The bright moonlight shines on the empty desert. The desert wind drives the yellow sand all year round, leaving ripples like waves on the sand. The highest point of the sand wave is huge continuous sand dunes. Under the cold moonlight, the fine sand on the dunes reflects the moonlight and flashes with silver light. At the end of the gaze, there is a tallest sand dune. In the night sky, you can vaguely see a string of black spots climbing to the top of the dune and looking down to the northeast. At night, moonlight, sand sea, travelers, this scene is like a famous painting drawn by a master named Garros many years ago, making people unable to tell whether they exist in reality or in the painting.

"Oh, Deniya gave me mercy." Following the undead's team, he climbed the dune along the gentle slope. Lina, who was ranked first, felt her vision suddenly become wider. When she saw the scene across the dune, the priest girl half opened her mouth and was surprised for a long time before she quickly drew a square on her chest, and she stuttered: "Here, here, here, here is indeed more than just the desert."

"Huh, that's true." The second Catherine who reached the top stood beside Lina on a skeleton mount, looked down with her and said, "Mr. Ghost, your world is really surprising and still looks very prosperous."

"In fact, it's not that prosperous." Although Mr. Ghost said very modestly, his tone and movements when he spoke showed his complacent: "In fact, only the capital and four towns can be considered prosperous. Places like our hometown are actually very quiet."

"What did you see?" Panis, the last team, rushed over until now. When he saw everything below, he couldn't help but be stunned. In his sight, shortly after the dunes, it was the end of the desert. The ground gradually transitioned from fine sand to large pieces of cracked soil. A little further away, there were large patches of black soil, and there was no trace of sand. There were some low brown plants growing on the cracked soil, and the outer edge of the black earth was even covered with this brown plant. Perhaps it was this brown plant that prevented the erosion of the desert.

On the edge of the black land, a village suddenly appeared in everyone's sight. The village consists of more than fifty houses, which are also bone-like, and the white bones are full of monsters under the moon. Outside the village are several large neatly cultivated fields. Most of these fields are planted with tall skeleton mushrooms, and the plants planted in other parts are different, red, gray, purple, and even white. I believe that each color represents a type of plant. Although there are more than fifty houses in the entire village, each house is not large in area, so the village is actually very small and the village is narrow.

On the narrow path, you can see skeletons and ghosts playing with each other, doing some games that the creatures cannot copy or even understand at all. There are also many skeletons working in the fields, but their way of working is quite special. To be precise, it is a mechanical work of a large group of skeletons. A few skeletons sit by the field to direct their actions, which looks like the work scene when the slavery in the human world was dominant thousands of years ago. However, the members of the adventure group have already known it since the Bone Fortress in the main world, so naturally they would not think that this is exploiting slaves.

"You can also manipulate other undeads to perform the farmland." Catherine said with a little surprise: "I thought that you could only do this more meticulous work by yourself."

"Haha, arable land is not a meticulous work. Even if you manipulate three bodies, you can complete it smoothly. However, if you are more meticulous, such as sowing, if you want to manipulate the other three bodies to do it, it will be too exhausting. It is better to do it yourself." Mr. Ghost explained patiently: "After all, it is not that easy to manipulate several bodies to complete meticulous work at the same time."

"Well, it's not easy." Catherine nodded and glanced at Vivian secretly, and found Vivian staring at him with an upright attitude, as if she had guessed that she would think of her. The Knight girl stuck out her tongue at Vivian and said with some meaning: "Those skeleton mages must have advantages."

"You said just now, three bodies?" Panis suddenly inserted it in and asked inadvertently: "Is there any restrictions on your control?"

"Of course there are limitations. The mental power of a soul is limited, and the body it controls is limited." Mr. Ghost seemed to be very confused about why Penis asked such common sense questions and replied in surprise: "Don't you know? Most undead have the limit to control three bodies. Only a very small number of people can control more than three bodies. It is said that the most powerful one can even control eight bodies."

"Well, of course we can't know." Panis said helplessly: "But I heard that you can control the undead without limits, tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands."

"Ah, it's okay to slightly affect their behavior, but it's impossible to control it accurately." Mr. Ghost shook his head vigorously and said, "It is said that it could indeed be done that way a while ago, but later the master said that this was not good, so everyone lost this ability. Although I don't particularly understand why the master thinks this is not good, since the master said this, it must be right. The master must be for our own good."

"Ha, it's really for your own good." Panis rubbed his chin and said with a smile: "I think you will understand one day."

"It seems that the adult has been working hard." Catherine also said meaningfully: "Since then, we have been preparing for the coexistence of both sides."

"However, I'm very strange about a question." Panis asked: "We have been here for more than a day, so why haven't we encountered those wandering undeads? It's said that the death energy here is so abundant. Apart from you, there should be many undeads without self-consciousness. Where are they now?"

"The wandering undead?" Mr. Ghost asked in confusion, "What wandering undead?"

"Huh?" The other party's reaction was completely out of Panis's expectation, making him unable to explain: "It refers to the undead who has no self-awareness and can only run around with instinct."

"Nothing like that," said Mr. Ghost. "How can one combine the form bodies and move around without self-awareness?"

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Chapter completed!