Chapter 508 - 502: Ghost Clan

“Are they Beasts, or human?”

David Jones’s eyes moved slightly, unconsciously looking at their lower bodies, which were quite different from ordinary people.

As expected, their feet didn’t resemble those of humans at all; instead, they looked like bare, washed-white goat hooves.

Noticing David’s appearance, the two emaciated children immediately widened their curious eyes and stepped back like frightened rabbits, seemingly ready to flee at any moment.

Only the white-haired boy, who seemed to be the leader of the children and was dressed slightly better, took a bold step forward.

“Oh-mi-gu-ya-silu!”

Hearing this baffling language, David’s mind raced.

If they had a language they could communicate in, these children must possess intelligence, which meant they could potentially communicate with them.

With this in mind, David activated his Illusion-Piercing Eye, intending to see the precise identity of the child before him.

“Mi-oh-ya-banlu!”

Seeing the golden light shining in David’s eyes, the two children behind the white-haired boy panicked and ran off, leaving only the white-haired boy with his trembling legs.

“Interesting, they could actually see the anomaly when I activate Illusion-Piercing Eye!” David was somewhat surprised, and he looked at the boy with an all-knowing gaze.

Name: ???

Type: Wood

Race: Ghosts

Bloodline Purity: Elite

Grade: Class III upper-level

Detailed Introduction: In the Ancient Age, a hybrid bloodline passed down from the mixing of human and ghost lineages, belonging to a half-human, half-ghost race possessing unparalleled physical strength. The long Aries horns on their foreheads are the source of the ghost lineage power within their bodies.

“Ghosts? The ancestors who founded this race in the Ancient Age could probably be on par with Rathma!” David’s expression became somewhat strange.

Non-members will have different motives, David found it hard to determine whether the Ghost race could be considered part of the human race.

After thinking about it, David ultimately chose to communicate using the approach of courtesy first and force later.

“Where are we?”

Because he couldn’t understand the white-haired boy’s speech, David directly used Psychic Power to communicate with him.

However, David’s voice seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel s back. Seeing his companions disappearing one by one, the white-haired boy seemed to lose courage and wailed as he ran back into the village, ignoring the last comrade lying on the rocks who had been neglected by him.

“He’s still just a child after all!” David sighed, not intending to chase after him, and his gaze shifted to the red-haired child sleeping like a dead pig.

After hesitating for a moment, David reached out to touch the vibrant red hair, and an astonishing amount of psychic power surged at once.

“Umbral, Ghosts, Body Cultivation, Penance Village, a cultivation path completely different from being a Trainer…”

Just as David was rapidly digesting the trivial knowledge in the child’s mind, apart from eating, an arrow shot toward him.

“Put Cherry Leigh down!” Standing at a distance, the white-haired boy holding

a longbow shouted.

David stopped his memory retrieval and glanced at the boy without concern for the imminent arrow.

“So that’s it; you ran away to find a weapon!”

David didn’t even look at the arrow in front of him. Instead, he spoke in the daily language of the Ghosts instead of Easthua Language.

“Huff!”

Rainbow casually exhaled a Cold Breath, and the arrow instantly turned into a block of ice and fell to the ground.

“Even a child of about ten years old can have a Class III strength; no wonder the Ghost race can reproduce and develop in the Savage Wasteland!

David Jones withdrew his right hand, stood up, and spoke: “I am just a roaming healer who travels the world to save lives, with no ill intentions.”

No matter where they are, healers with the ability to save lives and heal the injured are highly respected, especially in the cruel Savage Wasteland.

As a Flare V Alchemist, pretending to be a healer was a rather simple matter for David.

After all, compared to an unknown powerful person, a traveling healer is more likely to ease others’ alertness.

Hearing the familiar Easthua Language, the caution on the white-haired boy’s face dissipated a little, but he never let go of the jade ivory bow in his hand.

“Creak!”

Seeing the commotion, the wooden door of the hut in the middle of the village opened, and an old man with a dark red mouth, gray-white beard, and a cane walked out.

His eyes were dull, and the single horn on his forehead was like cracked porcelain, ready to shatter at any moment.

“Stop, Whitehelm, do not disturb our honored guest.”

Having said that, the old man took a few breaths and bowed to David Jones.

“I am Blackmap, the village chief of Penance Village.”

As Blackmap spoke, his gaze swept over David’s fair, hornless forehead, and his expression became even more respectful, even somewhat apprehensive.

With his shriveled right hand, he pressed the white-haired boy’s head to the ground, causing a small pit in the ground and making Whitehelm’s forehead bleed profusely.

In his more than two hundred year lifespan, Blackmap had never seen a human being and knew nothing about the human race. He only knew that among the Ghosts, only Ghost King Elites could hide their horns.

What is Ghost King Elite!

They are powerful enough to dominate County Cities and have quite a prestigious status even above a County City!

If they provoke such a powerful person, their small mountain village, which relies on hunting Beasts for survival, will be wiped out in an instant.

“There’s no need for this!”

David deployed his Confusion power and stopped the old man from kneeling.

Feeling an invisible force preventing him from kneeling, Blackmap’s heart was filled with fear.

In the Ghosts who worshipped physical power, such invisible and vast power was unheard of!

Blackmap looked at the exquisite, unknown material clothing on David with reverence, then carefully invited him into the house.

“Such a backward civilization!”

Looking at the filthy and dilapidated wooden table and chairs, David frowned slightly, feeling as if he had returned to ancient times! n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Then, Blackmap fetched a bowl with a missing edge, and in it was slightly turbid water.

From the respectful look in the old man’s eyes, it was evident that water was a precious resource here!

“No need for the water, I have some questions to ask you.” David waved his hand.

With the help of David’s probing, he gained a deeper understanding of the Umbral kingdom.

Umbral is a country founded by the Ghosts and the Guardian Dragon God.

According to Blackmap, the Guardian Dragon God possesses the power of the Ghost Deity and can grant divine power to protect the safety of citizens within its territory at night, avoiding the attacks of Beasts in the Savage Wasteland. The ruler of the Umbral is the leader of the Ghosts, whose strength is second only to the Guardian Dragon God and is the most powerful Ghost Immortal within the country.

“Ghost Soldier, Ghost Chieftain, Ghost Warlord, Ghost Lord, Ghost Prince, Ghost King, Ghost Emperor, Ghost Immortal, and Ghost Deity. The nine major Levels!

Whitehelm, the boy guarding the door, has Class III strength and is a Ghost Warlord in Blackmap’s words, while the Ghost Immortal stands at the eighth rank in the Ghosts’ cultivation rankings. It must be a powerful Level comparable to the Legendary Powerful Ones!”

David’s heart sank, and his contempt for the Umbral country vanished.

After all, in addition to the Ghost Immortal, the Umbral also has the more powerful Guardian Dragon God!