560 Who Would Complain About Having Too Many Girls? (1/2)

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

”Try to peek again and I'll dig your eye out!” snapped A Xing when he saw Shorty's lewd acts.

”Who's peeking? I'm just feeling a bit tired. By the way, that was such a close call, I thought we were done for!” Shorty sat on the ground, as if he was trying to imply that it was not worth it to go so far just for the money.

”It wasn't supposed to be that bad, but the rain delayed the daylight,” said Mo Fan.

Not only was the Giant Corpse General powerful, it was also able to summon zombies to attack them. He initially thought they had a chance to eliminate the enormous creature, yet they were so close to being overwhelmed by the zombie horde!

The Land of the Undead was indeed terrifying. Even with their team's strength, they were almost wiped out by the undead!

”We shouldn't risk it since it's still raining. The Ash Garlic isn't working,” said the muscular man sternly.

”We can't simply hide here if the rain somehow doesn't stop anytime soon?” said Mo Fan.

”We should still wait for a while… right, those who are hurt should treat their wounds now, even if it's only a little scratch. Those zombies are poisonous, the wounds will fester in a few hours!” said the experienced Shorty.

”Do we seriously have to wait until they are done changing? We're all grown-ups, let's just change here. The cold is bothering me,” suggested Mo Fan.

Everyone agreed with Mo Fan. They quickly took off their clothes and took out fresh clothes from the airtight packages in their bags.

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The crackling from the bonfire was the only sound in the cave. Everyone was fairly tired from the epic battle. After treating their wounds and changing into dry clothes, they all laid down on some dry grass to rest up. Everyone was too tired to speak.

Meng'e had put on a new veil. It was a charming purple this time, concealing her attractive face.

”What are you doing here in the Land of the Undead?” asked Mo Fan.

Meng'e blinked and said softly with a faint smile, ”We've got an uncooperative associate here, so we're here to talk to him.”

”Oh, what organization are you from?” asked Mo Fan.

”Parthenon.”

”I think I've heard of it before.” Mo Fan fell into deep thought.

”Mm, it's quite famous,” Meng'e nodded.

”Don't tell me you're a saintess, goddess, princess or something like that I've seen a lot of them on the TV, who cover their face and dress up in casual clothes to visit the commoners?” Mo Fan asked with a smile.

Meng'e was not the icy type. Even though her temperament felt like she was above the common populace, she was still willing to answer his questions.

The woman smiled and shook her head when she heard Mo Fan's wild speculation, ”I'm not that sacred. Hiding my face is only my personal preference, I think the veil is pretty.”