A guy who forgets his principles for the sake of beauty

Chapter 57 A guy who forgets his principles for the sake of beauty

The villagers were divided, with some stubborn people determined not to go anywhere.

As an outsider, Gojo Satoru didn't bother getting involved in the village's affairs and simply watched quietly.

Of the village's hundred residents, only about thirty were willing to leave, and most of them were young people.

Seeing so many people left in the village, Xie Sang couldn't help but sigh.

Su Xiaoluo was still trying to persuade them, but those people just urged them to leave quickly.

With no other choice, the group of more than thirty people had no choice but to pack their bags and set off for the ancient capital.

These people were also carrying a crop that looked extremely similar to garlic, but was completely black.

This thing is called gray garlic, one of the few plants that can grow in undead soil. It is said to be able to conceal the life force within them so that they can be detected by the undead.

Mo Fan and Zhang Xiaohou, driven by curiosity, asked Su Xiaoluo for a piece to try. After eating it, their expressions turned extremely ferocious.

Originally, Wu Tiao Wu wanted to try it, but seeing the pained expressions on their faces, he immediately refused to taste what might be extremely unpalatable, no matter how much Mo Fan tempted him.

The life force of a group of thirty people should have easily attracted the attention of the undead, but it seemed that the gray garlic had actually worked to cover up their life force.

Although Gojo Satoru didn't eat, his aura could be completely concealed through his six eyes.

During this season, the days are short and the nights are long, and the villagers are in good physical condition, so they can walk quite a distance in a single day.

Everyone was safe during the day, so we were quite relaxed as we walked. But after 3 p.m., a strange gloom began to hang over us, and as time went on, we became more and more anxious.

"Let's take this road," Village Chief Xie Sang said to the leaders, Gojo Satoru and Mo Fan.

"Is this a faster route?" Mo Fan glanced at the map and realized that they had to take a detour.

"Don't be fooled by the fact that it's a straight line; it takes quite a bit of time to complete," said Village Chief Xie Sang.

"This guy knows this place better, let's listen to him," Gojo Satoru said calmly.

Mo Fan nodded and continued on the route pointed out by Village Chief Xie Sang.

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The night passed peacefully, and the spirits on the road showed no reaction to such a large group of people.

There were no threats at night, and as dawn broke, the gloom in their hearts dissipated. After a short rest, they continued their journey, hoping to reach the ancient capital as soon as possible.

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After nightfall, everyone was still safe and sound.

After spending the night there, they would be very close to the ancient capital, and presumably they would be able to reach the vicinity of the ancient capital within the next day.

"It's dawn! It's dawn! Cheer up, we won't rest anymore. We should be able to reach the ancient capital before dark today!" A young villager shouted, waking everyone up.

"Hong Jun, you've been studying magic for several years now. When we get to the ancient capital, will you be able to find a place for everyone to stay?" a villager asked with a smile.

"Don't worry, don't worry!" Hong Jun patted his chest, as if to say, "Leave this to me."

After a few words, the villagers all had a smile on their faces.

Having safely passed through both nights, and knowing they could complete the rest of the journey by this day, they felt they no longer needed to worry so much.

Because it was daytime, everyone was scattered. Gojo Satoru and Mo Fan stood at the front and back of the group respectively in case the undead suddenly appeared...

The villagers chatted incessantly along the way, making Gojo Mofan seem like a bodyguard in comparison.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!"

As they walked, several undead suddenly appeared at the rear of the group. Mo Fan, who had been on guard, threw a level 4 fireball at them.

"Aaaaaah!!"

Another scream rang out, and suddenly a ghost emerged from the loose soil on the left.

This scene did not escape Gojo Satoru's eyes. Just as the undead was about to make a move, it was turned into blood by a blue ball.

One undead after another appeared during the day, terrifying the villagers so much that they ran in panic. If Gojo Satoru hadn't been quick enough to kill them, many of them would have died.

"Stay where you are!"

A single, cold sentence silenced the villagers who still wanted to run away.

A figure in pure white, untouched by a speck of dust, darted through the dozen or so undead in an instant, turning them into blood in the blink of an eye.

After dealing with these undead, Gojo Satoru continued to accompany Mo Fan as he led the group back to the ancient capital.

As we walked, it grew darker, but fortunately, the majestic city wall, shrouded in the afternoon clouds, gradually came into view on the horizon.

The group quickened their pace and entered the ancient city walls. When they reached the city gate, a group of mages in military uniforms were guarding it.

"Are you from Huacun Village in Weiju?" The guard mage looked at them with suspicion.

"Yes, yes, I am the village chief." Village chief Xie Sang immediately took out a seal, which clearly indicated his identity as the village chief of Weiju Village.

"Everyone in town has been talking about you people from Weiju Village lately," another young guard said.

"What are you talking about us for?" Hong Jun looked at them with a puzzled expression.

The guard captain pursed his lips and casually handed the village chief a copy of today's morning newspaper.

Village Chief Xie Sang picked it up and immediately noticed a striking headline!

"Six villages in the Xianchi area were completely massacred by the spirits of the dead, with very few survivors!"

Village chief Xie Sang was dumbfounded. He originally thought that only their Hua Village had been attacked by the undead, but he did not expect that the other villages had been completely slaughtered by the undead.

Neither Gojo Satoru nor Mo Fan had any interest in continuing to muddy the waters of these villages. After entering the city, they wanted to take Zhang Xiaohou to the military for treatment.

The main problem is that Wu Tiao Wu doesn't understand what's in Zhang Xiaohou's mind, and haphazard treatment might backfire.

But who would have thought that Zhang Xiaohou would stay nowhere and just follow Su Xiaoluo around, just like a little kid who needs his mother's protection.

Mo Fan couldn't do anything with Zhang Xiaohou. Originally, Gojo Satoru wanted to knock the simpleton unconscious, but due to a series of external factors, he could only settle for letting Su Xiaoluo take Zhang Xiaohou away.

Wu Tiao Wu and Mo Fan went to the military region to inform Zhang Xiaohou's superior, only to find that the superior was not currently in the military region.

Mo Fan wouldn't feel at ease until Zhang Xiaohou was properly settled, so Wu Tiaowu had plenty of time to wait with Mo Fan.

"Where are we going?" Gojo Satoru asked, leaning on Mo Fan's shoulder, looking bored.

I've been in the ancient capital for several days now, and all I've done is kill undead or go on my way to kill undead. It's incredibly boring.

"How about we go meet my fellow townsman?" Mo Fan suddenly asked, raising an eyebrow.

He suddenly remembered that his old high school classmates, Mu Bai and Zhao Kunsan, were also in this city.

"You have fellow villagers here?" Gojo Satoru asked with a curious look.

"My hometown suffered a disaster back then, and I estimate that there are people from my hometown in several cities now," Mo Fan explained calmly.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up..." Gojo Satoru said apologetically.

"It's nothing." Mo Fan waved his hand to indicate that he didn't care anymore, then asked with a smile, "Wu, are you going?"

"You go by yourself, I want to go and eat some local delicacies in the ancient capital," Gojo Satoru said with a smile, politely declining.

"All right."

"Call me if you need anything."

After saying that, Gojo Satoru and Mo Fan parted ways on different streets.

(End of this chapter)