MTL - I Became An Acre Of Haunted Land-v2 Chapter 287 Revenge of the Dead

After being in a coma for three days, the soul of the dead was awakened by a shadow that seemed to be indissoluble.

Shadow Pope Dogliani asked in an extremely impatient tone, looking at the souls of the dead lying motionless on the ground.

"Aren't you spreading fear in the trading market? Why are you sleeping in this dirty, damp secluded corner?"

"You forgot your mission?"

The figure of the shadow pope transformed from a cloud of mist into a human figure again, staring at him dissatisfiedly with scrutinizing eyes.

The Shadow Cultists have already begun to infiltrate the city, and they will not act rashly until they gather enough information.

Of course, the chaos is more conducive to the acquisition of information. After entering the city of New Mora with the soul of the dead, they each have different arrangements.

Berek, the soul of the dead, relied on his immortality ability to wantonly spread his influence, thereby attracting the attention of the guards in the city, and they took the opportunity to find out the information of New Mora City in one fell swoop when the defense was empty. .

The plan was arranged in this way, but after waiting for a few days, the city of Xinmora remained calm and there was no accident at all. Even the rumors that had been spread before were quickly suppressed by the city guards.

The Pope, who was waiting in the shadows, felt that something was wrong, and hurried to the trading market. In a secluded corner, he soon found the soul of the dead lying on the ground, sound asleep.

"I'm asleep?"

Berek, the soul of the dead, woke up. He looked at the figure in front of him blankly, and still didn't understand what happened.

The dissatisfied figure of the shadow Pope Dogliani was staring at him, waving his palms in disgust.

Obviously, the volatile smell in the secluded corner was not good for him.

"That's why you like to sleep peacefully in this dirty, rotten, and damp place."

"But don't forget, what is the purpose of our trip here?"

"The Moon Goddess has been watching us, don't let her down."

After finishing speaking, seeing that Berek had stood up, the body of the Shadow Pope Dogliani turned into a cloud of mist again, and escaped directly into the shadow.

He was no different than Berek who was alone now, and the large number of Shadow Cultists depended on him to give orders.

After finding Berek and expressing his dissatisfaction, he will know what to do.

The secluded street corner returned to calm again, and Berek finally came to his senses after feeling that Dogliani had completely gone away.

"I fell asleep? No..."

"I am the soul of the dead, a real undead, how could I rest like a mortal?"

"So, what's the matter with me?"

Berek raised his head in confusion, this was a secluded and dark corner.

The rotten and damp smell came into the nasal cavity from time to time, isn't this the place where the woman was hiding before?

woman?

In an instant, the memory before coma came from his mind in an instant.

That weird woman, the woman he picked as his first target!

After being threatened by him to run away, she fled directly into the dark corner of the trading market, hoping to avoid his pursuit through the terrain of the dark corner.

But he had already remembered the smell of that woman, she was hiding in a dark corner, like the most dazzling night pearl, there was nowhere to hide.

Then, he tried to slowly instill fear, trying to make the woman think that she could escape his grasp, transforming her inner hope into the most terrifying despair again.

That's what he did, but it turned out...

The palm that also exudes radiance in the dark became the last memory in his mind.

"I... I was slapped unconscious by a mortal?"

"I was given by a well-chosen prey..."

"No...it's not like that at all...There must be some accident?"

"What exactly is going on?"

Berek felt a piercing pain in his cheek, he couldn't help stretching out his hand, and put it next to his cheek.

"Hiss, it hurts! Ever since I became an undead, I no longer feel pain. What's the matter with this pain?"

The pain on the face is not physical pain, if you have to compare it, it's like a slap on the soul.

This pain will not completely disappear because of his body's immortality, but reminds him from time to time, the result of what he suffered before.

"My prey has escaped?"

"You slapped me before you ran?"

"This is... this is a great shame... a great shame..."

"Damn woman, I want to show you what real fear is!"

Berek finally came to his senses. After all, he let the woman run away. Not only did he run away, but he also left him with a very strange pain.

That woman not only despised his existence from the bottom of her heart, but also despised him in behavior.

He is Berek, the soul of the dead, the king of the undead!

The tall figure came out from the corner of the street. In the trading market with people coming and going, no one paid attention to his arrival at this time.

Berek carefully collected the breath of death into his body, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again.

"Damn woman, this is just the beginning. I can feel that your breath is still in this bustling city!"

"This time, I decided to have fun with you!"

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And Xiang Ye, who had already left the trading market, didn't know what happened behind him.

To him, this is just a small matter that is not worthy of praise.

After accompanying Xiaocheng to visit the not-so-big trading market, he came to the previous residence of the Moon Hermit Goddess, the Temple of the Moon Hermit.

The ruins of the temple had already been cleaned up at this time, and one after another new Taoist temples rose from the ruins of the temple, and groups of residents of New Mora City walked into them one by one with a pious heart.

The best sellers in incense stores are always candles and lemurs, and even the special paper money has been promoted by the New Mora City Hall, which has the advantage of being a latecomer.

Various gods called elementalists in the hall...

Uh, Taoist!

Xiang Ye saw many familiar faces being enshrined in the hall, and this strange feeling lingered in his mind.

"Do you think this will work?"

Xiang Ye glanced at the statues on the main hall. The supernatural beings in the Qilin District are still very good at spreading new beliefs.

A long time ago, the host of Huangshan Temple gave a good lesson to all the abilities in Jiangnan City. Even under the influence of modern technology, a large number of citizens would flock to the temple.

Not to mention the ordinary residents of New Mora City who have not yet been baptized.

Xinchen's strategies all grasp the pain points most needed by these residents and satisfy their needs.

So this new **** that fits their needs quickly spread.

"The King of Jiangnan doesn't care who these people believe in. What he needs is to cut off the transmission of the belief of the Moon Goddess, and reduce the strength of the Moon Goddess as much as possible."

"Besides, with regard to the new abilities, we have to find ways to show them in New Mora City."

"Of course, the most important thing is that the existence of faith is more conducive to the spread of other cities."

Regarding Xiang Ye's question, Xiaocheng quickly explained it in his mind.

Regardless of whether this road works or not, the blow to the Moon Hermit Goddess is extremely serious.

As long as it is in the interests of Qilin District, no matter how unreasonable their behavior is, it is worth doing.

After revisiting the old place for a while, Xiang Ye planned to leave here, but when he turned a street corner, a familiar figure appeared in front of Xiang Ye again.

"why is it you again!"

Xiang Ye raised his head and looked at the tall figure who had been knocked unconscious by his palm a few days ago. This guy reappeared in front of his eyes like brown sugar.

The pale face was still full of excited smiles, and the widened eyes seemed to be waiting for a long time, and Xiang Ye turned around and walked away for a while.

"Jie Jie Jie... Dear miss, we meet again!"

"The last time we met was three days ago, I spent a lot of effort to find you..."

Berek jumped up to Xiang Ye with one stride, looking at the familiar figure in front of him, his pale skin already had some abnormal blush due to excitement.

In order to find this woman, he didn't do anything, but followed her scent and rushed all the way.

Fortunately, this woman did not leave the city, otherwise if the distance was too far away, he would never be able to find her again.

"Due to some minor accidents, there was a delay. But this time, let me see where you are going!"

The evil and maniacal smile distorted Berek's face. As the king of the undead, he had to start with this goal when he chose a goal.

I said to use her death as the beginning, so I have to use her death as the beginning.

Although he is not a real god, his words and deeds follow his inner will.

"He's coming again, what should I do? Continue to knock him out?"

Xiang Ye looked at the person in front of him boredly. This guy came to harass him for the second time. Isn't the previous lesson not enough?

Asking Jiang Xiaocheng in his mind, Xiang Ye turned his head and looked around.

This is a road leading to the city hall. Since civilians dare not get too close to it, there are not many passers-by walking along the way.

They hurried to various Taoist temples with incense sticks, and no one paid attention to what happened here.

"Knock him out, he's so annoying."

Jiang Xiaocheng has no intention of teasing him at this time, and now she just wants to go to the city hall and ask the people in the city hall to arrange a place for her father so that he can rest.

"Um!"

Xiang Ye nodded, then raised his hand.

"Damn woman, I want your body..."

"Snapped!"

There was another crisp sound, and Xiang Ye didn't bother to listen to what Berek was saying this time, so he waved his hand and patted it.

A strange force spread directly from the pain that hadn't disappeared on his face, and Berek was sent flying again before he could react.

But this time, Xiang Ye didn't hit hard. Berek didn't fall into a coma after his nearly two-meter-long body was blown away by that force. Instead, he rolled on the ground dozens of times before getting up again.

"you!"

Berek covered his cheeks in shock and anger.

He didn't expect that he would be slapped away by this woman again. The woman in front of him doesn't have any divine power in her body, it's just the palm of a mortal, how can she do this?

But soon, Berek's brain was filled with anger rising in his chest.

Once again, this woman ignored her again, and slapped him nakedly in public.

He was Berek, the soul of the dead, even if he was a real god, he would not humiliate him like this.

"Ah, you...I want your body..."

"Snapped!"

Another palm print appeared on Berek's cheek, directly interrupting the second half of what he was about to say.

The strange power was like a pervasive worm, and the pain from the cheek instantly spread to the whole body.

"Speaking disrespectfully!"

Xiang Ye glared at Berek, turned around and left without looking at him again.

As if looking at him more than once would dirty her eyes.

Berek choked for breath, and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

"I... I'm not her match?"

"No...she's just a mortal, how could I not be her match?"

When the woman's figure disappeared at the end of the road, Berek, who was lying on the ground, stood up again.

He stared at the distant figure, and he couldn't believe that he was not the woman's match.

If the first time is an accident and you don't know the situation, it's understandable.

But the same thing happened the second time, and the third time...

Berek completely calmed down at this moment, and he recalled all the details of meeting that woman.

She was not afraid of the breath of the dead emanating from his body, she took the initiative to enter the corner of the street, just to wait for his arrival, when she slapped her palm, he couldn't even see the swaying palm...

The palm without any divine power seems to have the power of a thousand pounds at this time. A slap can directly stop him from thinking, and even feel afraid of the soul of the dead hidden under this body...

Who is she? What is her background?

Berek stared at the end of the road. He knew the location very well. The City Lord's Mansion of New Mora City had a strange name to the outside world, the City Hall of New Mora City.

"Is this a believer of those false gods? Hehehe, it seems that the false **** is not as bad as the moon goddess said."

"However, after all, I received a gift from the Moon Goddess, so I will still come to you!"

"At that time, not only will I completely imprison your soul in the Jedi of Death, but I will also pollute your soul with the most vicious water of corrosion."

"Let you cry and suffer every day!"

Berek completely hated that woman, not only for the mission assigned by the Moon Goddess, but also for the humiliation she brought.

As the soul of the dead, he will definitely return with revenge.