Meeting Zhu Meng Again

Black clouds blanketed the sky. The icy wind cut across their faces like knives, carrying a foul stench of death that chilled them to the bone.

Su Zhe glanced down at the densely packed Undead Tide and spat irritably. "Damn it! There've been more and more undead these past few days!"

"Death energy is stronger in winter, so an increase is normal... though there do seem to be more than in previous years," Jiang Bowen mused beside him.

"Maybe trouble's coming," Zhou Sining said out of nowhere.

Su Zhe turned and glared at him. "Shut that jinxing mouth of yours, brat! What the hell are you talking about?!"

"Don't overthink it. More undead in the depths of winter is perfectly normal." Jiang Bowen also found the remark ominous.

"You two were the ones who said it wasn't like this in previous years." Zhou Sining was speechless.

"It's always like this in deep winter—undead everywhere. I was just complaining!" Su Zhe argued.

He did feel that this winter's undead population was slightly larger than in previous years, but he also hoped that was all it was.

Otherwise, if their numbers kept growing at this rate...

A gust of cold wind swept past, making every hair on Su Zhe's body stand on end. A chill buried deep in his soul shot up his spine into his brain, and horrific scenes he had only ever seen in classified footage suddenly surfaced before his eyes...

Su Zhe couldn't help slapping himself. "Damn it! I'm scaring myself!"

He stopped thinking about the classified footage used to warn Military Mages and changed the subject. "Isn't Ancient Capital Academy holding its Selection Tournament? Why aren't you preparing properly instead of coming out here?"

"Anyone with hands could handle the Selection Tournament. I had nothing to do, so