582 Living Dead (1/2)
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
City West, inside the outer walls...
The misty night loomed over the lights coming from the households. The blurry lights were not bright enough for the people to see the night scenery of the city.
The place had grown colder. The city was frequently covered in fog in winter. The Heavens knew if the next heavy rain would simply turn into a huge snowfall. It would provide some relief to the civilians, since the snow would harden the ground, making it more difficult for the undead to crawl out from the ground and stir up trouble.
Most of the buildings in this area were old houses. The occasional tall buildings seemed rather out of place.
Between the roofs of the buildings, a skinny figure swept across the sky like a purple bat. Her purple coat made it look like she was gliding between the buildings. The crowd on the street was unaware of her presence.
She stopped on the roof of a compound. The compound was not huge, yet it had quite a number of people living inside, who were none other than the people from Hua Village.
Chief Xie Sang was sitting on the stairs, smoking an antique pipe.
Su Xiaoluo slowly walked up to the chief and stared at the old man with suspicious eyes.
”Since my dad betrayed the village and left, you're the person I respected the most… but, I can't help but feel suspicious!” said Su Xiaoluo.
”Suspicious? What are you feeling suspicious of?” Chief Xie Sang pretended to be confused.
Up on the roof, Liu Ru was about to check on the villagers when she stumbled into the conversation. When she heard Su Xiaoluo's words, she decided against jumping down from the roof. Her skinny figure slowly dissolved into the shadows, only a pair of slightly glittering eyes left.
”I heard from Gouzi that he has seen the people of the Sunny Goat Village,” continued Su Xiaoluo.
”Gouzi has always been out of his mind. You shouldn't take his words seriously,” said Xie Sang.
”I've also heard other things, too, and they are all related to the Sunny Goat Village… Aren't you going to tell me where the people of Sunny Goat Village went?” asked Su Xiaoluo.
”Girl, haven't you read the news? Six of the villages in Xianchi Area were destroyed all of a sudden. You did see how the undead attacked us, even with the barrier around the village… I bet Sunny Goat Village suffered the same fate, so why are you asking me now?” said Xie Sang.
”Sunny Goat Village disappeared long ago, right?” asked Su Xiaoluo.
”Oh Xiaoluo...” Xie Sang let out a sigh.
”The people of our village didn't disappear, see… aren't I standing here now?” a voice interrupted her out of nowhere.
A man in a black outfit was standing close to the well at the center of the compound.
The man was like a ghost. He slowly walked forward, and burst out laughing when he saw Chief Xie Sang retreating in fear.
”Chief Xie, I'm not a ghost; why are you afraid of me?” said the man.
”You… why are you here?” Xie Sang's face turned pale white, worse than if he had seen a ghost.