What are they, and what are we?
This question had been swirling in Wang Yunxiao's mind and he couldn't shake it off.
This was obviously not a normally functioning world.
Not to mention the peculiar relationship between the so-called Thousand-Year Dynasty and the Great Wilderness Nomads.
The fact that fighting monsters could even yield money was quite baffling.
The Ghost Shadow he had killed earlier had dropped a Gold Bean.
A literal Gold Bean, it looked just like a bean made of pure gold. Whether or not it was real gold, Wang Yunxiao didn't dare to test it with his teeth, but it was definitely heavy.
"Detected a Level I Holy Object: Taxes"
"In the eyes of the Imperial Court's rulers, their subjects were naturally obliged to pay Taxes, whether alive or dead. This was the currency circulating within the Thousand-Year Dynasty, even usable in front of His Majesty the Emperor."
These Undead were not Demons or Evil Spirits; they would dissipate into smoke upon death.
