"One day, the Black Tide of Blood Night will come to the world again, and I hope I will live to that day, when all the creatures of the Hell's Dungeon will flood into the world. Spirits, zombies, skeletons, ghouls...... Haha, I can set foot on the earthly land again. ”

—Excerpt from the Book of Taboos

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Hell's Dungeon.

The undead Joe comes out of the bar and encounters the Dark Mist and is convinced that he has fallen back into the Hellish Dungeon (unbeknownst to him, he was sent to the Hellish by Shen Xing).

He climbed up the hill.

Standing on a high place, you can see the endless swamp in front of you.

As a rule of thumb, you have to wade through this swamp to find something to eat.

He had the misfortune of falling to the edge of the Hell's Dungeon, where there was nothing to satisfy except the endless mist.

As a great pathfinder, the undead Joe has a wealth of experience in exploring secret realms, and even in extremely dangerous, terrifying, and crazy places like the Hell, he can accurately determine which direction leads to a safe shelter without a map.

Those Arkham towns had to be found as soon as possible, or it would be difficult for him to hold on any longer.

The word "Arkham" comes from the "Ragnares" in the Book of Forbidden Things.

"Arkham" means "bizarre, broken, unstable, somewhere between reality and dreams, a small space created by dying gods or demons with their own momentarily awakened memories before they die out completely." This space holds His will, representing that He is still alive, even though they are dead. ”

There are countless Arkham in the Hell, some of which are so small, as small as a small village, that the Pathfinders call them Arkham Villages, where clean water or food should be found.

Some Arkham are larger, encompassing entire towns or neighborhoods, or even entire cities, and are generally referred to by Pathfinders as "Arkham Town".

Of course, each Arkham town has its own name, and is often associated with the god or demon who created it.

For example: Jennifer's Rose Town, Xu Haoran's Taoyuan Township, Georgia's Ghost Street, King Liser's Gray Castle, Qiu Erniang's Beast Paradise, Ximen Blowing Snow's Wanmei Villa, Huang Yaoshi's Peach Blossom Island......

In short, the dungeons of Hell are the territory of the Demon God Lord, with one exception, those Arkham towns are scattered across the Lord's territory like a sanctuary, for those demons and zombies to live in.

The fear of the Demon God Lords could not reach there, and would be cut off by the will of their creators, the gods or demons.

The nearest town of Arkham must be found or he will die.

The undead Joe looked up at the sky again.

Overhead was a scarlet bloody night with thick black clouds.

There is not much difference between day and night in the spiritual prison, the day is gloomy and the night is gray.

The undead Joe blocked the ear piercing with his fingers.

He couldn't stand the damn disgusting spitting voice, and the utter miserable "Help me, save me, save me......"

These are the useless cries for help of the dead souls whose souls remain in the air after being devoured alive by the demon beasts. These cries for help came from far away, but their owner had been dead for a long time.

The undead Joe spent almost fourteen years in the Hell, spending most of his time in such wilderness, leaving one town for another, thousands of miles away.

This harsh environment made many cultivators who ventured into the Spirit Prison uncomfortable, and they would rather stay in a small town than hang out.

But the situation of an immortal Joe who has lost the boundary stone and is in the wilderness is terrible, he can't disguise himself as a demon spirit, so he must always resist the terrible fear of the demon god lord.

This kind of endless pain and torture is not something that ordinary people can bear, so no matter what, he must first find the town of Arkham and try to survive, and then think about whether it is possible to return to the world.

……

In the swamp ahead, there were three and three demon beasts.

The undead Joe knows all about these disgusting guys.

Demon Golem Beasts are not the kind of monsters in nature that people usually understand, they are the scum heirs of the Demon God Lord, and they belong to the kind of dandruff.

Demon lords spend most of their time asleep, and sometimes they wake up in a daze, and their bodies swell dramatically, and those dirty, disgusting sarcomas on their skin fall off.

These sarcomas will try to stay away from the lord and avoid being devoured by it, and they will roll down far away, the farther away from the lord the better.

During this time, they tend to encounter us humans, demons or zombies, as well as alien creatures like the undead Joe.

The sarcoma solidifies itself into the shape of creatures it can see, usually us humans, and secondarily the ferocious beasts that also fall into hell after death.

Because the Demon Golem Beast is a special creature with only a will and almost no mind or an extremely naïve mind, their ability to appreciate and imitate is really terrible, and they can only imitate the general outline, often missing a lot of details.

Some golems lack eyebrows, eyes, and nose on their entire face, and only have a large mouth to devour, but it may have a pair of donkey ears and may have an eye hidden in it. You can make it ...... by stabbing it in the ear with a dagger Ears are blind.

All the golems are slick and unclothed.

But rest assured, they certainly won't mimic the organs that will be harmonized, because they don't have the ability to reproduce, they're just the dandruff of the Demon God Lord.

The undead Joe smeared their blood on their bodies and used it to confuse them.

He had made up his mind that he had to wade through the swamp to find the nearest town of Arkham, where there was food, kind spirits and zombies, and maybe a few of his companions.

If they see themselves, they will go crazy, just like they hide on an island and rarely see their own kind alive, and they will invite themselves to a few drinks and talk all night......

He walked cautiously forward, not daring to make a sound, or even to take a big breath.

A golem smaller than him slowly approached him.

The disgusting creature looked like a mud man, wet and slimy from his dark gray rough skin.

It seemed to have spotted the breath of an alien creature on the immortal Joe, but it wasn't sure, so it deliberately moved closer.

The immortal Joe stood still, quickly restraining his breath.

He's sweating profusely!

Almost discovered.

Luckily, he was a great pathfinder, and he knew how to restrain his breath and confuse these stupid creatures, otherwise he would have been endlessly hunted down by them, and then torn into pieces and stuffed into his mouth.

The humanoid golem awkwardly walked away into a waist-deep swamp pit, its entire body slowly melting from top to bottom, like dark gray chocolate in the stagnant water.

It's dangerous!

The immortal Joe should be more careful now, the potholes in front of him may be traps, and if he doesn't carefully distinguish the color of the water, he is likely to step into the monster's mouth as soon as he steps down.

The immortal Joe was a little sad.

He had experienced the terrible Hellland Dungeon War, the kind of war that was not large-scale, although there were only thousands of people fighting, but the horror of that war was far beyond the human world.

The battlefield was littered with severed limbs, but they could still move, desperately trying to find other pieces of corpses to put them together. The half-cut zombies will continue to attack their opponents until it is completely shattered and finally incinerated into a pile of powder.

Suddenly, the whole surrounding environment changed dramatically!

In my sight, I felt that the space around me was distorting and deforming like a wave, and the noisy, sharp, harsh murmur sounded in my ears again.