The change in the steel collar made Ange and other black knights dumbfounded. Although the spacious cement road had been built before, it has now been widened three or four times. The two lanes in both directions have become six lanes in both directions. The road is not skeletons and zombies, but cars that are running on their own.

Ange had never seen a flesh-and-blooded car, and after watching it for a long time, he couldn't understand why these cars ran by themselves. The skeleton zombies coming and going on the road were even more incomprehensible to see the black carapaces covered by their bodies.

"Captain, have we been to the wrong place? Is this a steel collar?" The black knight under his command couldn't help asking.

Ange's heart was mp, and he just wanted to roar: I know what!

But as the captain, he had to pretend to have seen the world and said: "There are great changes, with a familiar atmosphere. Pedestrians sweat one after another, and cars and horses are endless, as if they are resting in the prosperous world..."

As he spoke, Ange started singing, but he just didn't say whether it was a steel collar. If not, there was still room for maneuver to turn around.

But soon he discovered a familiar place. Cemetery No. 3 was on the dirt slope on the side of the road. There was a sign near the main road, with the general text of the mainland: Cemetery No. 3 Transportation Station.

Under the station sign, more than a dozen skeletons and zombies, as well as some low-level lichs were standing there waiting for something. These skeleton zombies were covered with defensive paint, which isolated the damage of the sun.

But as the nature of undead creatures, they still hate the sun very much. They squeezed their heads and minds in the shadow of the station sign. Those who couldn't squeeze in raised their hands to cover them in front of them, looking like they were about to be sunburned to death.

Lichs rarely have defensive costumes, because they are all revitalized and keep them alive, looking like a living person. If it weren't for the breath of soul, Ang would probably regard them as humans.

These vivid lichs were covered with cloaks, a very thin cloak that was painted with unknown things. They had different colors and patterns, but they also well isolated the damage of the sun.

Ange shook the shadow cloak on his body, and suddenly felt that he was no longer handsome.

An extra-long self-propelled car slowly drove to the stop sign and stopped, and a low voice sounded from the front of the car: "Ceurion No. 3 is here, next stop, Cemetery No. 1 station, passengers heading to Cemetery No. 1 are welcome to get on the bus."

The voice scared Ange and his black knights. One of the black knights couldn't help but turn into reality and got into the bottom of the car. He stood up in a daze after he drove away.

"Captain, this car is alive, there is a mass of flesh and blood, and a soul inside." The Black Knight said in disbelief.

Ange nodded, he could guess without getting into the bottom of the car.

What is the most important thing about an undead creature? It is not the body, not the bones, but the soul. The half-body skeleton that cut off half of the skeleton, and the zombies with only one head left can survive.

That being the case, as long as you have a soul, do you still need to care about what shape your body is?

The flesh and blood in the flesh and blood structure is a container that carries the soul. Injecting a soul can create a special shape of zombie. Margaret's flesh and blood stitching monster was an invention under this idea.

The flesh-and-blooded car is essentially a special zombie, carrying a carriage on its own, and it is not surprising that it can speak.

The Spiderman carefully packs the express delivery order, which is the certificate it uses to receive salary.

Take out a little void energy from the bottle you carry and eat it. Half spider man rested for a while, then got into the house, took out a box, carefully identified the address of the box, and came to the circle formation and jumped into the air.

"Is this the express?" Ange and the Black Knight were stunned. Space teleportation, a magic that only exists in the mouths and biography of the bard, was popularized into an ordinary cemetery? And it was used to deliver municipal supplies?

Uh, what is municipal supplies? Ange found that he couldn't understand the term, so he quickly looked at the dance. He saw that the dance had opened the box and carried a large horn with crystals from it. The middle of the crystal was empty, and a long torch-like cylinder inserted into it.

Ange looked out a piece of paper from the box and checked it there, then picked up the box and walked into the cemetery.

The Black Knights were shocked again: "Can you recognize words when you dance?" A group of people followed curiously.

Obviously yes, the dancer not only recognizes words, but also installs things, installs the crystal loudspeaker to the highest point of the cemetery, which is the dancer’s own luxurious tomb, adjusts the direction, and the dancer blows hard towards the crystal at the tail.

A ball of soul fire was blown into the crystal, and a ball of blue soul flame burned inside the hollow crystal.

Next, the dancer blew several more breaths, and then felt a little tired, so he shouted at the cemetery below. A row of skeletons burst out of the tomb and lined up to "blow" at the crystal.

The fire was high for everyone to pick up firewood, and the soul flames in the crystal became more and more vigorous. They slowly began to drive the loudspeaker, and a sound carrying the form of soul waves came from it:

"I saw His Majesty the Bone King calm and unconscious, and he didn't care about the steel knife scraping his bones. He raised his teacup and drank it all, and said, "I'll go back and I'll jump to the enemy..."

???A series of question marks popped up in Ange and others: "What the hell is this?"

"This is storytelling, it sounds nice." said Bun Di.

After ten years of development, the communication method of broadcasting has finally become popular in the gathering places of undead creatures.

There have been radios in places where smart creatures gather, such as Moticheng Triangle City, where smart creatures gather, but those are transmitted through sound. Only undead creatures that master the ability to convert sound and soul waves, or intelligent creatures with hearing, can hear them. Low-level skeletons and zombies cannot hear them.

After research and research, a new crystal horn that can release soul fluctuations has finally been invented. It can directly release soul fluctuations and allow creatures with souls to perceive.

"What a magical invention, but what's there? Let ordinary skeleton zombies hear storytelling?" Ang asked in confusion.

Advanced undead creatures, such as Ang Disco, will have voices and soul waves interchange. They can hear even ordinary sounds, and they do not need such crystal horns.

And those who need this crystal horn are low-level skeleton zombies, and they can't understand storytelling. Is it meaningful to spend so much effort to study this kind of thing?
Chapter completed!