Zhang Chulan could have treated fighting zombies as a game, but the meaning was different when it came to living people. His moral values over the years were at odds with his actions, which made it difficult for him to accept.
Feng Baobao wielded a kitchen knife and sliced several zombies that lunged at Zhang Chulan into pieces as easily as chopping melons and vegetables. Blood splattered everywhere, but not a single drop landed on her, demonstrating her powerful control over Qi.
Feng Baobao is just that kind of ordinary person. In her eyes, there is no such thing as normal people's morality. She only lives for herself. She will not be bound by human values. She is the freest. Therefore, she will not stop because these are living humans.
The others also realized that most of the zombies were still alive, and they began to stop attacking. However, how could the zombies, who had lost their minds and were out of control, stop? One of the superhumans was caught off guard and was pounced on and devoured by a group of zombies. His heart-wrenching screams woke everyone up.
"We can't stop. If we stop, we'll be the ones who die. They're already under the control of evil magic anyway, so they might not survive!" Looking at the unfortunate souls being eaten, everyone felt as if a heavy stone was pressing down on their hearts, making it hard to breathe.
At that moment, someone shouted out, expressing the sentiments of most people.
After all, that was the reality. The zombie horde had already surrounded them. If they stopped fighting, they would be the ones to die. Faced with a life-or-death choice, everyone was selfish. They all chose to let others die so that they could live. Only Zhang Chulan, Zhuge Qing, and a few other relatively rational superhumans began to retreat and recuperate.
Zhuge Qing loudly advised, "Everyone, stop fighting! We've already fallen into a trap. We can't afford to harm any more innocent people. Let's retreat. The zombies are slow-moving and won't be able to catch us!"
But no one listened to him. Most of them were bloodthirsty. From the moment that unlucky guy died, an inescapable shadow lingered in everyone's heart. The scythe of death was already at hand. Moreover, the fact that these people were still alive was only Zhuge Qing's judgment. In their eyes, these hideous, man-eating monsters were no longer worthy of being called human, so they killed them without any guilt.
Zhang Zhiwei stepped on the zombies' heads to propel himself up. After realizing that these were not zombies, he resolved his doubts and understood why the man in black robes could control so many zombies. It turned out to be a kind of evil magic similar to corpse-driving.
However, he now had reservations and dared not hurt these zombies. He still harbored a glimmer of hope that he could save these poor, controlled ordinary people and prevent things from spiraling out of control.
The old Celestial Master looked at the strange man who was slaughtering the living corpses in order to survive, a trace of sorrow flashed in his eyes, but he was powerless to do anything about it. He said sadly, "What is the purpose of what you are doing? Just to take revenge on Longhu Mountain, and to let these people kill ordinary people. What is your purpose?"
The man in black robes looked at Zhang Zhiwei approaching without retreating. He remained standing in place, revealing his masked face beneath his robes, and calmly said, "A-Le is dead, so I will use your blood to pay tribute, especially yours, Zhang Zhiwei. I will use your flesh and blood as the first offering for A-Le's return."
Hearing her incoherent ramblings, Zhang Zhiwei knew that she had fallen into a trance, and since that was the case, he would no longer show her any mercy.
His figure vanished instantly, reappearing behind the man in black robes. His right hand was crackling with lightning as thick as an arm, which, like a venomous drill, pierced through the man's body without hindrance, passing through his chest and spilling green blood and mangled flesh onto the ground.
"Damn it, we've been tricked!" Zhang Zhiwei saw the green blood and knew that this wasn't the mastermind. At the same time, a black plastic walkie-talkie fell out of the black-robed man's chest, and a voice continued to come from it, "Zhang Zhiwei, enjoy the feast I've prepared for you!"
Zhang Zhiwei was trying to pull his hand out, but the black-robed man's body secreted a large amount of viscous liquid that blocked the hole and stuck his hand firmly in place.
Seeing that the situation was not right and sensing that the poison was gradually seeping into the skin of his right hand, Zhang Zhiwei made a decisive move. He made a palm with his left hand, and golden light covered the surface of his skin. From a distance, it looked like a golden dagger slashing across.
The black-robed man's head flew off, rolled several times on the ground, and the mask he had been wearing fell off, revealing bluish skin and a frog-like face. His round eyes were wide open, bulging outwards, staring intently at Zhang Zhiwei.
The walkie-talkie spoke again, its tone tinged with schadenfreude, "I forgot to tell you, these are called Poisonous Frogmen. This time, the poisonous fog was spat out by them. They don't have any other skills, except that they are highly poisonous, and they also have this characteristic: they explode when they die."
"What!"
Before Zhang Zhiwei could react, the dead, highly toxic frogman that was stuck to his right hand suddenly spewed out dark green gas, enveloping Zhang Zhiwei. Then, with a loud "boom," it exploded, its body shattering into countless fragments, which fell to the ground, corroding a large number of plants and animals.
Some of the supernatural beings who were nearby were accidentally touched by this highly toxic substance. The toxin instantly penetrated the skin and entered the body, destroying a large number of tissue cells. At the same time, it continued to multiply by using the blood as nutrients, and instantly covered the whole body. A large number of blisters appeared on the skin, and the dark green liquid flowing in them could be seen from a distance.
These people, under the influence of this potent poison, suffered from unbearable itching all over their bodies. Unable to endure it any longer, they began to scratch the blisters on their bodies. Eventually, their wounds reopened, and they struggled in agony from the intense itching. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, they twisted their necks and took their own lives.
"Grandmaster!"
The Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain couldn't help but weep bitterly, seeing how these people had become like this simply from being stuck with debris, and how dangerous it must have been for Zhang Zhiwei, who was in the center of the poisonous fog.
"I'm fine!"
Zhang Zhiwei's weak voice traveled through the poisonous fog to everyone's ears. At the same time, intense lightning erupted where Zhang Zhiwei had been standing. The poisonous fog was instantly ignited by the extremely powerful lightning and was destroyed without any ability to resist.
The poisonous fog gradually thinned, revealing Zhang Zhiwei's figure. But before the Taoists could rejoice, they saw him breathing heavily and weakly. The golden light covering his body was still covered with the remnants of the poisonous frogman's flesh and blood, which kept corroding his golden light and made a "sizzling" sound, as if it were being ignited, and a few wisps of white smoke rose up.
Zhang Zhiwei groaned and spat out a mouthful of dark red blood. His expression eased considerably. At the same time, he manipulated lightning magic as if electric snakes were crawling all over his body, eliminating all the remaining debris one by one.
"As expected of the number one person in the world of supernatural beings, even the deadliest poison that can easily kill tens of thousands of people cannot harm you. However, I had already anticipated this, and I have prepared a surprise."
A voice, seemingly insane and unrestrained, came from the other end of the walkie-talkie. As her words fell, a tremendous sound echoed from within the poisonous fog.
It seemed as if something heavy was being dragged across the ground, making a sliding sound like stones.
Zhang Zhiwei's gaze pierced through the poisonous fog, and he saw six zombies dragging a huge rectangular object, which looked like a coffin!
Zhang Zhiwei sensed an unprecedented danger slowly approaching, like a prehistoric beast baring its fangs.
Ignoring Zhang Zhiwei's shock, the walkie-talkie continued, "This guy is quite an unexpected surprise. I don't know why he appeared in front of me, and he was seriously injured. An ordinary person might be helpless against him, but I am a descendant of the Liu family of Xiangxi. Our Liu family has been searching desperately for such a coveted creature, and now I have actually discovered him and successfully controlled him. It's truly as if even the heavens are helping me to destroy your Longhu Mountain. It's fate..."
Six zombies emerged from the poisonous fog, each bound by an iron chain that connected to a massive, dark red coffin. The coffin was five meters long and ten feet wide, exuding an eerie aura as it approached everyone, filling their hearts with an invisible oppression.
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Chapter 113: The Battle
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The coffin was made of redwood, and a talisman was drawn in cinnabar on the lid. Ink lines were drawn all around the coffin, making it look quite eerie.
Dark red blood slowly seeped from the edge of the coffin, dripping onto the corroded and sunken ground, accumulating into a blood pit.
Bang bang bang!
A knocking sound came from inside the coffin, as if something was constantly striking it, but it was trapped by the talisman drawn on the coffin. Zhuge Qing began to use the Qimen Manifestation Technique to investigate the situation inside the coffin.
Whether through sight, hearing, smell, touch, or even the sensation of turbulence, living beings can only perceive the information contained within the concrete existence of this world. As a sorcerer, Zhuge Qing possesses powerful perception abilities. In his perception, there is an evil creature inside the coffin trying to break free, representing bloodshed and darkness. The corresponding trigram in the Bagua is Gen, a creature closely related to the earth.
Just as Zhuge Qing continued his investigation, the knocking sounds inside the coffin stopped. The monster inside the coffin seemed to have noticed Zhuge Qing's investigation, and an evil, dark power began to erode Zhuge Qing's senses.
"I know, it's a flying yaksha inside!" Zhuge Qing severed his senses, but was still backfired by the corpse energy, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. Although it was only a fleeting moment, he had clearly seen the monster's true form—it was a monster from mythology.
A type of swift and powerful man-eating demon often mentioned in Buddhist scriptures. The Tang Dynasty scholar Kuiji, in his commentary on the Lotus Sutra, Volume 2, states: "Yaksha, meaning swift and powerful, flies through the air." Therefore, it is also called "Flying Yaksha."
However, there are also folk legends that the Flying Yaksha is a type of zombie and has extremely powerful strength. According to the divination of Zhuge Qinggang, the monster's zodiac sign is Gen, so the monster in the coffin should be the Flying Yaksha among zombies. It is precisely because of this that it was subdued by the corpse-driving method. After all, everyone has their own expertise, and the Liu family is an expert in studying zombies.