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Chapter five hundred and seventy-four simple folk customs of the far south

"Damn it, how could the 'death knell' ring at this time?" After hearing the bell again, a five-person survivor team ran into a cleaned warehouse nearby in panic.

Although the last person slowed down as much as possible when the door was closed, the door that was unattended still made a lot of noise.

"Do you want to kill us? Noor?" The leader was wearing a businessman's costume, his patterns were covered with dried blood, and he could hardly see his true colors.

He lowered his voice and looked at the thin man who was closing the door, and said viciously: "If an immortal person comes to block the door, you will be the last one to leave!"

The thin man named Nuer, with a pale face, swallowed his saliva hard, and nodded stiffly: "I understand."

Several other survivors also looked at the thin man with disgust. Making mistakes is equivalent to death.

No one wants to take his own life because of other people’s mistakes.

They were scouts drawn out from the Steel Walker Camp this morning. The middle-aged man in charge was Scott. He used to be the leader of a small caravan. After saving enough money, he settled in Fengxi Castle.

Years of experience in traveling around the world have made him braver and more flexible than others.

Scott was one of the first scouts to go out. In order to increase the coverage area as much as possible and expand the search range, the rule set by the Steel Walker Camp is that scouts are not allowed to form teams.

However, this ban is just a piece of paper outside the camp, and no one will really abide by it, and even the superiors will not really hold them accountable.

So Scott hid in the hut not far away, looking at the scouts coming out of the same direction. When he met what he felt was appropriate, he would invite the other party to act together to increase his survival rate.

Scott even considered that if these temporary teammates were still very good, he would take them to apply for a fixed team and join the search team.

Among the five-person small team, except Scott himself, three of them were selected by him. He looked very smart and powerful. Only this Noor met halfway.

If it weren't for his sharing that he had found a cellar where he stored dried vegetables, Scott wouldn't want to bring such a bottle of oil.

Scott looked out carefully through the gaps in the door.

At the highest point of the city is a bell tower, which was originally built to demonstrate the metal casting process of Fengxi Castle, and an extremely huge iron bell was placed on it.

After the disaster, the big iron bell somehow came alive.

Some survivors said that a circle of eyes had grown on the surface of the iron clock, and some people promised it that the hollow iron clock had been filled with human corpses, but now the mouth of the clock is a big mouth, and it has to swallow a caught survivor every day.

That big iron bell is also called the death knives.

Scott had never seen the real appearance of the bell. Although it was hung at the highest point of the Lord of the Wind Breath Castle, the mortal vision was even more stupid and could not see the details.

He didn't believe what these ordinary people were saying, but in the days in the Steel Walker Camp, he remembered one thing that when the death knell rang, it was time for everyone to fight for their own lives.

Most of the time, the "Death Knives" will think of an ordinary iron bell and keep quiet, but once the "Death Knives" sound, the undead in the entire Wind Breath Castle will briefly recover their minds.

This does not mean that the human nature of those undead people also returns to the corpse with their minds. At this time, the undead people will become stronger, faster, and more importantly, they will become as smart as humans.

They can even speak and communicate with other familiar undead people, just as their lives are still the same as before, and nothing has changed.

If, at this moment, you accidentally meet an undead person who knew you before, Scott is unwilling to recall that scene.

The 'death knell' never rang in the morning. This is the rule of the survivors by observing the summary, and it is always quiet before the aristocrats' wake-up time.

So the scouts will take this time to search for supplies and find other survivors.

But this rule was broken today, and the "death knell" roared in the morning, representing death.

"Do!...do!..."

"I heard the sound of the door closing here before!" A rough female voice suddenly appeared outside the gate, making Scott's cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes.

"Maybe you just heard it wrong, you didn't even have ears, how could you listen?" Another man's voice mocked the woman who was talking before.

"If you hadn't eaten my ears, how could I have no ears! I'd heard it!" The woman's voice became extremely sharp: "I want to eat meat, and I'm almost greedy! Give me meat!"

"Don't worry, we will find meat." The man's voice comforted the woman: "This is a trade zone, maybe that warehouse is full of meat!"

"You always have an idea, I'll listen to you." An old voice suddenly joined the conversation.

This made Scott feel his calves start to cramp. He turned his head and glanced at his temporary teammates behind him, and found that their performance didn't have to be much better.

They all trembled in the corner, their faces were pale, and one of them was already kneeling on the ground, clasped his hands and prayed silently.

However, Noor, who Scott has always looked down upon, seemed similar to before. Although he was a little timid, he held the sharp knife in his hand tightly.

Scott looked around and found that the damn warehouse was not large in size and stored unprocessed iron ore, and there was not even an air-permeable window. He couldn't help but sigh that his luck was a bit bad.

Now I can only pray that these undead people will not discover themselves. Scott has seen the speed of these undead people in this state, and it is impossible for them to escape the pursuit of the undead people.

However, the Wind Snack Castle has been assigned to its territory by the Chaos Evil God, and the gods in the sky obviously cannot bless these survivors.

The door was suddenly pulled open from outside, and the huge force directly pulled the entire door from the door frame!

"I just said that some warehouses may be full of meat!" A tall undead man stood at the door, and Scott suffocated was that the other party had three heads!

An adult man's head grew where he was supposed to be, an old man's head grew out of his chest, and his neck hung upside down on his chest as if he had no muscles, swaying constantly with the movements of the undead.
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