When Margaret was awake, she subconsciously made a defensive posture and observed the surrounding situation.

I was in a tent with not many personal belongings placed inside, so I couldn't tell whether it was my own tent or someone else's.

No clues were found in the tent. Margaret walked outside and found that the place she was on was a plain with many tents also arranged around it.

Judging from the wolf pattern on the tent, the place where she is now seems to be among the ranks of the Laurence Frost family of this era.

And judging from the location of the tent in the center of the team, her current status seems to be quite high.

There was only so much information available at the moment. Margaret looked around for a week and found no trace of Mo Cheng like last time.

Looking at the bracelet on his wrist, a green silk thread surrounds the bracelet and points to a certain place.

According to Archmage Muzer's explanation, this is reporting the status and location of another wearer, which is divided into green, yellow, and red.

Green means safe, yellow means injured, and red means seriously injured and on the verge of death.

Once there is no more light, it can only represent one thing: another holder, death.

Judging from the feedback from the bracelet, Mo Cheng did not encounter any danger.

Margaret, who breathed a sigh of relief, was about to pack her things, and when she followed the bracelet's guidance to join Mo Cheng, she heard someone calling her name not far behind.

"Margaret~~~~"

The voice moved from far to near. The person who spoke might have been a hundred meters away when she first said the first word, but when she extended her final tone, she was already behind Margaret.

"Alas~"

Margaret sighed helplessly, then decisively drew out the Dawn Wind and slashed backwards.

"Qiang!"

The two swords collided with each other, and behind the sword blade was Windissa's smiling face, "Are you going to ask your aunt for swordsmanship when we just met? Margaret, you really don't know how to enjoy life, this will make the pursuer of you

The men are very distressed.”

"Really?" She pressed her wrist down hard. Margaret had no intention of respecting the family elders at all. "I just suddenly wanted to ask Aunt Windisa about your literary creation thinking."

"Eh eh eh?"

Windissa realized something, quickly looked around, and said with a look of surprise, "Why didn't you see Mo Cheng? Could it be that my dear niece finally came to me for comfort because she was dumped because she didn't know how to get along with boys?

?"

What answered Windissa was a sword blade like a storm.

"My relationship with Mo Cheng is not like that!"

"In other words, with the [Strategy] I gave you, you and he are not even boyfriend and girlfriend? You might as well be dumped!"

On the plain where Lauren Frost was stationed, a terrifying storm suddenly rolled up.

…

When he came back to his senses, Mo Cheng found that he seemed to be pressed by something heavy, and at the same time, his brain felt uncomfortable.

It felt like being thrown into a toilet that rotates at 7,289 rpm and being flushed away.

Struggling to push away the heavy objects on his body and walking to a relatively flat open space, Mo Cheng squatted for a long time before dispelling the weird feeling in his brain.

"So, is this the [motion sickness] you have to experience every time you download a dungeon? What will it be like next time?"

The last time it was like being hit head-on by an overloaded truck, this time it was like being flushed into the toilet. Mo Cheng felt that if he entered the dungeon more times in the future, he would basically be able to experience all the incredible ways to travel on the market.

Suddenly, Mo Cheng felt a stench hitting his nose. The pungent smell directly made Mo Cheng tremble, and at the same time took away the discomfort in his brain.

Only then did Mo Cheng clearly see where he was. Countless dead people were piled up like a hillside. Disgusting flies and mosquitoes were surrounding the rotting and swollen corpses. There were also things like rice vats surrounding them.

As ordinary containers, rice jars are sealed so that no one can tell what is inside.

But soon, Mo Cheng knew what was inside.

Because there was an open-air chopping board not far away, with dozens of abominations wearing chef hats and aprons wielding machetes in their hands, dismembering the bodies, smashing them, and then throwing them into the vat.

While Abomination was busy, there were still ghouls sending corpses to their chopping boards. Occasionally, there were ghouls who couldn't stand the temptation of food and wanted to eat the transported food...

No one stopped me, but after the ghoul took the first bite, it melted into a green goo all over the place within two steps.

On the contrary, behind the busy hatred, there is an acolyte who is constantly urging, "Hurry up, hurry up... The undead plague must be created within three days. If it is not completed on time, the soul will be deprived of it and put on the oil lamp."

Burn for a hundred years.”

Mo Cheng looked around. Countless corpses were piled up together, and the stench continued to destroy his sense of smell.

No need to think too carefully, I was probably pressed by corpses just now, and I even had close and intimate contact with these corpses that had swollen and oozing pus.

Even if it was Mo Cheng, he couldn't help but feel nauseous at this moment.

But soon Mo Cheng no longer had to think about whether there was anything in his stomach to spit out, because the ghoul who came to transport the body had already discovered him.

An invisible wave spread, and all the undead immediately stopped what they were doing and surrounded Mo Cheng.

Looking around, Mo Cheng found two pieces of news, one good and one bad.

The bad news is that he is surrounded, surrounded by a group of fearless and tireless undead souls.

The good news is that there are only undead here.

This means that he can use some quick removal methods without any scruples.

for example……

"Come on, Tombstone, kill them all for me!"

Surrounded by countless undead spirits, Mo Cheng not only did not have any fear, but even looked as if he alone had surrounded the undead spirits here.

In fact, as the tombstone filled with the aura of death rose, the undead here were really surrounded by Mo Cheng.

In an instant, countless undead corpses jumped out of the ground. They obeyed the summoner's order, the only and direct order - to destroy everything that moved in front of them.

Just the moment it appeared, the tombstone caused nearly a thousand deaths in the first round. In the face of the power of the God of Death, even the immortal undead will sleep forever.

But this is not the end. The massive death of the undead instantly filled up the points of one of Mo Cheng's skills.

"Vampire soul, come too!"

The aura of the Ghost Emperor imprisoned the dead souls and forced them to offer supreme loyalty. Purple and white lines outlined five phantoms beside Mo Cheng.

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Chapter completed!