Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

"Try to peek again and I'll dig your eye out!" snapped A Xing when he saw Shorty's lewd acts.

"Who's peeking? I'm just feeling a bit tired. By the way, that was such a close call, I thought we were done for!" Shorty sat on the ground, as if he was trying to imply that it was not worth it to go so far just for the money.

"It wasn't supposed to be that bad, but the rain delayed the daylight," said Mo Fan.

Not only was the Giant Corpse General powerful, it was also able to summon zombies to attack them. He initially thought they had a chance to eliminate the enormous creature, yet they were so close to being overwhelmed by the zombie horde!

The Land of the Undead was indeed terrifying. Even with their team's strength, they were almost wiped out by the undead!

"We shouldn't risk it since it's still raining. The Ash Garlic isn't working," said the muscular man sternly.

"We can't simply hide here if the rain somehow doesn't stop anytime soon?" said Mo Fan.

"We should still wait for a while… right, those who are hurt should treat their wounds now, even if it's only a little scratch. Those zombies are poisonous, the wounds will fester in a few hours!" said the experienced Shorty.

"Do we seriously have to wait until they are done changing? We're all grown-ups, let's just change here. The cold is bothering me," suggested Mo Fan.

Everyone agreed with Mo Fan. They quickly took off their clothes and took out fresh clothes from the airtight packages in their bags.

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The crackling from the bonfire was the only sound in the cave. Everyone was fairly tired from the epic battle. After treating their wounds and changing into dry clothes, they all laid down on some dry grass to rest up. Everyone was too tired to speak.

Meng'e had put on a new veil. It was a charming purple this time, concealing her attractive face.

"What are you doing here in the Land of the Undead?" asked Mo Fan.

Meng'e blinked and said softly with a faint smile, "We've got an uncooperative associate here, so we're here to talk to him."

"Oh, what organization are you from?" asked Mo Fan.

"Parthenon."

"I think I've heard of it before." Mo Fan fell into deep thought.

"Mm, it's quite famous," Meng'e nodded.

"Don't tell me you're a saintess, goddess, princess or something like that I've seen a lot of them on the TV, who cover their face and dress up in casual clothes to visit the commoners?" Mo Fan asked with a smile.

Meng'e was not the icy type. Even though her temperament felt like she was above the common populace, she was still willing to answer his questions.

The woman smiled and shook her head when she heard Mo Fan's wild speculation, "I'm not that sacred. Hiding my face is only my personal preference, I think the veil is pretty."

"Our country's air quality isn't great… wearing a veil won't make any difference, even a mask is useless," said Mo Fan.

Meng'e giggled softly. Her voice, holding a mix of charm and sanctity, echoed in the cave.

Shorty sat on the side, watching Mo Fan teasing Meng'e with a dull expression.

He finally ran out of patience, pulling Mo Fan to the side and whispering, "Brother, it's I who found the woman first. Shouldn't you behave yourself?"

"Brother, are you seriously stopping me when you're trying to put up an act?" responded Mo Fan mercilessly.

Meng'e was fairly attractive, and together with her mysterious identity, why would a normal man like Mo Fan not have the right to communicate with her. It was obvious that the woman did enjoy chatting with an Eastern man who was both handsome and knowledgeable, like him!

"You've brought one yourself. You should look after her feelings instead. Can't you leave Meng'e to me?" whispered Shorty.

"Idiot, who would complain about having too many girls? It's quite a journey for her to travel all the way here to China, I should let her experience the charm and humor of a Chinese man!" shot back Mo Fan.

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The rain poured down heavily. Hua Village looked blurry in the rain.

Gray sky, gray land, and a lonely village standing between the sky and the ground. All the colors it had were washed away by the rain.

However, even though the village was quite old, the wooden logs were constructed skillfully, able to withstand the wet and the icy wind. Each structure, whether it was a big compound with a front yard, or so small that it only had a single room, was incredibly warm once the furnace inside was lit.

"Stupid, why did you insist on plucking them when it's raining? Look at yourself, hurry in and dry yourself..." a young girl around the age of twenty stood under the roof, stomping her foot. Her face was red, either from the blame or feeling shy.

In the rain, a skinny young man wearing a smile approached the entrance. He seemed hesitant to enter the house, as he was afraid that the mud on him would make the place dirty.

"Come on in, you're going to get sick from the cold. You were in such bad shape before, too!" Su Xiaoluo dragged the young man into the house and quickly took his clothes off. As the man's shoulders and the shocking scars on his chest were exposed, the girl stomped the ground again and murmured, "Do it yourself; I've been looking after you for quite some time. It's not like I've not seen your naked body before!"

The skinny young man rubbed his head and let out an awkward smile.

The man quickly changed into some fresh clothes. Even though they were all made of sackcloth, they were very warm.

"These herbs are enough," she sighed. "The plague around Xianchi is becoming more severe. The rain is speeding up the rate of it spreading, too. A few villages are already contaminated. Adults are still able to last quite some time, but the kids and the old folks are suffering greatly. Their bodies are a lot weaker... I won't be looking after you now, I have to prepare the medicine," Su Xiaoluo smiled at the young man and went into another room to prepare the herbs.

The skinny young man sat beside the furnace and gave her a smile.

Su Xiaoluo giggled and said, "Is smiling all you can do? You should try your best to remember who you are instead, you can't live at my house for so long, the others would...would misunderstand it..." Su Xiaoluo's voice became softer, as she felt rather embarrassed when saying that.

"Forget it, try and think about your past here."

Su Xiaoluo turned around and walked toward the exit. However, after taking a few steps, she turned back and glanced at the shocking scar on the back of the young man's head and uttered a sigh.

She had no idea what the man had gone through. The man was covered in wounds when she first saved him, but what shocked her the most was the blow to his head, which had almost cracked his skull open!

He was lucky enough to stumble into her, as she was a doctor. Otherwise, he would be dead by now!