I Live on the Land in Global Games

Chapter 73 - 73 72 The Disappearing Corpse73: Chapter 72: The Disappearing Corpse 73: Chapter 72: The Disappearing Corpse On her way back, Mu Ying took a different route, which was a bit longer, but her vision was excellent at night, so a little delay didn’t matter.

Passing by the hillside where the cemetery used to be, she glanced over unintentionally and had to stop.

What was with the freshly dug graves at the foot of the mountain?

Before the apocalypse, this was one of Coastal City’s best-maintained cemeteries, reputedly surveyed by a master for its feng shui.

But back then, only urns were buried here.

The rain had not eroded the natural marble tombstones; instead, it made the pines and cypresses of the cemetery even denser.

The cemetery was not far from the territory.

After the apocalypse, some of the people who died unfortunately around the territory were buried here since there were no conditions for cremation, creating more grave mounds at the foot of the mountain.

But now, the mounds were gone, fresh, damp soil scattered on the ground, and shrouds thrown carelessly about, tattered.

“Could it be that some wild beast dug them up to create mischief?”

In the gloomy mountain woods, a chill wind blew past, and Mu Ying couldn’t help but shiver, her arms breaking out in goosebumps.

She gripped her weapon and followed the drag marks on the ground to the back of the cemetery.

At the end of the tracks, several humanoid creatures squat under a small cliff several meters high, their bodies shaking as if they were eating something.

Mu Ying was certain they weren’t human.

Though they had human-like heads and limbs, their skin was an unnatural greyish-blue, and they were much taller than the average adult male.

With her back to these creatures, she could only see these general characteristics.

This was still thanks to her high Perception Attribute, which provided excellent vision.

Mu Ying thought it over and quietly retreated, walking around to the top of the cliff.

If anything went wrong, she would be safer on the edge of the cliff.

By the time she circled to the top of the cliff, the sky had completely darkened.

She climbed a tree at the cliff’s edge and observed, using the tree crown for cover.

The creatures’ “dinner” below appeared to be coming to an end.

They growled as they stood up, dragging what was left of their “meal” into the crevice of the cliff, leaving only scattered bones on the ground.

Mu Ying could finally see them clearly, recognized them, and thanks to her newly learned Biological Recognition, knew much more about them.

“Ghouls, 1-3 level medium Undead Creatures, low Intelligence, undying bodies that never decompose, and an endless appetite for the rotten flesh of humanoid creatures, never feeling satiety when consuming dead flesh, with bodies that emit a poisonous stench and long tongues with a paralyzing effect, which historically has no effect on Elves.

In some ghoul communities, smarter Demon Ghost leaders may emerge...”

Though she was eager for practice, she couldn’t underestimate their strength.

Though she didn’t know the history between elves and ghouls, allowing elves to be immune to the paralyzing effect of ghoul tongues, the stench they emitted was toxic.

She had no way to counteract the poison.

She waited a while, but the ghouls didn’t reappear.

Once they crawled into the cliff, all noise ceased.

Mu Ying climbed down the tree and used her Pierce Spear to pry open the vines covering the cliff wall, and sure enough, she saw the familiar Light Gate.

This made her even more cautious about taking any action, for what could she do if she entered and fell into a nest of ghouls?

Perhaps the ghouls that could leave the instance were not high-level, but it was hard to say if there were any other horrors inside, such as a Demon Ghost.

The luck in the Mushroom Man Dungeon wasn’t always there; even in this dungeon, if relationships weren’t established well from the beginning, the poison gas spores and giant steamed bun servants would have been enough to trouble her greatly.

Moreover, ghouls, creatures driven solely by hunger, were completely impossible to communicate with.

Mu Ying decided to leave.

She could deal with goblins at her own pace, but she wasn’t reckless when it came to the Ghoul Dungeon.

She had generally figured out that the monsters that directly fell from meteors were mostly of low level, and carried little with them.

In one-on-one fights, most humans wouldn’t necessarily be disadvantaged.

However, the levels of monsters in dungeons varied from low to high and were unrestricted.

Only those of lower level could exit the dungeons, and their strength was even more oppressive than those that arrived directly.

If she wasn’t greedy for the treasures inside the dungeons, the safest approach was to slowly weaken the monsters outside the dungeons.

On her way back to her territory, this encounter ruined Mu Ying’s mood for a barbecue when she got home.

Although many people died in the apocalypse, most turned into zombies during the first wave of monster arrivals; slain, they directly turned into experience and copper coins, leaving no ashes behind.

The ones with bodies were those who succeeded in getting jobs later and unfortunately died in battles outside; this group was actually quite small, and even fewer of them had a proper burial in cemeteries.

The bodies were almost completely destroyed by calamities.

This place was also not far from the territory, posing a significant threat to the residents of the territory.

All these were sources of her rental income.

Being a landlord who wasn’t particularly worried about money, these people contributed a lot; the loss of one would lead to a decrease in her income.

Thinking of this, upon returning home, Mu Ying took out a piece of paper and carefully wrote about the habits of ghouls and her speculations about the dungeon.

Then, with paper in one hand and pork in the other, she headed to Sela Restaurant.

It was too late; she was too lazy to cook the barbecue herself and simply took it to Uncle Sela to ask for help in making skewered meat, as their recently expanded night barbecue business had been doing well.

Now, the strong, who made a good income by hunting and selling daily, and the weak, who earned by farming for several large teams, were both doing well.

Moreover, many people had made a fortune from a previous wave of zombies besieging the town.

Perhaps people hesitated to eat regular meals at the restaurant every day, but everyone could afford the two skewers per copper coin at night.

Like the night markets before Doomsday, spending a few copper coins on some skewers, chatting and bantering with others, and the wealthier ones might even take their skewers to a tavern for a drink.

Thus, the restaurant and taverns were the busiest places at night.

After discussing with Mrs.

Sela at the counter, Mu Ying posted the paper on the wall not far from the entrance to the restaurant, visible as soon as one entered.

Mu Ying was already quite notable in the territory, and when she posted something, many people gathered to see.

Unaware until they saw it, many were startled at first sight.

The very name ghoul sounded eerie, and their toxic scent made them even more troublesome.

Those intent on learning more paid money at the Mercenary Guild to view ghoul images.

Their elongated tongues posed a paralysis risk upon touch, and one careless encounter could result in being turned into a corpse for ghouls to chew on.

Of course, there were also people who had been following the legends of dungeon treasures on forums for a long time, with the treasures of the Dragon Nest still being a hot topic of discussion.

The affairs of the Mushroom Man Dungeon hadn’t been spread around; for many, the Ghoul Dungeon was their first potential expedition, and there were quite a few interested in its riches.

Mu Ying didn’t mind whether they would recklessly enter or not; for her, a simple warning to help the residents of her territory avoid ghouls and prevent them from falling victim to ignorance was sufficient.

She couldn’t control those who ventured into dungeons hoping to strike it rich; if they profited, she didn’t envy them, and likewise, she didn’t care if they died there.

People must bear the consequences of their own choices.