Chapter 76 The Undead in Golden Armor

"Uncle, I'm hungry..." Didrie lay weakly on the counter and looked at the back of the store owner and said pitifully.

Ning Chen was drinking wine, but he wanted to see how this uncle could treat his nephew.

The store owner did not respond to Didrie, but his shoulders seemed to be shaking.

"Uncle..." Didri's voice tightened the heart of the shadow burial.

"There's nothing for you to eat here... Get out!" The store owner still has those three words.

"Hey!" A strange sound came into my ears, and then the owner of the voice appeared.

"Don't treat a child like this..." The voice came from upstairs, his footsteps were sonorous and slow, and his figure gradually appeared in Ning Chen's sight.

This is also an undead.

However, looking at his dress, he is obviously not a low-class undead. He is wearing armor, golden armor, shining in the dark stairs, and Ning Chen, who shines with gold, can't open his eyes.

Walking to the light, Ning Chen boldly looked at him more carefully. This golden armor also had a huge helmet on his head. Unlike the armor, the helmet was dull and seemed to be made of rusty iron, like an inverted iron pot without decoration, let alone gold and silver jewelry.

He wears a pair of gloves in his hand, which are also made of gold, and his knuckles are also inlaid with diamonds, refracting the lights.

Belts and shoes are also made of gold, except for golden glitter.

Two sharp swords are hung on the back in a cross shape, without a scabbard, and an egg-sized ruby is inlaid in each hand. The body of the sword shines with cold light. Needless to say, it must be a peerless sword.

It seems that he should be a nobleman. Ning Chen drank wine and pretended to be nothing, but he was thinking about it.

"Your nephew is hungry. Why don't you get him something to eat?" The nobleman's voice was hoarse and magnetic.

I don't know why the store owner, who was originally fierce and indifferent, began to tremble as soon as he saw this undead.

"Yes...yes..." He answered and quickly took out a plate of raw meat with blood from the kitchen and put it in front of Didri.

So zombies still have to eat flesh and blood! Ning Chen's forehead began to sweat coldly, and his feelings got into the zombie group. Isn't it dangerous...

Little Didrui looked at the bloody meat on the counter, licked his lips, looked at his uncle, and looked at Ningchen. Finally, he made up his mind to eat happily. His food was quite horrible, and even the shadow burial was stunned. Curious about how long the child hasn't eaten?

He devoured the pile of meat. Didrui wiped the blood on his mouth and looked at his uncle and smiled. The smile seemed to be immature and childlike. Looking at his smile, Ning Chen couldn't help sighing.

It was this sigh, and the golden armor turned to him: "Does this bull-headed friend look very eye-catching, just here?"

Ning Chen speculated what he meant and always felt that this person was not good, but he still greeted him politely: "Yes, I just arrived at Guibao today. Please take care of me."

"Ha ha!" Huang Jinjia sat between Ning Chen and Didrui and snapped his fingers at the store owner. The old man skillfully brought him a glass of wine. It seemed that he was a regular customer here, and the store owner was very afraid of him.

When he first sat next to Ning Chen, Ning Chen felt a stronger breath of death from him than any zombie he had met before, and he really felt the coldness. His hands holding the wine glass seemed to tremble coldly.

The shadow buried sat at Ning Chen's feet, staring motionless at this strange undead.

The chill and breath of death emanating from the dead made Ning Chen feel very uncomfortable, and even the counter became cold. He wanted to move, but his body was beyond his control.

"What's wrong with you? My friend..." The undead looked at him and grinned, revealing the not completely rotten gums and maggots in his mouth.

NND, no matter how shiny the appearance is, it is still a dead bone.

The shopkeeper couldn't help trembling, and there was a clucking sound at the connection between the bones. Ning Chen was very surprised by his performance. From before to now, his performance was very abnormal.

The undead laughed, stood up and touched little Didrui's head: "Take care of him well, and raise him white and fat..." This was said to the store owner.

"Yes..." The store owner is submissive.

The undead laughed and walked out. After going out for a long time, the laughter was still echoing in Ning Chen's ears.

It was not until the voice disappeared that Ning Chen asked the store owner, "Who is he?"

The store owner seemed to be still in a frensure. He was stunned for a while before answering Ning Chen, "He is the son of the village head of Burrell."

"Why do the undead have descendants?" Ning Chen is curious.

"Nonsense, the undead have no offspring, how can I have a nephew!" The shopkeeper gave him a blank look and was obviously dissatisfied with his words. "Many years ago, the alchemists in our dark city have developed drugs that can give birth to our undead offspring, so our race can thrive. Otherwise, after so many years of wars, our race will no longer exist."

"So..." Ning Chen pointed to little Diderrey with his chin, "Is this child really your nephew?"

The store owner nodded with difficulty: "Yes, it's my eldest brother's son."

"You don't even want to ask, what happened to your eldest brother's house?" Ning Chen said.

"I don't want to." The store owner's answer did not surprise Ning Chen at all. If he did not answer like this, Ning Chen would be surprised.

"Are all the dead like you and have no feelings?" Ning Chen drank wine and said carelessly.

This sentence seemed to touch the shop owner's nerves. He did not answer immediately, but took a rag and mechanically wiped the counter over and over again.

"Guest!" After a long silence, the store owner suddenly shouted.

Ning Chen turned his head and looked around. There was no one else here, so he was obviously calling himself.

"Well, say it."

"Can you do me a favor?" The store owner's is very different from before, and even smells a little begging.

"What?" Ning Chen sneered, "Don't you think it's impolite to ask a stranger for help?"

"I'm sorry." The store owner stopped moving and lowered his head. After a while, he seemed to have made some difficult decision and looked up at Ning Chen, "But I still want to ask you to help me with this..."

Ning Chen stared at him for a long time before saying, "What's busy? Let's talk about it."

The shadow buried bit his trousers: "Don't promise others anything, especially the dead."

"I know, I'm just curious about what he wants to help me." Ning Chen said softly.