The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady - Chapter 1790

Chapter 1790

The construction of the buildings here was very similar to that of human cities. Shen Yanxiao even saw small shops similar to human shops.

With a fresh mind, Shen Yanxiao strolled around the city of the undead.

She had to say, you really would not know if you did not see it for yourself; this was indeed startling!

The way of life of the undead was exactly the same as that of human beings.

There was no shortage of clothes, food, shelter, or transport. All clothing shops sold the same black and gray cloaks, as well as the iconic big black cloak.

Shen Yanxiao felt curious. Why was there an inn in the city of the undead, this one mystical existence?

The currency the undead used in business transactions was not the gold coin of human society, but the bone coin.

As the name implied, it was money made from bones.

It also had an incomparably hideous skull mark on it.

While Shen Yanxiao was conducting a brutal and unfeeling survey on the life of the undead, a riot broke out among a group of them.

Shen Yanxiao quickly sped over to that place and squeezed in, through a pile of low undead. In the middle of this crowd of undead, three high undead were entangled.

Two of them seemed to be adversaries that could not live under the same sky, while the other high undead strived to pull apart his two entangled companions.

“Uther, you should stop before going too far!” One of the high undead escaped from his opponent’s fist, and a bruise on his whitish gray face was obvious.

As soon as Shen Yanxiao saw him, she was instantly happy.

They were indeed enemies on a narrow road. Wasn’t this the first high undead who was beaten violently by Vermillion Bird and Taotie when they started to work?

The high undead named Uther was obviously one head taller than Zela. He was strong and looked just like a st.u.r.dy stone wall. He glared angrily at Zela who had been beaten so miserably, and if it had not been for the other high undead behind him, firmly holding him by the waist, he would have pounced on Zela already.

“Zela! You b.a.s.t.a.r.d! If it weren’t for a scoundrel like you, I, your father, would not have lost so many men. You b.a.s.t.a.r.d! I knew you didn’t have good intentions!” Uther brandished his fist once again, he hated that he could not swallow Zela alive.

Although Zela was a high undead, his strength was not so good amongst the high undead. At least, in the face of the strong Uther, he could only allow himself to be beaten pa.s.sively.

“Uther, you’re saying this now? When I told you there were two mutant dragons, who was the hot-blooded soldier who wanted to capture them? I was kind enough to tell you where they were. But your men had no ability to capture them, so you now blame me instead.” Zela, having been beaten, was naturally furious. But he really did not dare go forward and fight Uther. He could only step back and argue noisily.

Uther and Zela were both high undead. They used to lead teams to search for dragons in Hidden Dragon Continent. When Zela encountered the two mutant dragons and escaped afterwards, the first undead he met was Uther.

The relations.h.i.+p between the two sides had always been poor. Uther’s strength was so tyrannical that he was quite favored by Sal, which made Zela rather envious. Therefore, when he saw Uther that time, Zela talked about the two mutant dragons he had encountered, adding oil and vinegar[1] and encouraging Uther to lead his troops to pursue and kill the two dragons. As a result, Uther rushed forward full of joy, but was completely beaten in the end. Half of his undead men died. Even the dragons he caught back had been lost.

Uther simply hated Zela, who was hiding his evil intentions. So as soon as he came out of Sal’s room, Uther caught Zela and beat him violently.

[1] adding details while telling a story