Vajra Gate, an outer door, an exercise room in a yard.

At this time, a figure in blue dress was supporting his knees with his hands, panting, sweat flowing along the man's forehead to the tip of his nose, falling down on the ground paved with bluestone, leaving a few wet marks.

"Come."

Mu Tianying straightened up and walked to the shelf beside him to pick up a towel to wipe his sweat.

The door of the practice room opened and two men in gray clothes came in.

"Senior Sister Mu." The two of them looked respectfully.

Mu Tianying didn't even look at the two of them, and pointed at a figure on the ground that was upside down like a corpse, motionless.

"Pick it away and clean it up."

After she finished speaking, she threw down her towel and walked out of the practice room.

The two men in gray robe quickly bowed and retreated aside. It was not until Mu Tianying's figure disappeared at the door that they turned around and looked at the lying figure with relief.

"It's so miserable. At least most of the bones in the body have been broken? Look at the neck, they are all deformed." One of them couldn't help but gasp after looking at it, with a look of fear on his face, "It seems that Senior Sister Mu is in a bad mood today."

"It's not just not very good, I've heard it..."

The two of them walked towards the other side as they spoke.

On the ground, there were a large pool of blood stains, and there were spots around it, even the wall behind it was splashing everywhere.

Two men in gray robes skillfully dragged one leg on one person, dragged the man on the ground onto a piece of white cloth, and then pushed him one by one, wrapping him in the white cloth.

"Okay, go and send him back, and leave it to me." said one of the men in gray robes.

The other man responded reluctantly, bent down to carry the man wrapped in white cloth, and turned around and walked outward.

About half an hour.

The man in gray robe came to a dungeon with a dark environment.

The guard at the door glanced at him, opened the prison door and let him in.

There was no light in the dungeon, only a torch burned every five or six meters in the aisle. The dim flame brought some warmth to the dark dungeon.

The man in gray robe accelerated his pace and seemed unwilling to stay here for too long.

After a while, he came to an open cell with a prison door, and he didn't want to step into it at all. He stood outside the prison door and threw the white cloth on his shoulder in.

With a bang, the white cloth hit the ground and scattered, revealing a blood-stained hand.

"The lives of these undead tribes are so strong." The man in gray robe sighed, reached out to close the prison door, buckled the lock on it, and then turned around and quickly left here.

One hour...two hours...

The sky outside gradually darkened, and there was no sound in the entire dungeon, and there was a silence like death.

In the cell, the hand outside the white cloth suddenly trembled slightly, and then slowly raised it, and the movement was gentle but seemed to have used all his strength to grasp a corner of the white cloth.

Use force!

The whole body rolled and broke free from it.

“Uh…”

The suppressed cry of pain came from the mouth of the humanoid creature in the cell.

Little by little, he moved to a piece of hay against the wall with all his might, and then he struggled to support his upper body and sat up against the wall.

In the dark cell, eyes suddenly opened.

A dazzling light flashed in the black and white eyes.

"I'm still alive, I'm really an undead, haha!" A self-deprecating low voice came from his mouth, and he raised his right hand with difficulty, and his eyes fell on the inner wrist position of his right hand.

Level 10!

Four white words with bright light appeared on the inside of the wrist.

After a few breaths, it disappeared again.

Level 10, this is his strength level.

This is a very magical world. From birth, everyone will have such words on the inside of their right wrist. As long as you think about it, it will appear.

Ordinary adults are basically one level, and only a very small number of talented people will be different.

In addition, you can also improve this level of strength by absorbing energy from heaven and earth through cultivation.

In this world, cultivation is a very common thing, and everyone can practice it. The only difference is whether you have talent.

Good talent, you can see results in ten days and half a month.

Those with poor talent may stop at level one or three in their entire lives.

From this point of view, the first level and ten levels seem to be an extremely unsuccessful achievement, but in fact...

"Talent, haha!"

A sneer rang in the cell.

Su Mu never thought that he would have a second life. In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person, studying in an ordinary school, with ordinary grades in his class, and he also looked ordinary. After graduation, he found an ordinary job. If it weren't for that accident, he might have found a woman who looks the same ordinary in the future to marry, and then spend his ordinary and ordinary life.

He also complained, why is he not a rich second generation? Why is he neither tall nor handsome?

I have also had some unrealistic dreams.

But he never expected that when all this happened, the reality was even more cruel than he thought.

In his previous life, he lived for 29 years.

He doesn't know how many years he has lived in this life.

It’s not that he lived too long, but that he couldn’t determine the passage of time in this dark dungeon. However, he clearly remembered that he was caught here when he was 9 years old. If he had been here, it would have been more than ten years since then, right?

As a time traveler, he had fantasized about calling the wind and rain in this world, opening up the harem, and living the life he had dreamed of in his previous life.

Even if it's a waste of money, as long as you have a golden finger, you will definitely rise in the end.

But the truth is - he doesn't have golden fingers!

At least for so many years, he had never found any trace of the golden finger.

When I was a child, I still had unrealistic fantasies, but now...

He had given up long ago.

"My mom and dad, you are really wrong. I am not the protagonist of the destiny at all." Su Mu looked up at the ceiling of the cell. He had been used to the pain in his body over the years, but the confusion about the future in his heart made him feel desperate.

The Undead tribe sounds very powerful.

But what about the fact?

While enjoying immortality and the resilience that is incredible enough, you also have to bear the corresponding price.

And this price - is fatal!

Can't practice!

The simple four words made Sumu feel that the sky collapsed when he first learned the truth.

In such a world where force is paralyzed by the strong and the strong prey on the weak, what does it mean to not be able to practice?

It would be fine if you were an ordinary person, but you were still a well-known undead clan. It is the best training tool for low-level practitioners.

Yes, the Undead is a tool in the eyes of the world.

Because the Undead Clan can have the strength of level 10 when adults, and with the amazing recovery ability, it is really suitable for those low-level practitioners to use them as training targets.

If you catch a batch, you can use it for a lifetime.

Moreover, the undead tribe cannot starve to death. You can ensure their combat effectiveness by feeding them a meal before you want to use them.
Chapter completed!