Time in the dead world passes slowly, like a pool of stagnant water, stagnant.

And because there is no change in the weather and the four seasons, if I hadn't recorded it deliberately, I wouldn't know how long it would have passed.

——In fact, time does not mean much to the dead.

Despite this, three months passed quickly.

The ring competition selected by the Lord of Moonlight City finally began.

On this day, some lively scenes appeared in Moonlight City.

Many pedestrians emerged from somewhere on the street, including shriveled skeletons, rotten zombies, erratic ghosts, etc., gathered together, but they still lined up in line to live in harmony, which made people feel a little strange.

"I didn't expect... there are so many dead people in this Moonlight City!"

Lu Xiaoxiao stuck out her tongue. She wandered around the street every day, and basically no one could be seen.

These dead people would rather sleep at home on weekdays, and they would only appear when something big happens.

The selection of the city lord can be said to be the biggest concern for the deceased.

"The city lord can decide the policy of a city. His personality is related to the lives of the deceased. If he is harsh by nature, the influx of the deceased will be very few and the requirements for the residents will become higher; if he is loose by nature and may completely ignore the public security of the city, there will be many resentful souls and evil spirits running around..."

It is closely related to life that these dead people care so much.

The Netherworld Swordsman explained to Li Chun, his expression a little unnatural.

——When Li Chun told him for the first time that he wanted to participate in the selection of the city lord, he felt that the other party was just a joke, but when the city lord decided that Li Chun would become a seed player, it was already stunned by the Netherworld Swordsman.

Now, Li Chun has given birth to the Holy Flying Wing and has broken through the twenty-first level. He is really likely to win the position of the city lord of Moonlight City. The Netherworld Swordsman is a little confused about how to get along with this living person.

Although he said that... he is the person most familiar to Li Chun in Moonlight City.

"So, there should be many people participating in the selection?"

Li Chun looked around and was shocked. Among these unstunningly-looking dead, there were a large number of strong men, and level 20 masters emerged one after another. Even the ghost skeletons in the Yin God realm were quite large.

This is the accumulation of time. No matter how poor the qualifications of the deceased are and how lazy the practice is, the strong will gradually accumulate after a huge population base and endless time.

The prince and others were even more stunned and cold sweat broke out.

“Many.”

The Netherworld Swordsman sighed, "But Mr. Li doesn't have to worry. Most people are numb. Even if they have entered the realm of Yin God, their actual combat power is not worth mentioning..."

For the deceased, strength depends more on attitude rather than strength.

For example, the Netherworld Swordsman, the Death Swordsman at Level 20 is nothing, but he is also regarded as a future figure in Moonlight City.

Because he at least has the best and thoughts of progress, and most of the dead in the Yin God realm have been confused and have all their wills been wiped out by time. They are just walking corpses and persevering. Many things are just instinct rather than their own wishes.

These people may have strong power, but they may fall asleep during the fight, and they will not care much about the outcome, life and death. If you want to win strongly, even if your strength is far from enough, you will have the chance to advance.

"Maybe as Mr. Li said, ** and fragility are the driving force for the development of living people. The dead have eternal bodies and endless time. But they can only stand still."

The Nether Swordsman sighed and remembered what Li Chun said at the banquet at the city lord's mansion. The more he thought about it, the more he felt it made sense.

“That’s true.”

Li Chun smiled bitterly, looked at the numb expressions of the dead, and shook his head slightly.

If all the dead could exist quietly... then there would be no such big contradiction between life and death. Unfortunately, there are always dead like the Nether Swordsman, who still have efforts.

——After all, the base of the dead is too large.

"Okay, let's go to the ring first. I don't know when it's my turn?"

Li Chun was holding a piece of white bone talisman in his hand. This was the seed player logo brought to him by the Lord of Moonlight City, which means that he could enter this competition without having to participate in the early selection.

Judging from the crowded situation, I don’t know how long it takes to select.

In the wide square in front of the city lord's mansion, more than ten huge white bone arenas were built. All participants fought against each other on this white bone arena. The winner entered the next round, and it was not until the final sixty-four people were decided that the real competition began.

"The knockout system is also very simple...it's no different from us."

In the world, the martial arts test is similar. If you want to distinguish the winner, the arena battle is the easiest way.

"Young Master Li, Young Master Li, here!"

Gu Shiyilang saw them from afar, waved his golden bone arms high, and called them to sit down in the private room beside him.

"This location is good, and the city lord specially arranged for us. We can see the situation in each arena clearly. If there are strong people, we can also know in advance."

He smiled all over his face, and although he regarded Li Chun as his biggest opponent, he was still very polite.

Miao Jiuyou is no longer a seed player, so he naturally won't appear here. Mingshun glanced at Li Chun and the Nether Swordsman, snorted coldly, and did not get up to talk to him.

The corpse demonqi moved slowly over and said hello awkwardly. Then he sat down, but his eyes were not far away from Li Chun, especially staring at his back.

The Holy Wings have great suppression on the undead, and they cannot be unwilling to care.

"Thank you all."

Li Chun smiled and thanked Gu Shiyilang, took everyone to sit down in the private room. He looked up and saw that all the ten arenas were vivid in his mind and nodded slightly.

The prince, Lu Manniang and others also chose one side and watched the battle of the dead with great enthusiasm.

They were also quite curious that the performance of these dead undead in the arena battle is not known to be different from that of living people.

The sky was dark, and it was already late at night in Moonlight City. Ordinary people couldn't see their five fingers, but it was the most suitable light for the deceased.

The moonlight hangs high in the air, but can hardly illuminate anything.

The moon in Moonlight City is just a huge decoration.

Most of Li Chun's group of people were cultivators or above, with night vision and could see the battle situation clearly, while Cui Min and Xiao Gui could only see a few vague shadows. Fortunately, they were not interested in the battle of the dead, and they were just here to cheer for Li Chun.

The huge roar and noise sounded, this was a quiet world of the dead, a rare grand occasion.

At this time... the battle has begun. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!