Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Chapter 540: Chapter 310: The Undead Symphony is sung like this_2

At this moment, a transcendent song drifted from the direction of the light points.

“I have already stopped breathing—”

“But I am not yet dead—”

“The Soul Flame takes the place of life, I must escape before the dawn comes—”

Everyone was shocked, not just the undead, even living beings like Luther’s Lightning, felt the impact.

Lightning murmured, “What a beautiful song! I feel like my soul has been touched. Who is singing?”

Everyone turned their gaze towards the distant forest. When Ange was singing just now, Negris and Little Zombie had ignited their Soul Flames and almost simultaneously, the two distant light points had kindled.

“I have only myself left—”

“Friends and family have all left me—”

“Wearing the cloak of night—”

“Concealing my decaying skin’s secret—”

Lisa suddenly clutched her chest; these lyrics were piercing her heart.

I am alone, family and friends have gone, clad in thick attire, hiding the secret of my dry skin.

When she first became a witch, looking at her skin gradually becoming dry, Lisa was so frustrated that she wanted to explode. Rage and regret filled her, stirring a strong impulse to lash out.

Thanks to Feilin, who took all her venting. He stayed with her, soothing her until time wore everything away.

For the sake of her own beauty, Lisa tried countless methods, she even painstakingly smoothed and bonded her skin.

The soulful song, like heavy hammers, struck everyone’s heart, making everyone’s mood sink into despair.

Only Ange and a few others were a bit confused. Why were everyone upset? The Little Sapling was broadcasting enthusiastic messages: Grow! —Strong! —Grow!, trying to bring back their vitality.

Unfortunately, its enthusiasm couldn’t counteract the stirring impact of the song on the souls.

Oh, where should I go? My body is already breeding maggots—

Oh, where should I go? I am full of doubt about the world—

…

The cessation of breathing is not the end of life, the peace of the soul is the beginning of death—

…

Oh, where should I go? My soul is at peace — (in the place where the Resting Wind blows)

Oh! — (The Undead are born here)

Oh! — (This scene is etched in my memory)

Negris couldn’t help but exclaim in astonishment, “There are even harmonies, they are so professional. I know what these two are, Wailing Banshees. Why are they here?”

No one noticed Negris’ murmur. Everyone was immersed in the beautiful singing, and the chorus was coming soon.

The song gradually became cheerful.

Come on, baby, congratulations on your immortality—

Release your power—

Ignite your Soul Flame—

Throw off all shackles, let you become your new self—

Everyone was immersed in the beautiful singing, and their bodies couldn’t help but move to the rhythm. Lightning was even dancing lightly. If it had participated in a formal dressage competition, it would have been hard not to win the championship.

Recovering from the song, everyone walked towards the two light points. As they approached, everyone could see clearly that these were two spirits.

The two spirits also came towards them, but after seeing the combination of Ange and his friends, they hesitated and seemed to want to turn around and run.

“Don’t run, don’t run, I’m dead, not alive.” Negris quickly took two steps forward, revealed his Soul Heart, and flew towards the two spirits.

The two spirits quickly greeted Negris and then asked doubtfully, “But you…”

“Magic, a kind of magic. I’ll show you with a corpse later. By the way, you are Wailing Banshees, aren’t you? Why are you here?” Negris asked.

The two Wailing Banshees looked at each other and shook their heads, “I am Dolly, and this is Dumi. We don’t know why we are here. We seem to have been here for many years, wandering aimlessly until just now. A voice woke us up, who woke us?”

The gazes of the two Banshees swept over the group and finally fixed on Ange. Without saying anything, they had already recognized Ange’s aura. Kneeling down solemnly, they said, “Thank you for giving us a new life.”

Ange tilted his head.

“Get up, get up, by the way, are there only two of you? Where are the other Banshees? You are from the Howling Opera Troupe, right? You Wailing Banshees always act collectively, why are only two of you left?” Negris asked.

The two Banshees looked at each other and shook their heads, “We don’t know. We only remember the witch lady saying: The Soul Storm is coming, sleep, hoping you wake up one day. Then it was now, but before this, we seem to have been hovering over this land already.”

“Soul Storm? What Soul Storm? And the witch?” Negris asked anxiously.

Oh god, it’s so hard. He finally heard something different from these Wailing Banshees, but what is a Soul Storm? Even the witch cannot bear it? Why did she make them sleep? Could sleep resist the Soul Storm?

However, the expressions of the two Banshees had cooled down. They glared at him angrily, “You dare to call the Witch by her name directly? How audacious, you lizard!”

One of the Banshees seemed to want to open her mouth, but when she glanced at Ange, she held herself back. If it weren’t for Ange, she would probably have cursed this audacious Bronze Dragon with Fear Technique.

“Er, it’s me, it’s me, the God of Knowledge, the Bronze Book, Ange, get me out.” Among those who are most qualified to call the Witch by her name directly in the Undead Empire, he could be counted as one.

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