"Whew, whew, ......"

The sun was setting slanting, and a girl with short light purple hair was out of breath running in the jungle with small steps.

She was petite and looked to be only about fifteen or sixteen years old. The small part of her skin was fair and delicate, and there was no callus on her slender hands, so delicate that at a glance it would make people think that she was exuding a slight halo. She was dressed in a brown soft leather armor decorated with white fluff, her chest was slightly raised, and the small animal-skin boots she wore were already stained.

She had a leather sheath around her waist, but there was no sword in it.

As the girl fled, she kept looking back in fear, her big amber eyes full of fear, and now she was full of tears, as if she would cry the next moment.

At this moment, the terrible wolf howl behind her sounded, and the girl stepped into the small pit in fright, and the whole person's center of gravity slanted suddenly, and she immediately fell heavily to the ground.

If it weren't for the fact that she had no strength and was weak to run, she could fly out directly.

"Woo......"

Feeling the sharp pain coming from her right ankle, the girl was like a wounded little beast, and finally couldn't help but sob.

She whimpered, clumping herself up on the ground, trying to suppress her cries as she stroked her sprained right ankle.

Lilia sensed that her time was near.

I shouldn't have followed those "adventurers" who were not a few years older than me out of the house.

Lilia was also moved by what they said at the time, "The White Wolf Cemetery is a safe area anyway", "I have to come out once in a while", "Maybe I can find the treasure".

Seeing that group of adventurers wearing handsome equipment and holding beautiful weapons, Lilim didn't expect it at all. They were just trying to trick a trainee druid into accompanying them.

The group of young adventurers accidentally discovered the hidden mechanism of the White Wolf Cemetery, but they didn't want to tell anyone else the news. In their minds, it was so similar to the beginning of the saga sung by the bards that they didn't even think about whether they were capable of clearing an unknown area.

Or rather, because it is the Grand Cemetery of the White Wolf. They subconsciously ignore the possibility that there may be an anomaly here.

This is the tomb of the first Grand Duke, how could it be that the druids had not blessed this place - with such a fluke, the young adventurers gathered together in high spirits and sent an invitation to Lilim.

Because of some strange sense of superiority, they didn't even recruit any stalkers. In the team of twelve people, except for Lilia, a trainee druid, there were only three hunters, and the rest were all warriors.

Only one of the twelve people is a Black Iron Rank, and eight are Formal Ranks. The rest are still novices who have not yet been assessed. None of the entire expedition team knew anything about disarming the trap, the dry food was only enough for a day, and there were not even cold light torches, the only source of light was three homemade torches made of firewood borrowed from the villagers.

By the time Lilia learned about this, it had already been after entering that "hidden place". She immediately realized the danger and tried to persuade the adventurers to go back and get ready to come back, but the heavy obsidian gate fell down because of the trap that someone was wandering around. Immediately, they were swallowed up by darkness.

There is no way back, in order not to starve to death. They can only move forward and explore in a tense atmosphere.

But it was not what they imagined - in a short passage, three people died tragically because of a trap. It wasn't even five minutes before they started their expedition.

That's when they started to crumble.

Although they were later regrouped, two men lost their will and decided to stay at the entrance and wait for someone to pass by and call for help. The rest began to move on.

But. They soon discover that the tunnel full of traps is nothing more than an appetizer. The monster she encountered in the back made Lilia almost collapse.

Hordes of walking corpses, black mist in armor, visions of wolves, and the terrifying wolf with the giant sword in his mouth. Lilia and her party barely put up any decent resistance before they were slaughtered, but fortunately, Lilia's vines had found the exit and ran out with the last two.

The wolves and the giant wolf didn't seem to be able to catch up. But the walking corpses chased after them at a slow but steady pace.

After escaping, in the face of those powerful walking corpses that could not resist at all, Lilia and the three chose to split up their forces and flee. Distract yourself from your goals and hope that the walking corpses will lose you.

But such a decision is like a joke in front of those walking corpses.

Theoretically, the walking corpse should judge the enemy based on the strength of their vitality. That's why they ignore the undead.

Lilia remembered that one of the adventurers thought of the rumor and pulled out a dagger and stabbed it into her stomach, causing her to weaken quickly.

But as if they had a will of their own, the walking corpses walked slowly and sarcastically, killing him mercilessly in the same place when he couldn't run.

The next story is Lilia's escape alone. But she sadly found that no matter how far she fled, she could always see them far behind when she turned around. The walking corpses drove Lilia like sheep, waiting for her to run out.

"Woo......"

In that case, does it still make sense to run away?

Lilia thought sadly, and after the pain in her feet had eased slightly, she slowly stood up against the tree.

She didn't want to die yet.

Maybe you'll end up catching and getting eaten...... But as long as there is a little bit of strength, even if it is used, Lilia wants to die later, even if it is a second late.

She had fallen into the pit before, her left knee hit a fine gravel floor, and she even slipped a short distance due to inertia. Her left leg was now covered in blood, and there was a lot of sand and stones embedded in the flesh, stuck in blood and slime.

Lilia didn't feel much pain. She only felt that with every step she took, the wound on her left knee warmed slightly. Comparatively, the ankle of the right foot hurts more, and even if you rest for a while, you will have a burst of pain when you walk a little faster.

She sobbed and walked forward step by step holding on to the tree.

But just then, she heard the crisp sound of a broken branch coming from close behind her.

- It's over!

There is no doubt that because he walked too slowly, the walking corpse caught up!

The last thing Lilia could do was go back and see what the walking corpse was about to kill her look like. She didn't want to die in a mess.

But at that moment, a silver streamer flashed to her right, and Lilia hadn't even had time to realize what it was. The walking corpse in front of her was suddenly burned to ashes by the silver-white flames.

As if enraged, more walking corpses let out muffled menacing noises and emerged from the jungle one by one.

However, a gentle and reassuring voice rang out behind Lilia:

"Rest in peace—" (To be continued.) )