The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 1669

Chapter 1669: Chaotic Burial Ground

“A ghoul lair…” I thought to myself, knowing that place would surely be uncomfortable. Everyone knew the habits of ghouls. I had previously visited the graves of Lorna and my mother, and the stench there was unbearable. Of course, I could tolerate it; the stench resistance of Beelzebub’s believers was top-notch.

However, the undead probably didn’t care about the stench. In fact, many undead no longer possessed the senses of mortals; they surely wouldn’t care.

We were now walking through the corridors of the underground world. We had entered from a sewer just now, and the underground world was clearly showing signs of being overcrowded; the caves were full of people.

Compared to the surface, the underground world had more otherworldly beings. I could see quite a few dwarves, grey gnomes, and dark elves. There were also many people sleeping on the ground or crammed into small rooms.

From the perspective of the God’s Eye, we were heading towards the outer district and were already close to the city walls. Beneath the city walls were deep foundations, and we would need to go down further to pass through.

“Hey, are you sure this is the way? We’re almost out of the outer district,” I asked Sherris. We were nearing the edge of the outer district, but the road seemed to stretch on endlessly.

“That’s right, it’s just ahead, a little outside the city,” Sherris replied. It seemed she had been here before.

Ahead was the defensive edge of the outer district, guarded by soldiers of other races. However, they didn’t stop people from entering or leaving; you could come and go as you pleased.

The reason was very simple. The underground world was more complex and intricate than the surface world, with corridors everywhere. No one knew from which direction monsters might attack, and the defensive forces were weaker.

In such a situation, it was better to send people out to clear out mutated monsters and scout for them. If they discovered a large number of monsters, they could return with a report. This was actually similar to the situation on the surface.

But I estimated that the ghoul lair wouldn’t be too far from Cando City. The wilderness outside had already become a scene of Hell. Any further away would make them a target, subjected to incessant attacks by monsters.

“So, it’s that place.” I saw a small hillside ahead and understood. It was filled with upright, simple spirit tablets. Some were just wooden crosses tied together haphazardly, while some pits weren’t even filled, containing corpses. Other corpses lay beside the pits, unburied and not wrapped in white cloths.

Most of these corpses were incomplete and had suffered strange injuries. Some were half-corroded, some were infested with egg sacs and riddled with holes by larvae, some had scorched and frozen marks on their skin, and some even had trees growing out of their bodies, their skin becoming wooden.

These terrifying-looking corpses were enough to induce nightmares, but I felt a sense of respect for them. These were soldiers who had died during the monster invasion. Many of their families couldn’t afford funeral expenses, and the army couldn’t distinguish them individually, so they were all buried together in this chaotic burial ground.

This was Cando City’s chaotic burial ground. It had existed even before the corrosive spread and the monster invasion. Back then, the poor within the city who died from sickness or starvation and couldn’t afford funeral fees were brought here and buried indiscriminately.

Over time, such a place would surely accumulate a large amount of death qi and resentment, and it was common for corpses to become restless and rise as the undead. This place had also become a paradise for necromancers and undead creatures.

I could already see ghouls digging holes in the tombs, stealing bones, and even feasting on the spot. Those burial pits weren’t necessarily filled up; they might have been dug open again by the ghouls. Even their own tombs were treated as homes by the ghouls, who had even renovated them.

“I say, do the city authorities in Cando City not care about these necromancers and ghouls desecrating the bodies of these warriors?” I felt a sense of discomfort looking at it, knowing they had sacrificed themselves to protect Cando City, only for their bodies to be defiled like this.

“Cando City knows about it. The City Lord knows, and the army knows. But they all tacitly accept these things and still transport the bodies here,” Sherris said.

“Why…” I was about to ask, but then I suddenly understood why. Cando City had nowhere to store these corpses. However, if they weren’t dealt with, the corpses killed by monsters, with residual magic power, would eventually turn into ferocious undead that attacked the living.

“Parul (Sister) should know this too, right? Rather than letting these corrupted corpses rise as mad undead to attack humans, it’s better to let the rational undead and necromancers control them or use them as expendable resources. This prevents them from becoming enemies and even increases our combat power,” Sherris replied.

“Actually, even before the war, during peacetime, they used this method to dispose of corpses, selling them to necromancers. But back then, it was done secretly. Now, during wartime, they don’t care at all,” Via also said.

“How pathetic,” Lorna sighed, filled with sympathy for these fallen soldiers.

“There’s nothing that can be done. The dead have their value. Making the best use of it can lead to fewer deaths among the living,” Giselle said coldly.

“Speaking of which, why did you come along?” Lorna asked, looking at Giselle.

“To buy some spellcasting material. Did you forget? I am, after all, a believer of the God of Death and I also practice undead magic. It’s perfectly normal for me to come to a place like this, isn’t it?” Giselle said.

She was now wearing a purple hooded cloak and a mask, exuding death qi all over her body. Coupled with the skull and dagger at her waist, she looked like a necromancer no matter how you looked at it. In a sense, she was indeed a genuine necromancer.

The God of Murder’s position as the God of Death came from the meaning of bringing death and taking souls away. Believers of the God of Death often dealt with the undead. I was also using the divine power of the God of Murder to disguise myself as a necromancer.

The reason I agreed to let Giselle come along was because I remembered the experience of being attacked by a lich after attending an undead trade fair last time. It was Giselle who led us to escape then.

If any accidents were to happen this time, she could help us retreat. Giselle was first-class when it came to escaping. Unfortunately, to my tragic realization, I had already made it a habit to prepare for potential attacks after attending these underground trade fairs.

We were about to reach the bottom of the chaotic burial ground. I could already smell a faint odor of corpses and blood, but it was mixed with a surprisingly fresh air. I didn’t know how that was achieved.

Curious, I activated my God’s Eye, allowing it to directly peer into the ghoul lair to see its structure clearly. The result was a look of bewilderment on my face after seeing the ghoul lair.

“What’s wrong, Parul (Sister)? Your expression seems very surprised?” Via, being very perceptive, noticed my expression.

“Did you see it? Inside the ghoul lair, I was also very surprised the first time I came,” Sherris replied.