Who Was the Living Dead?

Limping Leg scream pierced everyone's ears, dragging them from their sleep.

Even Hu Liena and the old man, who were on night watch, looked at each other in bewilderment.

No way!

There was no movement at night!

How could this be...?

The boss was the last to be woken up.

He rubbed his eyes and mumbled a curse.

But when he sensed the disappearance of the One-Eye's breath, he was stunned.

Immediately, the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Although the movement was very small, it was still visible to the Limping Leg.

"You fucking laugh?!" he limped, his voice shrill. "You fucking actually laugh!"

"The One-Eye boss is dead! You only have two capable fighters left!"

"You didn't utter a sound when Xiao Wang died, but you're still laughing when the One-Eye brother is in trouble!"

The boss's face froze, his smile instantly wiped away by cold sweat. "I didn't—"

"Do you think we're blind?!" The Limping Leg rushed up to his boss and slapped him across the face.

"I think you're the [Living Dead]!"

The boss stared in disbelief, rubbing his throbbing cheek, "I didn't!"

"Schadenfreude! If you had any human compassion, you shouldn't be laughing!" the Limping Leg glared.

His boss felt dizzy, and everyone's gaze became like nails, pinning him to the spot.

Suddenly, it pointed at the old man and Hu Liena!

"Then tell me! Who is most likely to kill?"

"They were the two on night watch! They were the two who stayed awake all night!"

"If the Living Dead wanted to make a move, besides those two, who else could kill without leaving a trace?"

The spearhead shifted in an instant.

Before the old man could speak, Qian Renxue defended him, "Yershenkov couldn't possibly be like that."

"He's always loved and cared for me since I was little, and he watched me grow up with my grandfather. How could it be him?"

"It won't be the saintess either. Although I have a grudge against her, she's not that kind of person."

The superior was speechless, then gritted his teeth, "Your Highness, are you still covering for her even now?"

"If you ask me, Xie Yue is also a suspect!"

"Isn't he dead? Does that mean he's killing people in order to be resurrected?"

"She stopped the burning of Xie Yue's body; she's an accomplice!"

Hu Liena's face turned deathly pale.

She wanted to argue, but losing her brother and staying up all night had left her in a state of confusion.

Xie Yue was her brother; how could she bear to let someone burn his body in front of her?

But to the other person, these words were nothing more than an excuse.

Besides, her brother died from his injuries, unlike Xiao Wang who was cursed for no reason.

"You—" Her eyes were bloodshot, "You have no right to mention my brother."

The superior frowned. "Your Saintess Hall, I wasn't targeting you."

"But think about it, Xie Yue is indeed dead, and now we can't find Living Dead."

"Isn't it even remotely related?"

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Ye Hua finally spoke.

Whether or not Xie Yue's body is burned is up to me.

"There's no reason needed. I said I won't burn it, and I won't."

The boss was dumbfounded, his face turning a deep shade of liver.

He has a million reasons to refute this!

But they didn't dare to talk back!

"Qilin," the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm spoke in the Sea of Consciousness, "This doesn't seem like you."

"Are you perhaps afraid of upsetting the little girl?"

Ye Hua shook his head. "Brother Sky Dream, what you need to do now is to cultivate your spirit."

"We may be facing an unprecedentedly fierce battle."

"Even in the Far North Forest, fighting against the three Demigod of the Abyss?"

"Right."

The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm remained silent.

Put away the joking tone and become serious.

Rumble!

Darkness surged.

The safe zone has been compressed again.

The power of the Golden Dragon King's Spirit Bone pierced through the thinning darkness.

Everyone instinctively gravitated towards the center.

Hu Liena gasped!

For no apparent reason, she felt the Soul Power in the air disappear!

Others shared the same feeling, as if they had all become stranded fish.

"This is bad!" Hu Liena's pupils contracted. "Our Soul Power is dwindling with every bit we use, and we can't replenish it at all!"

Bai Chenxiang is the weakest, with the least reserve of Soul Power. "Then, what should we do?"

"There's no other way," Qian Renxue said gravely, "We have to find Leng Yue before our Soul Power runs out."

"Only by killing him can we break through the darkness. Now, we must advance by any means necessary!"

She spoke with certainty, and people nodded in agreement.

There is no turning back now.

Ye Hua shook his head. "I think we might have been misled."

"Leng Yue is right, one person must be killed every night. Who will be the one to do it?"

"The Living Dead? The Leng Yue? Or darkness? The rules?"

Upon hearing this, the old man was the first to come to his senses.

"Then finding the Living Dead will only be more difficult."

"He doesn't need to lift a finger; just his silence can kill us all!"

Silence is heavier than darkness, weighing down on everyone's shoulders.

"Emotionally speaking," Hu Liena smiled wryly, "I'd rather I hadn't heard it."

The procession continued forward.

Regardless of sunrise or sunset, physical sensation remains the standard.

When you're exhausted, night falls.

"Here tonight."

The campfire was relit.

With fewer people sitting around, the safe zone became narrower.

"I'll keep watch tonight," Ye Hua suddenly said.

This undoubtedly drew opposition.

"No," Hu Liena said, her lips moving slightly. "I'll keep watch tonight."

"You've been fighting against the darkness for so long, it's exhausting enough!"

Bai Chenxiang also raised her hand, though her wrist was trembling, "I... I can too--"

"No," Ye Hua interrupted them, his tone leaving no room for argument, "I'll keep watch tonight."

"We still have to travel tomorrow—" Hu Liena said anxiously.

"Your Soul Power is being used up the most," Bai Chenxiang said.

Ye Hua raised his hand, signaling them to stop talking.

No one expected that Ye Hua would personally take the night watch.

Given his hard work and status, no one would ask him to do that.

Qian Renxue immediately stood up. "I'll stay with you."

"To ensure you get some rest, we'll work in shifts; I'll take over the second half of the night."

Compared to staying up all night, forcing yourself to stay up without enough sleep is obviously more painful.

Ye Hua turned to look at her.

"You need to rest," Qian Renxue insisted. "Let me help you."

Ye Hua sized up Qian Renxue for a moment, his lips twitching almost imperceptibly. "Alright."

After the first half of the night, Qian Renxue took over the shift.

Ye Hua leaned back against the tree trunk and closed his eyes to rest.

The campfire flickered, flames licking the firewood, making a soft crackling sound.

Some people turned over, while others murmured in a daze.

The dream returned.