Star Bamboo Empire, South.

In the past, it was a place full of life, where human cities were scattered across the plains and wilderness, villages surrounded by cities, and fields surrounded villages.

In areas where no humans have set foot, forests, grasslands, and wildernesses, all kinds of beasts and even monsters have brought different ecology. Strange species, strange ways of living, predation, competition, symbiosis... This world is constantly fighting against the law of the jungle, but it also gives this seemingly cold-blooded and ruthless natural law a touch of warmth.

But now, it's just dead silence.

The withered plants under the breath of the dead rendered the land a desperate black, charred trees, yellowed weeds, withered flowers...

And the undead who are still trampling the land.

They are the deceased, but they can't let go of the remembrance of life, and the obsession with living things makes these things the deceased become the craziest weapons of killing.

The undead here are not as dense as the tides on the front line of Frostleaf City, but the undead who wander by from time to time in this land are still the only thing that can still move in this dead land.

Oh, and the shadow of black one more day. This black shadow is like the shadow of the reflection of some flying object in the sky, over the rushing blood-colored river, over the desolate hills, across the dead forest...

It also passed under the undead who had no senses, and occasionally one or two high-ranking undead would stare at the shadow with bewildered eyes for a moment until it was gone.

I don't know how long it took, I don't know how many miles I had floated, but the shadow suddenly stopped, and the pitch-black fluid spread out of the shadow, gradually forming the shape of a row of doors on the clearing beside it.

Su Qiran, who was holding a white long sword, jumped out first, looking at the dilapidated towering city wall in front of him, the city wall was stained with blood, and on the slightly cracked wall, there were two golden characters hanging high.

【Hanzhu】.

This is the cold bamboo city after the disaster, the dead and silent cold bamboo city.

Su Qiran lost his mind for a while, the stored energy of the [Gaze into the Darkness] given to him by Jian Ling Tian had been used up, and if he wanted to use it again, he would have to wait for the bracelet to recharge itself, which would take about a day.

Su Qiran was going to find a place to hide with Xingnuo first, and then continue to walk towards the Eternal Forest after the bracelet's natural charge was completed, but he didn't expect that this time he would go directly to the north gate of Hanzhu City.

It was as if the god of fate had played a joke on him to see for himself how the streets that were once familiar were now in ruins.

Xingnuo also walked out cautiously, and the black shadow slowly melted, as if it had completely merged into the shadow behind Su Qiran.

"Let's go. Su Qiran looked around, and the undead wandering around were already surrounding this side...

"Hmm. Xingnuo looked unremarkable, and the further south she went, the less likely she was that her family was still alive.

Su Qiran looked at the listless Xingnuo, and he didn't have the lively and cute appearance he had before.

"Let's go. Su Qiran took Xingnuo's cold little hand, and his gaze slowly became firm.

If you believe me, I'll take you home.

While he was not yet surrounded by the undead, Su Qiran took the lead in pulling Xingnuo into Hanzhu City, and along the way, he used the most basic sword moves to touch the undead, and it was enough to be able to repel them, and even when he could not use his true qi, he would try to control the number of times he used it.

In this place shrouded in necromantic aura, the recovery rate after the consumption of true qi was twice as slow as the normal environment, so now Su Qiran had to do his best to retain his strength.

Walk through the dilapidated streets, where almost every house has been destroyed... And on the street, the traces of blood clotting, a long one... There are even a lot of undead in the streets who are still gnawing on some severed limbs...

is pulling Xingnuo to constantly shuttle through the streets and alleys of the northern city of Hanzhu City, with the help of the terrain here, Su Qiran can shake off the attacks of most of the low-level undead.

Suddenly, as he was running, Su Qiran sensed the slightly fluctuating energy in the surrounding space.

Su Qiran was stunned for a moment, and his eyes looked through the broken building, and in the distance there was a man dressed in tattered and dirty armor, the man was holding a long sword in one hand, constantly chopping away one after another besieging undead... His other hand looked to be broken and badly deformed, and the man had a gaping one-foot-long gash in his abdomen, oozing blood...

There are also survivors!? Su Qiran was stunned for a while before he remembered that saving people was the main thing.

He bent down and picked up Xingnuo, and then the whole person seemed to turn into a sword, piercing the broken wall with white sword light!

It was some undead with a little ability, but under the strength of Su Qiran's Sword Saint level, the dozens of undead who besieged that man were torn to pieces in the blink of an eye.

Su Qiran pulled the man and turned around and ran.

"Are you...!?" Looking at Su Qiran, who suddenly appeared, the man who was already desperate looked up blankly, stunned and surprised on his exhausted face.

"Are there any other survivors?" asked Su Qiran with a frown.

"There's... My wife and children are still alive, go this way!" The man suddenly stopped, pointed to the southeast, and said anxiously.

"Hmm. Su Qiran glanced at the man who suddenly seemed to be full of vitality again, his heart was a little heavy, he looked at the man's body, large and small, dozens of wounds... He knew that this man didn't have long to live, and now he was just holding on...

Under the guidance of the man, Su Qiran hugged Xingnuo and grabbed the man, quickly borrowed between the dilapidated houses, and the whole person quickly went towards the southeast wind.

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Dilapidated old house, deep cellar.

In the depths of the cellar, the only light dispelled the darkness.

In the corner of the cellar, a woman lay in a thatched pile, her pale face with purple spots—the result of an over-infested necromantic aura... At this time, she was about to lose the strength to open her eyes.

"Mom, I'm hungry. A boy of four or five years old was curled up beside the woman, his dirty little face and big eyes were exceptionally bright.

The little boy wears a small, worn wooden sign around his neck, and a faint halo emanates from the small wooden sign - this is the only source of light in this cellar.

The little boy's expectant gaze made the woman's eyes turn red slightly, but she didn't cry, and her tears ran out half a month ago.

"Cheng Cheng, don't be afraid, Dad has already gone out to find food. The woman barely managed to squeeze out a smile. The little boy fell asleep with his eyes closed.

After a while, the little boy was woken up by hunger again.

"Mom... I'm hungry..."

But the woman never responded to him.

“... Mom, I'm hungry..."