"You despicable bug, dare to be rude to us undead!" Ming Gu looked at the scene in front of him, and his face was covered with a murderous look.
On the side, Gui Ji's expression was as usual, the corners of her eyes slightly glanced over Ye Qingtang's face, and she said immediately:
"The Son of the Dark Bone has not left the Shadow Temple for thousands of years, so he doesn't understand the current situation in the Central Continent. Things like this are already commonplace in the Central Continent."
Ming Gu frowned slightly.
Gui Ji continued: "Since the disappearance of the Holy Master thousands of years ago, the power of our Shadow Temple has shrunk, and the situation of the undead people on the Central Continent has completely changed..."
At the beginning of the Central Continent, there was no group of undead races. Until the Lord of Shadow and the kings of the major undead races came to the Central Continent, many undead races also entered this continent from the second domain. Take root.
During the peak period of the Shadow Temple, the life of the undead on this continent can be said to be like a fish in water. Due to the influence of the Shadow Temple, the aborigines did not dare to offend the undead. The disappearance of the Holy Master changed with the loneliness of the Shadow Temple.
When the Shadow Lord disappeared, there was still some fear on the mainland, but as time went by, the thousand years had passed, and the coercion of the Shadow Lord and the Shadow Temple gradually dissipated from people's hearts.
The situation of the undead has also become precarious.
Because of their racial characteristics, the undead do not need food or sleep. They can be said to be the cheapest slaves in the minds of many people.
Thousands of years ago, people in the Central Continent began to arrest the undead who were destined to be on the mainland, and enslaved them through the special forces of the undead, becoming the lowest-level labor force.
The status of undead slaves can be said to be lower than anyone else.
They are immortal, and if there is no accident, they can be squeezed and enslaved indefinitely without any expenditure.
The mountain where Ye Qingtang and the others are now is a mine with countless mines, and in each mine, almost all undead work day and night.
And they... have no revenge.
Even the cheapest hermitage and shack among human slaves, there is none.
At most, they can have a moment of rest when they are exhausted and exhausted, and the rest... regardless of day and night.
"Presumptuous! This kind of bedbug, how dare to act so boldly!" Ming Gu's face darkened. Since the disappearance of the Shadow Lord, he has never left the Shadow Temple. Changes in the above are unknown.
In his eyes, the human race was still such a weak and ugly bug. He never thought that it would become what it is today.
"Sacred Son of Minggu, please calm down. This situation is already common in the Central Continent." Gui Ji appeased Minggu's anger, but she was always watching Ye Qingtang's every move out of the corner of her eyes.
Ye Qingtang looked at the undead who were being abused in front of her, but her heart was very complicated, but she didn't show anything on her face.
When she came to the Central Continent in her previous life, she knew about the plight of some undead people in the Central Continent.
For many people, the state of immortality, immortality, and neither food nor drink is the perfect slave. Therefore, thousands of years ago, people began to arrest undead in large numbers and force them to work for themselves.