Chapter 527
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
Prior to this, Zhang Xiaohou never thought nightfall would be so dreadful . As the sun slowly set on the horizon, the remaining peace in his heart was dissipating at the same rate/ A great fear loomed over the vast land . . .
"It's . . . it's dark again," someone among the group had to say . Everyone felt their legs weakening for a second, as if countless filthy claws had suddenly grabbed onto them .
"Let's hope that we were just unlucky last time, finding ourselves close to a burial pit," murmured Shi Shaoju .
"Brace yourselves; I don't want us to be ambushed again like last time," warned Qin Hu .
The mountains in the south were very tall, like a giant black dragon lying across the land on their left, covering a distance of a few kilometers . . .
The group departed straight to the west . The sun was like the hour hand of a clock, serving as a timer . Its brilliance was red, like the color of blood, scattered across the mountains in the distance, and on the black soil the group was stepping on .
Darkness had already filled the place behind them, as if there was no turning back from this point onward . The smell of rotting flesh and the dead lingered in the air .
The group still remembered when they first set foot onto this land, they were still joking around and laughing, not treating the Undead seriously . However, none of them were speaking along the way now . Their footsteps felt heavier, and their hearts began to race all of a sudden .
"Will the trick that the chief told us actually work?" Wang Tong asked uneasily .
The chief had told the group that the Undead did not rely on their vision to track their prey . Some of the zombies' heads were completely smashed, leaving them with no eyes . However, they could capture the scent of any living thing . . .
The Undead had extremely bad vision, especially the low-grade ones, but whenever something alive walked past, every Undead within a few hundred meters would be attracted . It was because they were able to capture the scent of the living .
Places filled with the Undead lingered with a deathly aura . Even their breath held the scent of death .
The breath blown out by a living thing was alive . Science said the majority of it consisted of carbon dioxide .
The Undead had bad vision and average hearing, yet due to the scent of death, they could easily smell any living thing within a few hundred meters . The scent of something alive was like a plate of delicacies to them . They could smell it from a great distance away . . .
The Undead were always starving, and a living thing always needed to breathe . As a result, the Undead nearby would simply follow the 'pleasant aroma' to their next meal .
The only way to avoid the Undead was to deal with the problem of breathing .
Servant-class Undead lacked intelligence, hence as long as a human concealed their breathing or slightly modified it, it was difficult for the Undead to locate them .
As for the Warrior-level Undead, their senses of smell and hearing were a lot stronger, with average vision . Therefore, if they stumbled into a Warrior-level creature, not only would they have to deal with their breathing, they had to be extremely still, too . . .
"This thing looks just like garlic . I wonder how bad it's going to taste," said one of the soldiers, Bi Lu .
"It's turning dark . Eat it, one each!" ordered Captain Qin Hu .
The group followed the captain's order . They quickly took out something with a shape similar to garlic, but pitch-black in color, out from their bags .
The thing was called Ash Garlic, one of the few crops that would grow in the Land of the Undead .
Its taste was a lot worse than garlic . Once they ate it, the breath they exhaled was extremely foul . However, the locals carried a few with them at all times, as a safety precaution . . .
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