There was no light in the vast land, and the whole sky was black, there was no blue sky, no white clouds, and no small streams of babbling water, just dry riverbeds and cracked land.

There are no crops on the ground, and I believe that there are no crops that can take root in places where such birds don't poop.

In the east of the earth, a touch of dark green suddenly lit up.

"Xiao Sa, what is this?" A middle-aged man with a black crown said to an elderly man who was holding a large scythe and wearing a shabby straw coat next to him.

The old man didn't mind being called "Xiao Sa", sighed slightly, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, our business here has been sluggish over the years, and the production of skeleton racks has been decreasing. ”

Without waiting for the middle-aged man to speak, he continued: "And I don't know what happened over there, there are fewer and fewer souls over the years, and these souls have gone to the West and North Shadows because of the lack of our skeletons." ”

The middle-aged man looked at the old man and shook his head.

"Anyway, we asked for zombies for Mao Guang at that time?" The middle-aged man patted his head and looked at the old man and said.

The old man glanced at the middle-aged man, and said helplessly: "It's not that you fought with the King of Xiyou, don't you ......?"

When the middle-aged man heard it, he immediately became anxious, and said fiercely: "How many times have we said it, we can't say that again, just treat it as a labor mistake, okay?" ”

"Labor", the old man remembered some of the past, when the young king always called himself "labor" since he returned from his trip to the West, making himself look like a descendant of the king, although this statement is not outrageous, but it can't be said openly.

"Alas! Labor and management are also stupid, didn't that Xiyou King just say that labor and management are "thin monkeys", why do you want to fight with him. The middle-aged man sighed and said.

The old man rolled his eyes and secretly slandered: "Hmph, it's not you who fights with him, it's the old man of the King of Xiyou who fights with you!" It's not that you scolded the old bald donkey, the angry King of Xiyou almost went to see the old Youhuang. ”

Of course, these words are not really said by the elderly.

"How many zombies are there now?" The middle-aged man put away his cynical smile and asked the old man with a straight face.

The old man thought for a while, then took his thin finger and pulled it a few times, and said, "About two million." ”

The middle-aged man nodded, and asked again, "What about the skeleton?" ”

The old man didn't think about it again this time, and said directly: "The last one was slapped by you the day before yesterday. ”

The middle-aged man didn't blush this time, but coughed twice and stopped talking.

After a long time, the old man let out a "huh" and drew a crack in the air with the sickle in his hand, only to see that the crack slowly expanded, gradually forming a long light curtain, in the light curtain, a small miserable white figure swayed and didn't know where to go, and the two empty eye sockets flashed with a faint oily green light.

The middle-aged man who squinted slightly looked at the little skeleton on the light curtain, smashed it, smashed it, and said, "This little skeleton feels a little different." ”

The old man did not look back, but looked at the little skeleton carefully and said, "It is indeed different, this little skeleton, uh..." There's also a short bone underneath this little skull! ”

The middle-aged man covered his face with a "snap" and said, "You just saw it?" ”

The old man touched the beard on his cheek, smiled and said, "It's really interesting, this is the first time I've seen this kind of skeleton." ”

The hollow eye sockets, the bare top of the head, the ten finger bones are as slender as silk as if they are about to be broken at the slightest touch, and the little skeleton is blankly "looking" into the distance, looking at it from the gray sky, it is not at all inconspicuous.

Suddenly, as if a loud roar from the abyss and hell, ripples invisible to the naked eye formed from the extreme distance, undulating and spreading across the entire land, and the soul energy on the little skull's skull trembled imperceptibly for a moment, and then regained its calm.

At this time, the middle-aged man who appeared earlier stood next to a nether wolf with black and white fur, stroked the soft wolf fur, smiled, and said, "It's still a labor dog, not bad, let you eat a few more bones tonight." ”

The old man looked at the wolf lying next to the king, and couldn't help pouting, alas, he couldn't let the king go out to fool around in the future, the purebred wolf in the netherworld was originally good, and Leng gave the name of "Ergouzi", which was really helpless.

The middle-aged man patted Ergouzi's head and said, "Ergouzi, don't save face for them next time you go to the King of Xiyou, just run hard, if anyone dares not to give us face, you will fly with one paw, no matter what Xiyou Nanyou, I will stop you for you." ”

The second dog seemed to roll his eyes, and continued to squint and doze, but this humanized scene was naturally invisible to his old man.

The old man on the side sighed, it is estimated that the four kings of the Netherworld will not care about the other three bosses because of this boss, so he has the most bad reputation. There are a lot of jokes about this.

"Your Majesty, that little skeleton seems to be in a new situation." The old man said.

"What? Which little skeleton? The middle-aged man looked at the old man and asked.

"The one we just saw." The old man slapped the scythe in his hand and replied.

"What? What's going on again? The middle-aged man scratched his head suspiciously, and saw the old man's small eyes smiling and narrowing into a slit, and his right eye jumped straight.

The old man smiled without saying a word, silently took out his sickle and prepared to cut a crack, only to hear a "snap", and the back of the old man's head was heavily pumped.

"It's still with labor?!" The middle-aged man's right eye finally stopped jumping.

The old man looked at the middle-aged man sadly, no longer pretending, and the sickle in his hand "hula" left and right to cut a bright crack.

The yellow flame in the eye sockets on the top of the little skull's head jumped a little, and the little skull stiffly turned its smooth skull, round and round, maybe it was enough, the skull suddenly stopped, crooked left and right, and there was a sound of "click, click, click", but it seemed to realize that the head might be in the wrong position, and the two gray-white arms grabbed the lower end of the head and pushed it up, and the skull was pushed down without a trace of dullness, maybe this is the effect of rotating the skull just now.

Two arms supporting the skull, throwing up, the skull flew into the air, but it seemed to be thrown in the wrong direction, the skeleton just like this two arms up, legs began to "snap" running, to their own determined position, only to see that the gray skull has reached their neck, "click", this time finally connected.

Then the little skeleton looked around, picked up an ordinary stone from the ground, and threw it into the distance, and in front of the little skeleton happened to be a team of zombies "wandering", there were no living creatures in the netherworld, only four kinds of necromancers, skeletons, zombies, necromancers, and the Phantom Emperor. Skeletons can become zombies or necromancers after upgrading, and the Ghost Emperor is both the name and the name of the necromantic species, and if you want to improve your strength, you need to increase the level of soul power in addition to thick flesh and resistance to beatings.

And the soul power is not much different except for some Chosen Ghosts, who are lucky enough to be higher than other necromancers from birth.

Soul Fire needs to be obtained by "killing" the Necronomicon and then devouring it, and the higher the level of the opponent who "kills", the greater the energy obtained by one's own Soul Fire.

When the soul fire reaches the maximum amount that the current body can withstand, it is necessary to go to the local necromancy authority to evolve.

It's just that the development of the Eastern Hidden Domain has become more and more sluggish in recent years, and after the last "fight" between the two kings of the Eastern Hidden Domain, the skeletons of the Eastern Hidden Domain are almost extinct, which is not at all unfavorable to the Eastern Hidden Domain at the moment, but with the passage of time, the disadvantages will be greatly revealed.

Now, as the only remaining "lone seedling" in the Eastern Secluded Domain, it is gradually moving towards the brink of extinction.

The zombie who had been hit by the stone glanced this way, then smiled at the skeleton and ignored it.

"Your Majesty, this little skeleton is a little weird." The old man wondered.

"You are blind to labor and management, labor and management have already seen it, is it because he is the only one left in the entire Eastern Hidden Domain?" The middle-aged man gave the old man a blank look, and then began to talk to himself.

"Your Majesty, no, this little guy is a skeleton, and we don't have any other skeletons in the Eastern Domain, whose soul energy is he going to devour? If he relied on himself to absorb the surrounding necromantic aura every day, I am afraid that he would not be able to evolve into a zombie in ten years! The old man slapped his head and realized it.

The middle-aged man fell into deep thought.

The "grunt" snoring sound came out of the middle-aged man's mouth, and it turned out that the thing was asleep thinking about it.

The old man was also surprised, and thought: "Should I go to the other Youwang to ask for some skeletons, but when the time comes, the Youwang adults may not necessarily give it, alas, why do I have to worry about any bad things, my life is hard!" ”

The necromantic creatures in the Netherworld basically improve their level through battle, and almost no necromantic creature advances by absorbing the energy around them.

The Netherworld has an inexhaustible necromantic aura, but it does not mean that it can be absorbed and used to advance, and the real path to advancement is still to step on it step by step through battle.

"Why don't you throw it somewhere else?" The middle-aged man woke up at some point and said.

"I'm afraid the lords of Youwang won't agree, just with your relationship with several other adults, cough cough." The old man said weakly.

"Well, that makes sense, then I'll go find Emperor Youhuang and see what his old man has to say." The middle-aged man waved his hand and no longer looked at the movement on the little skeleton's side.

"Lord Ghost? Forget it, there's no need to bother Lord Youhuang for such an insignificant little guy, besides, Lord Youhuang is still angry with you, last time it was ......" The old man couldn't go on when he said this.

The middle-aged man did not speak, and he fell into deep thought again.

The little skeleton began to move forward, sensing every danger and making a detour every time.

The Netherworld has no concept of time, it is gray everywhere, filled with an impenetrable fog, and no matter how powerful the life force is, it will be wiped out without the slightest struggle.

The little skeleton carried a bone rod that it didn't know where to pick up, and came to a gravel field, and during this time it didn't even perceive a single of its kind, as if it was the only one alive in this world, and it felt very lonely about it, and the first thing it had to do was not to try to improve its strength, but to find other kinds, even if its kind wanted to devour its soul power.

"Well, little one, are you looking for other of your kind?" An old man appeared in front of it inexplicably and said to it.

The little skeleton lifted the bone stick and looked at him vigilantly, it didn't feel anything about this person's arrival, this was the first time this had happened, it didn't like this feeling.

"Hmph, you want to perceive me too? Don't think about it, put it down, I can't be interested in you. The old man glanced at the little skeleton and said.

It's just that the little skeleton still didn't put down the bone stick in his hand, as if he didn't listen to the old man's dissuasion at all.

The old man was silent.

After a while, the old man suppressed the urge to slap the skeleton in front of him to death, and said unhurriedly: "You can't find the same kind here, all the skeletons here have disappeared." ”

The little skeleton looked up at him, though the hollow eye sockets had no eyes.

"Now, you have two choices, one, absorb the surrounding energy here every day, and with your perception, I believe that as long as you are not too strong a necromancy, you can survive safely." The old man said with two fingers.

"Second, it is to send you somewhere else, where there are a large number of your kind, but with your current strength, you may not necessarily be the one who survives in the end. It's going to be dangerous, but it's going to make you stronger, which do you choose? The old man looked at it and said the second option.

The little skeleton looked at the old man in front of him, lowered his head, and then raised his head again and looked at the old man.

"What? Oh, you said you can come back if you get stronger? The old man seemed to be very happy at the moment, without the shelf of the superior, and said in a calm tone: "Come back if you want to, if you don't want to, don't worry, until your soul imprint dissipates, you will always be a soldier of the Eastern Hidden Domain." ”

The little skeleton opened its mouth as if it were laughing happily, but it laughed comically without flesh.

It was reluctant to give up this land, this was the place where it was born after all, but it knew that it had to leave here, there was no one of its own kind, and it believed that the old man had not lied to it, because it had indeed been looking for a long time, and it was true that it had not encountered a single of its kind.

It was thinking: maybe one day when I become like those big guys, I can come back, this is my home.

The old man didn't say anything more, but told him to stay here honestly for the rest of the time, and when he was done, he would send it to another place, another place full of its kind!

The Netherworld is a dull place, with no light, just green necromantic creatures that flicker with soul fire like ghostly fire.

In the Northern Domain, an undead flower blooms in a silent place......