Fuck!
Li Si forcibly suppressed the urge to jump up, pull out his staff, and bombard the place with a Fireball Spell. He calmed himself and sat down by the bar.
To be honest, he was not afraid of undead.
They might be extraordinarily dangerous creatures in the eyes of ordinary people, but they posed no threat to Li Si.
Even if high-level undead such as liches or Death Knights appeared before him, as long as they were not Legendary-level, Li Si would have no problem taking them down.
But he had been having a perfectly pleasant conversation with the owner named Old Milo, only to suddenly discover that the other man was an Undead Creature. The resulting shock of that contrast left Li Si deeply astonished.
Something was wrong!
Li Si suddenly realized a problem.
How was that possible? The shop owner was no more than a meter away from him, yet he had not sensed even the slightest trace of an Undead Creature's aura.
The old man before him could not possibly be a Legendary-level undead. Otherwise, he would not have exposed such an obvious flaw in front of Li Si.
So this was the truth concealed by the illusion in the small city called Ihaileisi?
Because of the influence of a Legendary-level illusion, he had failed to sense the aura of the undead?
Li Si pondered this inwardly, his expression unchanged as he watched the old man before him.
Old Milo did not seem bothered at all. He bent down, picked up the arm that had fallen to the floor, and pressed it against the wound at his shoulder.
Before long, Old Milo let go, moved his arm around a little, and said to Li Si with a sigh:
"I really have to admit I'm getting old.