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 Chapter Fifty One
 Lord Yang &amp; General Zombie's tent.
 Rowell, who entered the door stiffly, saw the zombie king sitting in the tent with Yang Qiu... the skin became even more rigid.
 "Please sit down." Yang Qiu politely greeted Rowell to sit down, "The undead are rushing to build the summoning circle they need, please forgive me for not being entertained. By tomorrow morning, we can set off again and send some civilians away. Go to the town of exile where we have built a habitable place."
 "... Yang." Rowell tried to stay calm. "I recognize the fact that these'Tarantan Undead' are friendly to living people, but... I always think that it is not a good idea to let civilians live with these undead creatures. ."
 "I understand that although the undead are very friendly, it is true that their image is too exciting for ordinary civilians." Yang Qiu smiled and said, "However, please believe that this is not a big problem, for better living conditions. , I think civilians can get used to and accept these friendly souls."
 Rowell: "..."
 Lowell has lived for almost three hundred years, no matter how he "breaks away from the masses and is above the top", it is impossible to be completely ignorant of the sufferings of the people.
 Lowell has heard of civilians convicted of stealing food how many times in his nearly 300-year life.
 This world does not have the admonition to the monarch that "the people are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of death", and there is no such big truth as "the people take food as the sky", but the principles are common, similar to wise men who understand this world. We are not lacking...
 So Lowell fully understands what Yang Qiu said: When the people are about to be unable to live, what is the big problem of coexisting with the undead?
 Lowell couldn't help sighing softly.
 Camor Town is a well-known town in the east of the Principality of Shigar, but in Camor Town like this, there will be such a group of civilians who are willing to commit themselves to the undead for satisfying food... With his long enough life experience, he There is really no way to accuse these civilians of being indecent or betraying their compatriots. This is not the fault of the civilians.
 Yang Qiu can understand the unwillingness of the black robe monitor. After all, the other party's age experience lies here. If there is no overall view of the overall situation, it will be a waste of food for hundreds of years.
 Of course, understanding belongs to understanding, and concession is definitely not a concession...
 To find work for the natural disasters, Tarantan must develop.
 For Tarantan to develop, there will inevitably be frictions and conflicts with neighbors around him.
 It must not be right at the beginning. After all, the number of natural disasters is not enough to crush all the paper tigers...So, before you are strong enough, you can take advantage of it and strive for more wretched development without pushing others to tear your face. The time is especially important...
 "I have to tell you the truth, Rowell monitor." Yang Qiu said sincerely, "In fact, the undead of Tarantan received these Camorian civilians not their subjective will, but just my own selfishness. ."
 "You know, I once stayed in Camor for a short time, and I have a deep memory of the status quo of the land-lost farmers in Camor. I know there are many unfortunate people among them. I just want to provide these people with some small things as far as I can. Small help, even if it's just to let these poor people eat a few full meals in the last few years of their lives, for me, at least I have a clear conscience."
 Lowell was startled.
 As the black robe monitor of the Goddess of Prosperity Church, Rowell's powerful perception can detect... This black magician is telling the truth.
 …It’s really true. In this passage, Yang Qiu didn’t say a word from his heart. He just omitted a lot of key content...
 This made Rowell a little ashamed. He found that he had only unilaterally interpreted and guessed the intentions of the other party based on his own feelings and cognition; only because he found that the "dead of Tarantan" seemed a little weird, and he was tented. The ugly zombie king in Li was so surprised that he put forward the naive idea of ​​getting home, which made him feel a little embarrassed.
 "You are a seeker worthy of being respected, mage." Rowell has a reddish face, and from the standpoint of a church priest, he euphemistically expresses his highest praise to Yang, the black mage-the casters call themselves seekers. Many churches refuse to acknowledge this point.
 Yang Qiu not only smiled at this compliment, but also brazenly humbled: "I just want to do something I should do."
 As soon as he finished installing this force, several players broke into the tent generously.
 Rowell thought that these undead had something to do with Yang Qiu, and he was about to find an excuse to quit, so he saw...The skeletons didn't have a bird Yang at all, and they ran directly to the zombie king sitting next to him...
 Two of the skeletons stared at him curiously, groaningly wondering which dimensional demon world's minor language demon language they were talking about.
 "Oh, where is Lao Yang's friend?"
 "I'll cut the picture first, and I will resurrect it later and save it offline."
 "I'm rushing, this NPC is more like the protagonist than Lao Yang, if Lao Yang Jinben would change this to become the lord? The current game plots love to engage in this kind of love and kill routine..."
 Lowell, who doesn’t understand, has a face full of confusion. He can’t figure out why these undeads often show interest in him, and don’t understand why these wise skeletons do not look like they are intellectual. The zombie king turns.
 Yang Qiu, who understands what players are talking about, calmly drinks tea.
 He's an old man, so he won't care about these players for a few words like those former thieves.
 Finding that the teapot was empty, Yang Qiu calmly issued a temporary task.
 The player who just muttered "Lao Yang is going to change the general" suddenly turned around and raised the teapot to go outside: "I have triggered a quest to boil water for Lao Yang, you don't have to wait for me!"
 "go Go!"
 Rowell who still didn't understand: "???"
 Yang Qiu explained with a smile: "I don't need to communicate with the undead."
 "...That's the case." Rowell reluctantly accepted this setting. After hesitating, Rowell couldn't help being curious and asked, "These undead seem to be...somewhat caring about me?"
 "Don't care, they are curious about everything." Yang Qiu was very calm and authentic.
 Continuing to chat with Lowell a few words, Yang Qiu sent a temporary task to the player who expressed his hope that he would join the original.
 The player who was busy boiling water and making tea immediately jumped up, went to the Material Mountain and prepared snacks for Lao Yang...
 At six o'clock in the evening in the alien time, when Yang Qiu issued the instant task of preparing dinner to the NPC, he continued to smash the most trivial tasks on the player...
 "It's poisonous, why am I running errands all the time today?" The player who earned a lot of prestige, finally couldn't help but mutter after working for a long time.
 "If you have a task, it's good to do." The player's teammate gloated, "Have you heard of the fact that the group of Mingfeng Chunsi and the Phantom ran outside to'reclaim the wasteland' group to exterminate and release the town? Here is the resurrection of the stronghold. The point hasn’t been built yet, and they couldn’t send it if they wanted to. They all squatted in the town of exile and cried. They posted several posts offline asking for speeding up the construction progress.”
 "That's right! Tell those guys to have good things not to call others!" The player who was so upset with trivial errands immediately jumped into joy.
 The happiness of the players is that way.
 When the riders of the Holy Priest Cavalry entered the stronghold for dinner, they found a big pothole dug in the center of the stronghold.
 Part of the skeletons are preparing food for them, and part of them are walking around the big pit.
 The black magician Yang, and an ugly and hideous zombie king dressed in ancient styles of broken armor, are surrounded by a large pit by a group of chirping skeleton stars.
 What's more nonsense is that the zombie king is still talking, actually speaking a language similar to the skeletons, with complicated pronunciation, and a certain special rhythm...
 The apologists including Andre: "???"
 Zombies, like skeletons, belong to undead undead abnormal creatures. Their shells are alienated by demonic energy or other reasons. If they are placed in the general outline of monsters, they can be regarded as "physical mutation" type monsters.
 To put it simply, it is thick skin, quick action, and strong destructive power.
 But in terms of danger...at least in the eyes of the guardian whose job is to expel monsters, zombies, like skeletons, have a relatively low priority in the category of undead.
 The reason is also very simple. The two immortal IQs are very touching, and the zombies are more touching than the skeletons.
 Many black magicians prefer to find a ghost as a servant and will not use skeletons. Even if they are forced to use skeletons, they will never consider zombies.
 Skeletons can sweep the floor and do simple chores. Zombies can't even do chores.
 "Don't be surprised, it's just that this zombie king is special." Rowell said to his subordinates, "These Tarantan undead are very convinced of this zombie king, and respect this zombie king, we must not be rude."
 "...Yes." Andre swallowed and took the lead in answering.
 "They are not only special for skeletons, but also for zombies?" Some people are very difficult to understand.
 In the afternoon, I had eaten a meal prepared by skeletons. In the evening, let alone the civilians, the patriarchs said that they were well-adapted, and no one had the slightest discomfort.
 Of course, the bigger reason is also because the meal at night is more abundant than during the day, and there are actually paper-wrapped biscuits, and a pudding (jelly) in a waterproof carton.
 The patriarchs who were very satisfied with the dinner ration happily returned to their home camp to rest after the meal.
 Seven hours after dinner.
 Andre stood up in silence, lifted the blanket, got out of his small tent, and looked at the stronghold of the undead with a blank face.
 In the darkness, faint noises were heard from the strongholds of the undead from time to time.
 That's it, anyway, their camp is still a bit away from the base of the undead, Shinichiren can still adapt.
 The problem is that the scope of activities of these undead is not limited to their broken stronghold!
 Andre didn't stand long before he saw...under the dim moonlight, a large group of undead "chachachacha" trot out of the stronghold.
 While running, these undead were still talking bluffing.
 This group of moving noise sources graciously passed by less than fifty meters southeast of the camp of the patriarchs, and ran deep into the wilderness.
 Andre, who was swollen in his forehead by the noise of these guys, took a deep breath and spit it out, forcibly suppressed the anger in his stomach, turned around silently, bent over and got into the tent.
 The undead who passed by the camp noisily are already...the fifth batch! It should be impossible to have a source of mobile noise!
 Andre, thinking so, lay down in the blanket and closed his eyes.
 After a while, this veteran who had accumulated a lot of fatigue fell asleep in the past.
 "Cha, cha!"
 "WAKAKAAAAAA!"
 "Cracking croaking!"
 "Grumbling!"
 Andre, who was awakened again, opened his bloodshot eyes and hugged his head.
 The nature of undead creatures that never sleeps, Andre understands very well, and has no stance to get angry, but it is already the sixth batch to come out of there-how can the stronghold be empty!
 Andrei, who was exhausted and tired of enduring this noisy past, closed his eyes again.
 After sleeping for an hour or so, the urging "chak, chak" sounded again...
 This time, those undead who were still vigorous and vigorous in the middle of the night, like arguing hard, made louder noises than the previous six times...
 Andre's facial features twisted out of the tent, wondering why there was an extra knight sword in his hand.
 Like him, there were more than a dozen people who had completely lost patience and came out with weapons.
 These patriarchs looked murderously at the group of unforeseen souls.
 Afterwards, these patriarchs, who had good night vision, were stunned to discover...the undead were really arguing.
 Not only did they quarrel, they also started fighting.
 At least thirty or forty meters away from their camp, at least hundreds of undead fought together in one group, and many skeletons showed conspicuous roars of battle...
 Guardians: "???"
 "If it weren't for our teleportation point numbness, you still squatted in exile and cried! If you send it over, you will grab the blame, excuse me?!"
 "Who is so embarrassed to ask, we have already given up half of the monster spawning points that we have previously opened up wasteland. What do you want to do, you are qualified to spawn monsters? What a big face!"
 "Gather the fire! Don't let him run away!"
 "Die to me!"
 "One cut for vanilla! One cut!"
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 Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution during 2020-06-1823:14:12~2020-06-1923:26:10~
 Thanks to the little angel who threw landmines: Houjie, Aihuachengzhi, zM23, Dao is different;
 Thank you for the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: we are 30 bottles of Little Egg Yolk, Carrot Number, and Thin Gold; tomorrow, the road is different, 20 bottles of the wind chaser; 18 bottles of resident bird; mili, quiet reading, Subei knife, panda X10 bottles; 5 bottles of Althea and erkou; Siyue, Qianqian, Jialuo, Xiaotong loves to eat Xiaolongbao, the sun shines brightly, one bottle of one drink for one love in a lifetime;
 Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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 Yang Qiu, who wore another world, finally returned to Earth after three hundred years of struggling to survive.
 Unexpectedly, only one day passed by Earth time.
 Unexpectedly, his relatives would not recognize him…
 Even more unexpectedly, he hadn’t gotten rid of the terrifying alien world of the dark system at all!
 In order to save yourself, you have to be the savior of the fate, and there is really no one…
 The resurrection of the ancient gods, the invasion of the void, and the battle to destroy the world-the three natural disasters have already gathered, and the only one who can fight against it is the fourth natural disaster!
 Earth players with simple folk customs, respond to my call, take up your weapons, and save this dark magical alien world!
 Friendly recommendation of CP-free new articles &amp; pre-acceptance of relatives and friends:
 “The Murderer Is You [Quick Pass]” by Temple Priest 
 “I heard that I am the boss of the fairy world [Quick Wear]” BY is already late
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 Xu Sheng woke up and found that he had traveled to the Douluo Continent! 
 He wanted to spend his whole life in a dull life, but didn’t realize that something was wrong until Wu Hun awakened! 
 First Wuhun: Nine Hearts and Blood! Mutated from the nine-hearted begonia, it uses blood as a sacrifice, and the soul moistens it, completely breaking the myth of the auxiliary system! 
 Second Wuhun: Sword of Ice Rose! The attack power crushes the Clear Sky Hammer and becomes the most powerful weapon in the mainland! 
 Under Su Yuntao’s shocked gaze, Xu Sheng looked helplessly at the nine scarlet soul rings on his body, “Well, I just want to live a lifeless life, but you see, these nine red circles on me look pretty ?”
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 In a distant future, the empires of mankind span the galaxy, and glorious Earth has devolved into a peripheral backwater.
 In Shanjing city in the Asian region, Wang Zheng’s dreams of becoming a mech pilot are crushed when his college entrance exam genetic score turns out a pathetic twenty eight, barely above an animal.
 To make things worse, people get the impression he attempted suicide after being rejected by the campus beauty.
 Then the closest thing to a family he has, the old man in the book store across the road, goes missing, leaving him only a mysterious birthday present.
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 What should she do if she transmigrates into a cannon fodder? The first thing she will do will be to happily repay all the debt owed to the original body. She will enjoy living in the present rather than worry about the future since this is her second chance at life. 
 Max-leveled bosses suddenly make a comeback at the last minute! 
 【My fiancé falls in love with the housekeeper’s daughter? What about me? Well, I naturally have my own small wolfdog coax me until I’m happy!】 
 【So what if the abandoned wife of a wealthy man is ridiculed by the whole network? How shallow! I came from a rich and powerful family too!】 
 【An idol fan has accidentally taken in the wrong idol. It’s fine, she will just raise and nurture the puppy dog to her taste.】 
 *Puppy Dog – A guy who is young, handsome, clingy, possessive, slender, and lean but has muscles.
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 The world doesn't lack geniuses, nor does it lack monstrous prodigies
 And if that wasn't enough it is also filled with opportunities for those who wish to climb the top without a talent of their own
 Thus some are born among the stars while others rise into the sky like the morning sun
 But one couldn't accept his fate, nor the fate he would acquire. Instead, he wanted to be the one to create those who reach the apex, the one to give and take, for he had enough of the worlds whimsical tides
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 When the virus hit the world, darkness fell on the world, there was no order, no law, only fear and killing.
 In order to survive, a tenacious life wandered around the world, fighting, struggling, and walking with the unknown ancient genes in the body.
 Between death and hope, the eternal blood, the constant progress, and the inhumane zombies fight; fight against ferocious monsters; fight against cunning survivors, smile in the face of desperate roars in the face of difficulties.
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 Follow Chen Ming as he accepts disciples, establishes a sect, and fights his way in a world that deems him a cannon fodder. 
 He goes against any common sense using his wits and novel knowhow to finish missions and arm himself against his cruel fate.
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 Blood, war, mission, revenge… In this age of bloody battles, only the strong can survive.
 Everyone has a mecha dream in their hearts, and Chen Feng is very thankful that he has the ability to drive mechas.
 Let’s look at how a small pilot who lost his parents since childhood, how to deal with mechas with various special functions, how to control the torrent of steel, step through the world powerhouse standing in front, laugh at the world, and achieve supreme peak.
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 This novel is also known as Wen Guan
 Knock on the coffin, 
 and ask three questions. 
 The first, to ask of its sacred past, 
 Next, to ask of its future path, 
 Then at last, to ask for its place of rest. 
 Just one more drink; 
 Would you be my guest?
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 Crossing into the world of Naruto, there is an additional transaction system for everything.
 So, silence embarked on a trip to a merchant selling cans.
 Tsuna: Shizuka don’t stop me, I must open the resurrection coin today!
 Zilai also: Aphrodisiac? Even if there is such a thing, give me a hundred jars!
 Sasuke Uchiha: Can opening really become stronger? I have to buy even if I’m bankrupt, I must surpass that man!
 Uchiha Itachi: My stupid Ou Doudou, I have opened more jars than you.
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 In a turbulent era, a young man who escaped from famine was sold into a mine for ten steamed buns, but he accidentally obtained a "Dry Water Sutra" and embarked on the path of cultivation. 
 Refining Qi, building foundations, golden elixirs, and conceiving babies... On the road to cultivating immortality, he overcame obstacles, refined weapons and elixirs, practiced magic and refined gods, and overcame disasters against the will of heaven. When one day he stood at the pinnacle of the world, he was surprised to find... …
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 Three thousand years ago, Bai Qiuran, who was extremely talented, was accepted as a disciple by the founder of Qingming Sect, and the young Taoist began to cultivate the path of immortality.
 Three thousand years later, Bai Qiuran’s master has ascended to the Immortal Realm, his senior brothers failed to pass the Heavenly Tribulation and died, and even the youngest grandson of the sixth generation descendant of his youngest junior sister succeeded in advancing to the Foundation Establishment stage and learned to use the sword to ride the wind.
 After three thousand years of hard work, Bai Qiuran finally reached the 66,664th layer of the Qi Refining stage.
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 Behind the scenes, vest flow
 Yuan Yi, who traveled to the world of pirates, has the ability to harvest emotions and draw character cards. First of all…
 It started when the nine-tailed demon fox made a riot at the Shampoo Land and bombarded the Tianlongren Holy Land.
 Then the ‘invisible empire’ belonging to the monsters spread over the sea, the fragments of the jade of the four souls chased by the king of the sea, the ruling demon who signed a contract with the five old stars of the world government, the mysterious sea in the sea The bizarre Beechburg, the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven who descended on Wano Country, pursues the ghost of the blue other side flower on the small island of the East China Sea, the mysterious port Utopia and the Gravity Spring…
 It’s all controlled by the source
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Chapter 51: Friendly Tarantan Undead

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