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At the head of the table, Miss Moon seemed somewhat anxious and spoke hurriedly:

Does anyone have a good way to deal with the dead?

"Whether it's items or abilities to prevent the spiritual erosion of the dead, or weapons that can effectively kill the dead on a large scale, I'm willing to pay a fair price."

Everyone was stunned at first, and then Xiao Yun and others who were more familiar with Yue Liang were the first to react.

"The invasion of the dead has already reached your side? So quickly?"

The soldier exclaimed in surprise, his expression turning grave under the gray fog.

"Didn't the information Mr. Death and Mr. Devil bring back last time say that the deceased were still stuck along the coast and hadn't moved inland?"

Everyone looked at Xiao Yun.

"Several days have passed since we obtained this information; who knows what might have happened."

Xiao Yun said calmly, and together with everyone else, turned their gaze to the demon in question.

"What are you looking at? I haven't been home for the past two days."

The demon Lin Feng helplessly shrugged, indicating that he could not help.

There are overlord-level undead there. Even if he had a hundred times the courage, he wouldn't dare go back without a powerful figure accompanying him.

The group was somewhat disappointed at not getting more effective information.

After a moment of silence, the hermit Qin Yuqing spoke first:

"I have similar experience. When dealing with monsters that affect the mind, the best approach is to kill the source of infection as soon as possible."

As she spoke, she took out some medicine and tossed it to the moon:

"This is a potion developed by our guild. Although it's not specifically for the deceased, it can suppress mental damage and can be used as well."

The moon, beaming with joy, quickly said:

"Thank you, Hermit Lady. What would you like to exchange?"

The hermit was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said:

"It's okay, you can take it and use it."

"The calamity of the dead is not just a disaster targeting a single person or a particular region. At this rate, it will certainly affect everyone living in this world."

"No one here, no matter how strong, can stand aside. By helping you, I also ensure that I won't have to fight alone in the future."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Xiao Yun as if it were unintentional.

The latter, however, keenly caught this glance and couldn't help but chuckle to himself:

"This little girl is as smart as ever."

The hermit Qin Yuqing said these things for her own sake—based on geographical calculations, she wasn't far from the army of the dead, and if she could gain help from others, she would definitely be the first to benefit.

Secondly, seeing that Xiao Yun had been paying attention to these matters and trying his best to maintain the free information sharing in the Tarot Club, I decided to go along with it and do Xiao Yun a favor.

Sure enough, her words worked.

Those who have survived the time travel are no fools, and after experiencing the second full moon, no one dares to underestimate the danger posed by the dead.

For the sake of the future, everyone began to offer suggestions for the moon.

Even the Pope and the Judges, who had never really integrated into the group since joining, brought out good things like [Holy Water] and [Law Rune Array].

The moon kept thanking them, and its anxious expression eased slightly.

But at that moment, the Pope tapped the table and said:

"In fact, if your region is about to face an attack by an army of White Walkers, my advice is not to resist, but rather..."

Run! Run as fast as you can, run as far as you can.

His voice was somewhat deep, yet it resonated in everyone's hearts like a thunderclap.

The Pope himself sounded nervous, even apprehensive:

"My guild was quite large and very well prepared, but we were still severely damaged by the dead on the second full moon night."

"The simultaneous appearance of three Kings of the Dead nearly caused our order to collapse completely."

"Even with God's blessing, we managed to hold out until the night of the full moon, but the guild's population was cut in half, and almost all the infrastructure was completely destroyed."

The Pope smiled helplessly and said:

"Don't laugh at me, but our guild has unified the entire region, and under God's protection, we've even spread our faith to the neighboring region."

"But since this incident, we have had to shrink our influence, and some of our outlying branches have even had to rely on the support of another alliance to survive."

He was silent for a moment, then let out another long sigh:

"Believe me, if the dead reach a certain scale, it is basically impossible to completely eliminate them, even with weapons of mass destruction."

"As long as the dead survive, there will be an endless stream of the dead being born, and you will be caught in an endless battle until death."

The atmosphere at the gathering suddenly turned icy, and even Mr. Ta frowned:

"A similar situation occurred in the previous era, but that was almost the middle of the era."

The moon's eyes lit up, and it quickly asked:

"Mr. Nata, do you know of any way to fight against the dead?"

Mr. Ta shook his head helplessly:

"This kind of death involves the rules. Even if I can unlock this part of the database, your current strength is insufficient to use the method I provide."

The moon's mood instantly plummeted:

"So, running away is the only option? The world is so big, where can we run to?"

Hua Wuye, the Hanged Man, nodded:

"And are we just going to keep running like this forever? When will it ever end?"

Everyone else fell silent, and the atmosphere at the gathering became somewhat heavy.

The upside-down Hua Wuye looked around, his expression struggling beneath the gray mist.

Xiao Yun's heart stirred, and he thought to himself:

"This kid, could it be...?"

When he used the [Blood Pact of the Flame] to forcibly pull back the people who had become the dead, Hua Wuye was one of the witnesses.

In other words, among everyone present, besides himself, Hua Wuye also knew this effective method of combating the dead.

As expected, Hua Wuye, the Hanged Man, remained silent for a long time before suddenly tapping the table and saying:

"I know a way to resist the dead, or even... completely eliminate this calamity."

Everyone looked up in surprise, then their expressions turned doubtful.

"The dead are not actually monsters; they are people who have been controlled by a strange death energy and transformed into their current form."

"If you have killed any undead of King rank or higher, you will find that they have a core inside their bodies. Lower-ranking undead also have cores, but they are not as solid."

"Therefore, all we need to do is strip away this core and replace it with another power to bring the dead back to life..."

After Hua Wuye finished speaking, the air fell silent for a moment, as if everyone was stunned by the method he had described.

"The theory is feasible, but... to counter this level of death, one would need at least life of the same level, or... a higher level of death to suppress it."

Mr. Tower commented silently, and the Pope nodded, saying:

"We have also discovered the phenomenon that Mr. Hanged Man mentioned, and we have tried to study it, but even using the core of a King-level monster or A-level energy, we cannot replace it."

"It is said that a professional in the West with a talent related to life also tried it, but even with her S-level talent in life power, she could not do it."

Others also expressed their agreement, believing that the Hanged Man Hua Wuye was merely stating a possible theory.

"It's true, I saw it with my own eyes, it happened right in front of me, and there was more than one!"

Hua Wuye panicked and hurriedly tried to refute.

Xiao Yun's heart jumped into his throat, wishing he could sew the guy's mouth shut.

None of the people here are easy to deal with; revealing your hand like this is not a good thing.

Fortunately, Hua Wuye still had some sense and didn't sell him all.

"If I had a kind of fire, I would have shown you how to start a fire."

Hua Wuye muttered to himself, then continued:

"Next time, next time I'll bring something to show you, and you won't be able to say a word."

The Pope chuckled helplessly and said:

"If you can really bring me what you're talking about, I'm willing to trade any of my king-level resources for each one."

"Haha, I'd love to too."

The soldier casually agreed, then chuckled and said:

"But how is that possible? Ask Death, the Hanged Man. He's the strongest alchemist among us, and even he might not be able to... cough cough, don't you think so, sir?"

The soldier realized his mistake halfway through his sentence and looked weakly at Xiao Yun.

Xiao Yun remained calm as always and said:

"The method is feasible, but my abilities are limited."

The soldier breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Right, right? Even the Grim Reaper said it's impossible. Don't waste your time on the Hanged Man either; this kind of research is quite dangerous."

The upside-down man, Hua Wuye, glanced at him unhappily and muttered under his breath:

"You're like a frog in a well; I won't stoop to your level."

After this brief incident, the rally continued.

The moon also listened to everyone's advice and made preparations for both resistance and strategic relocation.

"If you're heading northwest, you can come find me. Our guild is called Worry-Free Village, and our guild leader is incredibly strong, extremely strong."

As the gathering was about to end, Hua Wuye whispered something to the moon.

The moon paused for a moment, then smiled:

"Well, I hope Mr. Hanged Man won't find it offensive then."

"Hey, how could that be?"

The two exchanged a smile and were about to leave.

The moon's silhouette grew increasingly blurry, on the verge of disappearing.

Just then, a piece of parchment suddenly flew over.

Along with that came Xiao Yun's hoarse voice.

"Here are some gadgets I've been researching; take them, maybe... they can do it..."

"Mr. Death!"

The moon was startled and was about to ask for clarification, but Xiao Yun had already left.

The gray fog gradually dissipated, and the moon awoke in the cozy princess room.

She looked at the parchment in her hand and murmured to herself:

"The Blood Pact of Fire... the Spark..."