Chapter 281 Fox Church
Boring whispers rang out from all directions of the vineyard, and the sound of dense footsteps brought the "enthusiastic" villagers.

The undead looked at the growers who rushed into the vineyard. They were holding various farm tools, mainly sickles and axes, supplemented by pitchforks and sticks.

Some growers trembled as they tried to catch aphids the first time. They were clumsy to begin with, and there was no light in the vineyard, so catching the insects depended entirely on luck.

The fact is that no one has succeeded at all. The aphids jump flexibly and are incredibly fast, making them impossible to catch.

He speculated that these pest control workers might not start catching aphids when they grow up, but rather when they are larvae, just like picking up insects, and then raising them slowly in sealed jars until they eventually grow into aphids.

Otherwise, given the aphids' ability to jump several meters high, even a great knight might not be able to catch them.

But not everyone was being cautious. Some planters were greedily picking up the sour grapes on the ground and stuffing them into their mouths, swallowing them whole.

I don’t dare pick the grapes on the vines, but it’s okay to pick those on the ground.

Sour grapes mixed with the taste of soil were stuffed into his mouth in handfuls.

The stomachs of the plantation workers were swelling up at a speed visible to the naked eye. If they were chopped with a bone-chopping knife, blood plasma would definitely burst out.

The grapes were bitten and the juice squeezed out of the mouth.

Everyone's face, clothes, arms, etc. were smeared with red paste.

He looked at the scene with some disgust.

He raised the boning knife in his hand high, and it was time for him to charge out.

The undead walked with heavy steps, slashing at the wind with the weapons in their hands. The villagers, who had little blood left in their bodies, rushed forward one after another, but were then swept away.

The crash, the breaking of bones, the wailing, repeated over and over again.

The vineyards were in a mess, infested with aphids.

He felt that he should have ignored a certain issue, such as why the growers raised aphids, but he was already too excited to kill, and nothing was more important than the fight in front of him.

The corpses were lying everywhere, the bloodless bodies had their outer clothes torn to reveal their shriveled and skinny bodies, curled up powerlessly.

Upgraded!
This place is simply a happy slaughterhouse. The constant killing makes the undead feel the charm of killing, especially as they become more and more powerful in this killing.

When he stopped and looked back, he was surprised to find that he had successfully made his way out.

It was as if the violent attacks that had rushed towards him before were nothing more than a gust of strong wind blowing in his face. He simply gritted his teeth and moved forward, and successfully walked out against the wind.

His arm felt slightly itchy and numb, and when he looked down he discovered an aphid was holding onto his arm and sucking his blood. The sight of the fat white insect on his arm startled him and brought him back to his senses.

"Fuck me!"

No bloodlust is as scary as a fat bug crawling on your arm.

The undead quickly regained his composure and left the vineyard.

Because of the big noise he accidentally made, half of the enthusiastic villagers in the fox cave were attracted over, and the rest of the journey became extremely easy, and he didn't encounter any enemies along the way.

The familiar-looking area ahead woke him up, and he raised his voice slightly: "Edwin? Are you still there?"

"I'm in the morning class?" the trembling voice asked.

"It's me. I've found a safe place. You know, Fox Church?" He walked over and moved away the debris that was covering the ugly man Edwin.

"Of course, but dirty blood is not allowed to enter." It seems that Edwin once wanted to go there to seek help.

"Who said that?" "The Bishop of the church."

The last basket was moved away, revealing Edwin's ugly face. He still looked at the undead with that cautious look, always careful.

"If the bishop you're talking about is a man in a white robe, it should be fine now."

"What, what happened?" Edwin asked.

"He's been hanged under the bridge that Porcupine Alley passes by."

"Oh no, he was just a little mean and wouldn't let me into the church, but he would give me food." Edwin looked sad.

Although the man in front of him looks ugly, he has an extremely kind and sensitive heart, which is why the undead is willing to communicate with him and even help him.

"Come on, I'll take you there. The road is safe now." He supported Edwin.

This section of the journey is very long. If we encounter any monsters on the road, it will immediately become an escort mission. Fortunately, the game is not so unkind. The journey is smooth and no monsters are refreshed to obstruct us.

Fox Church.

The magnificent building with fox cave characteristics, compared to the thin and narrow spire-style building, the two wide doors immediately attracted their attention.

Without the light of the fire, the surrounding environment of the Fox Church’s gate could not be seen clearly. I guess there must be many complicated patterns or religious stories carved on it.

I helped Edwin up the stone steps at eight o'clock, and then let Edwin go.

He took the initiative to walk to the church door and pushed it hard with both hands.

The rumbling sound of huge stones grinding and the sound of door hinges turning were heard, and the heavy door opened.

Firelight came from inside the church, projecting through the door that was only slightly opened, enveloping the two of them.

"come on in!"

The wildly jumping and burning flames lit up the entire church. There was a huge chandelier above the church, and two rows of tall pillars carved with statues of wild beasts.

The church has a strange feeling of being narrow yet tall.

There was glass on the upper floors, and the moonlight penetrated through the glass and barely illuminated the areas above that were not covered by the fire. The complex carvings and patterns made the undead feel as if they were facing a wild god.

Those patterns are definitely more than just decorations. Perhaps if you dig deeper, you can find some deeper stories in them.

He just had this intuition, but he also knew that as a game, if every random pattern had to be filled with metaphors and background stories, the horrific amount of text would probably not be enough even if tens of thousands of programmers were sacrificed.

The shape of the huge pillars and walls attracted his attention. There were no foxes here, but snakes, mice, lions and other animals, which were curled up and entangled with each other, or gnawing at each other.

Others mate regardless of racial differences.

This almost primitive worship made him feel a little mentally uncomfortable.

With a loud bang, the church door closed automatically.

The fire was completely blocked inside the door, and the undead man was finally able to look at the patterns more carefully. He felt that he should be able to get some metaphors or guidance from them.

But considering my own situation, it is best to suppress this idea and wait until dawn.

(End of this chapter)