I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

I just didn't expect that I was the one who saved them a few days ago, but today I am in the abyss, Phil Gray smiled bitterly.

"Yes, but I also heard it from other skeletons on the road. After all, I'm not an undead from your Wangu City, so I don't know." The female zombie became visibly fanatical when she heard his question, and moved one step closer. He could see some bugs crawling under her green skin.

His stomach suddenly felt uncomfortable and he took a big step back.

"Okay, I get it. But how can a dirty zombie like you travel with me? The lord of Wangu City is still waiting for me. I have to go." Phil Gray raised his head "proudly", disgust flashed in his ice-blue eyes, and he made a disgusted expression. He put his hands behind his back, dutifully playing the role of an arrogant vampire, and silently apologized in his heart.

Then he left behind a chic back.

The female zombie was stunned for a moment, looking at the handsome face in front of her, she couldn't help feeling sad. The more good-looking the vampires are, the higher their levels are. She had never seen such a good-looking person before. This was the first time she regretted choosing the identity of a zombie.

Wait, a series of scenes suddenly flashed through her mind. It seemed that she had no choice at that time? Because she was nailed to death in the coffin alive, and then sank into the sea...

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Not long after walking along the Bone Road, the number of skeletons increased significantly, and a city gate appeared within the range of Phil Gray's firelight. It was very high, but he could not see the scene above because it was still too dark.

The skeletons around him seemed to be looking at him, and there were some noisy discussions. He didn't know whether they were curious or afraid. He could only try his best to mobilize his divine power to make the death aura on his body more intense.

Fortunately, since this is the Abyss of the Dead, his death power recovered very quickly.

A few skeletons made bone-trembling sounds when they passed by him, but it made sense because he was holding spiritual fire in his hand, which was equivalent to the skeleton's soul and heart.

Who wouldn’t be scared if they saw someone holding someone else’s heart on the street?

Phil Gray narrowed his eyes and looked around alertly, but from what he could see, these skeletons were all at the soldier or leader level, and together they should not be his match.

The black door was open, and he and Yulia walked in one after another.

It seemed to be extremely lively inside, with countless clusters of spiritual fire. Phil Gray, who was holding a spiritual fire and had an extremely handsome face, became the center of attention of all the skeletons.

"Master of the Blood Clan?"

"Yeah, you're here to attend the rebirth banquet, right?"

"Look at what he's holding in his hand. Is that our spiritual fire?"

"Why is he like this?"

"To make it look better? I remember that they like all things that are elegant and beautiful. Could it be that our spiritual fire is too beautiful?"

There was endless discussion.

Phil Gray secretly groaned in his heart. If he had known earlier, he would not have dressed up as a vampire. He would have just dressed up as a zombie like the one just now. The other undead would not have paid attention to him. Who knew that these skeletons could be as gossipy as humans.

But this is all we can do for now.

They walked along the main road. With the help of the skeleton spirit fire in his hand and the surroundings, he could barely see the environment on both sides. The buildings in Wangu City seemed to be built with bones, and looked eerie and terrifying under the dim blue firelight.

I don't know where these bones came from. Are they all the remains of skeletons that have completely disappeared?

Skeletons don't need to eat, and there are no taverns or restaurants. Those strange-shaped buildings should be their houses. After all, they have retained their memories of the human world. Although all the regrets and love in the human world disappeared without a trace the moment they were reborn as souls, they are still affected by some human habits.

"That's the resting house I mentioned, but now you have the spiritual fire for lighting." Yulia said, pointing to a small house in front.

This cabin attracted Phil Gray's attention because it was actually a wooden cabin. It looked no different from any wooden cabin in the human world. The style was also very simple, without any strange decorations.

He stopped and looked carefully. There was a plaque hanging on the wooden house with the words "Rest House" written in ancient characters.

"I want to go in and have a look."

"Ah? But the rebirth feast is about to begin." Yulia was puzzled. Didn't he already have the spiritual fire? Why did he have to go in? The owner of the house had a bad temper. He didn't really want to go in.

The surrounding skeletons left in twos and threes, heading to the place where the lord was holding the rebirth banquet. However, Phil Gray, who had been under constant scrutiny, breathed a sigh of relief. He whispered, "Don't forget my true identity. It's easy to be exposed when being watched by so many undead. We will go to the rebirth banquet quietly later. Now let's go inside to see if there is anything that can help me disguise myself."

He had just learned some more information from Yulia. He knew that this "resting house" not only accepted the dead souls, but also sold some things. It was more like a grocery store.

Yulia nodded, and just as she took a bony step forward, she hesitated, "Should I wait for you outside?"

Phil Gray was very curious about how bad the owner's temper was to scare the little skeleton like this. He did not force or persuade Yulia, "Okay, I will come out as soon as possible."

He pushed open the wooden hut, and a faint blue light illuminated the dark hut. On both sides were several wooden boards with several skeletons lying on them. There was no spiritual fire in their eye sockets, and they looked completely dead.

"Excuse me, are there any undead here?"

Continuing to explore forward, a rocking chair appeared in front of us, rocking rhythmically, but there was nothing on it.

Phil Gray frowned, but then he felt a slight breeze blowing past, and the hairs on his face stood up unconsciously, as if something was approaching him.

The rocking chair has stopped.

"The smell of living people..."

An old voice sounded, and under the dim blue firelight was an enlarged wrinkled face. The pure black eyes were staring at Phil Gray, as if he had discovered something interesting.

The old man floated in front of him, his body looming, looking like a ghost.

Phil Gray took a step back and looked at him warily, "I am not a living person, I am a noble vampire. Are you the owner of the house?"

"I'm the owner of the house. Tsk tsk tsk, you can fool other little guys, but you can't fool me. I have dealt with tens of thousands of undead. The difference between the living and the undead is not just in the breath or appearance, it's a qualitative difference. In front of high-level undead, the smell on your body..." The owner smiled and moved closer to sniff. Phil Gray couldn't avoid it, but the owner suddenly retreated a long way, and his whole body almost disappeared. He asked in an almost trembling voice, "How do you have his smell?"