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Taking advantage of the opportunity when the wandering soldier turned around, he threw away the spear in his hand and grabbed the edge of his shield with one hand.

Sparks flew when the edge of the shield touched the gauntlet. Although Lin Hun's armor was basic, it was made by Master Andre and the quality was absolutely guaranteed.

The edges of this shield have been blunted by the wear and tear of time, so it can't withstand any attack.

Vigorously miracle!

Grabbing the shield with one hand, Lin Hun forcibly created a big hole in the Wandering Soul Soldier's watertight defense, then raised the shield and hit him on the head.

Lin Hun's shield was also a triangular shield. As the first user, the edge of the shield was still strong and sharp. It easily pierced through the helmet of the wandering soul soldier like a layer of paper, leaving a hole the size of a baby's fist on his skinny head.

The dark blood instantly gushed out from the wound like a fountain, but soon subsided.

"The soul volume is equal to that of three of my cellmates," Lin Hun commented after feeling the black mist being sucked out of the soldier's body. "I just don't know if this is just the soul volume of this soldier or if all soldiers have this amount of soul volume?"

If all the soldiers had this amount of souls, the time to clear out the Undead House might have to be extended. Of course, for Lin Hun now, the difficulty remains the same.

The wandering soldiers were guarding an iron door. Lin Hun first tried to use the key dropped from the devil. The insertion process went smoothly, but no matter how hard he turned the door left or right, he couldn't open it.

If civilized means have been used and the iron gate cannot be opened, then it is time to try less civilized means.

Lin Hun first hung the shield on the buckle behind him and held the sword with both hands.

He took a deep breath, gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and swung it forward with all his strength.

There was a flash of silver light, and the sword blade struck the seemingly old iron door like lightning.

The iron door broke into two pieces in the middle. With the protection of the gauntlet, Lin Hun didn't have to worry about scratching his palms. He removed the railings with his bare hands and walked into the second level of the prison.

Compared with the other floors, the prison on the second floor may be more of a resting place for the guards. The doors of the rooms along the way are not iron bars, but iron doors.

Of course, it was all covered with rust. Lin Hun opened a door with a sword. There were two wooden beds hanging on the wall with iron chains in the room. However, due to the passage of time, most of them had been broken. Most of the time, there were only messy quilts spread on the wooden boards in the room, showing the last appearance of its owner. Obviously, he never returned to the room after leaving.

Lin Hun couldn't guess what happened in this prison in the past. Where did all these guards go?

But it didn't matter. He put it behind his mind in the blink of an eye. After all, he was just a prisoner. If the guards didn't disappear, the difficulty of his escape would be like hell.

Unlike the undead who have transformed into zombies, ordinary soldiers do not possess the characteristics of immortality when they are not infected by the Dark Ring. Therefore, there are no mummies in the rooms. Occasionally, when the doors of a few rooms are opened, piles of bones can be seen lying flat on the beds, and the quilts on their bodies are buried in ashes.

Perhaps this is a good thing for them. At least they don’t have to endure the eternal torture of time like the undead.

Everything in the house, whether weapons or cloth, was in tatters, but Lin Hun didn't mind. He carried a shield on his back to prevent a sneak attack and began his great search journey in every room.

Lin Hun had no scruples at all. Regardless of whether there were bones or not, he overturned the bed, lifted the quilt and shook it to make sure not to miss anything valuable.

Who is afraid of whom in this world? If someone has the ability, he can turn into a ghost and come looking for me. There is no need to be afraid.

Should we say it is worthy of being the Northern Undead Asylum, a deserted place isolated from the world?

Without merchants coming here, there would naturally be no circulation of supplies. In the Northern Undead Asylum, the most precious things for ordinary people might be food and water. However, even if these things have not been used, they would have rotted away long ago. Lin Hun searched from beginning to end, but did not find a single treasure.

Occasionally, you can find a few pieces of paper under the bed in the house. Over time, they have become stuck to the surface of the bed, and the words on them have long been blurred.

There might be some information recorded in it, but Lin Hun couldn't understand it at all. Besides, the paper would break if touched, so there was no way to store it.

Lin Hun, who was unwilling to give up, searched the place thoroughly three times from the beginning, and used his shield and sword to lift up all the walls and floor tiles that looked out of place to have a look.

Relying on his persevering character, he actually found some things in every nook and cranny, which he was not sure whether to call good stuff or not, fifty gold coins and ninety silver coins, plus a few hundred copper coins. It seemed that these things were highly treasured by their owners, and they were still dazzling even after countless years.

But now it is the end of the world, and Lin Hun doesn't know whether these currencies can be used for transactions besides souls. However, believing that something is better than nothing, Lin Hun still put all of them into his pocket.

Lin Hun skillfully cut through the iron gate blocking his way and climbed to the third floor, which is also the top floor of the Undead Asylum.

As soon as he entered, he received a warm welcome. Two wandering soldiers saw Lin Hun's figure in the distance and limped over with swords in hand.

Lin Hun couldn't resist such enthusiasm, and he raised his shield and went forward happily.

At the moment when the two sides were fighting, Lin Hun slightly tilted his shield and swung out a sword from behind the shield with lightning speed!

The sword was like lightning across the sky, with unparalleled power and strength, slashing straight towards the two of them.

In an instant, the sword flashed and black blood splattered!

The two dried and shriveled heads had already rolled to the side. The two headless corpses were unaware of it and stumbled forward a few steps before falling straight to the ground.

Lin Hun stood in place with his shield raised, guarding against any corner around him where a sneak attack might come from. The last thing Black Soul lacked here was Old Six!

However, after waiting for a long time, no new soldiers appeared, and only the weak howling of zombies on both sides could be heard. It seemed that these two wandering soldiers were the last remaining forces.

Only then did Lin Hun have the leisure to feel the souls given to him by the two. Unfortunately, the soul volume of the two wandering soul soldiers was not enough, only one-third of that of the soldier holding the shield. Based on this soul volume, maybe that soldier was a powerful captain when he was a human, because along the way he was the only one seen holding a shield with superb skills.

Lin Hun pried out two long swords from the clenched knuckles of the wandering soul soldiers and hung them on the buckles behind him. He did not feel the burden, and his heart was filled with joy for the harvest.

Not to mention selling them after getting out, they can also be used as blacksmithing supplies. If the armor was not difficult to carry, Lin Hun even wanted to strip them of their armor.

Before leaving the Undead Academy, Lin Hun had already started preparing his own start-up capital.

It seemed that because of the intimidation of the two wandering soldiers, no matter how dilapidated the prison gate was, even if there was a big hole in it, all the inmates stayed in the cells obediently, unlike the inmates in Lin Hun's hometown who were enthusiastic and would run in and out from time to time.

However, even though they lived in a high-rise villa, his cellmates were still as poor as ever. After a skilled search, Lin Hun only harvested a few souls this time. But he had gotten used to it. He had learned not to be disappointed if he had no expectations of his cellmates.

Standing quietly on the high wall, gazing into the distance.

What comes into view is a vast, dense and deep sea of ​​clouds, as if a vast ocean is surrounding the entire Undead House.

This mysterious and ancient courtyard is tightly surrounded by the sea of ​​clouds, as if it is an isolated island on the sea.

On the distant skyline, you can vaguely see a few sparse mountain peaks penetrating through the clouds, looming.

However, due to the great distance, it is impossible to see what the scenery on top of these mountain tops is like.

They are like mysteries lost in the clouds, giving people an endless sense of reverie and mystery.

The breeze blows gently on my face, bringing a slight coolness.

It also makes people feel a little lonely and insignificant - in such a vast universe, one is just a drop in the ocean.

What Lin Hun felt from this vast and beautiful scenery was not only shock but more of loneliness. The situation and status of the undead were far lower than he had imagined.

The gods have endowed the undead with a great mission, but have not given them the status they deserve. Ordinary people's general attitude toward the undead is only prejudice and ruthlessness.