very anxious. Don't play like this.

Compared with patience, Mo Ye is not necessarily the opponent of the 10,000-year-old undead, but the key is that Mo Ye has nothing to ask for.

Hemingway said that Mo Ye is interested, but it is just interest, if the other party is willing to say that she is happy to listen, if he is not willing to say, then forget it, it doesn't matter. (To be continued)

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