"This is troublesome..."
Almost the instant the zombie barged in, Lin Fengjiao recognized its identity, which was precisely why she found it somewhat troublesome.
This zombie was clearly raised by that old man. Its ferocious aura chilled Lin Fengjiao to the bone. In addition, there was a mysterious old man by her side. Today was probably going to be a bit troublesome.
"roar!"
While Lin Fengjiao was in a daze, the zombie did not stop. Under its master's command, it let out a low growl, took off running, and charged straight at Lin Fengjiao.
The zombie, with its ashen face, two sharp fangs protruding from its mouth, and a fierce glint in its eyes, resembled a humanoid beast, causing Lin Fengjiao's expression to change drastically.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
It was as if the earth was shaking and the mountains were collapsing.
Without further hesitation, Lin Fengjiao flicked her peach wood sword and thrust it straight forward. As she channeled her spiritual energy, a thin, captivating luster appeared on the sword.
"laugh!"
Like hot oil meeting cold water, Lin Fengjiao stabbed the zombie in the chest with her sword, but it only penetrated less than two inches, emitting a puff of white smoke and a foul stench.
"roar!"
The zombie roared in agony as its large, round hand slammed down.
Lin Fengjiao dared not take the hit head-on, and slipped, quickly dodging away.
With a backhand thrust, in a move reminiscent of Su Qin carrying a sword, the tip of the sword flicked and pierced the zombie's back, sending up another plume of white smoke.
This zombie was incredibly strong, but not very intelligent. Lin Fengjiao didn't dare to confront it head-on, so she adopted a hit-and-run strategy, moving around the zombie and teetering on the edge of life and death.
Although cultivators at the Qi Refining Realm have cultivated spiritual power within their bodies, their physical attributes are not significantly superior to those of ordinary people.
If Lin Fengjiao were to be grabbed or slapped by this zombie, she would be severely injured even if she didn't die. A slight mishap could result in her being instantly killed.
After a dozen or so moves, the zombie had been struck by Lin Fengjiao's sword more than ten times, leaving it covered in wounds, but they were all minor and did not affect its movement.
Lin Fengjiao, however, was different. In the battle where her mental energy was highly concentrated, her spiritual power was almost depleted, and her physical strength was also at its limit.
"This can't go on, I'll die at its hands sooner or later!"
Lin Fengjiao was panting heavily, her face flushed, and thick white smoke rose from her head, a sign that she was exerting all her strength.
After thrusting his sword out again, he did a lazy roll, took two steps back to avoid the zombie, and then ran away, returning to the ancestral hall.
"Quick, chase after them!"
The mysterious old man rushed out of the morgue, leading a large group of people, and followed behind Lin Fengjiao.
Just then, Lin Fengjiao, dressed in elaborate attire, walked out. She wore thick cloth shoes, an apricot-yellow Tai Chi robe, and an ancestral Chunyang crown. In her left hand she held a Qiankun Bagua mirror, and in her right hand she held a thousand-year-old peach wood sword. She was majestic and imposing, exuding authority without anger.
"roar!"
When the zombie saw him come out, it rushed over immediately without the feng shui master's permission, its eyes exceptionally red. After all, Lin Fengjiao had stabbed it more than a dozen times, so how could it not hold a grudge?
"Sizzle..."
A large handful of glutinous rice was thrown at the zombie, hitting it completely and immediately producing a puff of white smoke. The two opposing forces of yin and yang reacted with a strange spiritual energy upon contact.
The power of this large handful of glutinous rice was even greater than the damage Lin Fengjiao inflicted on the zombie with her peach wood sword.
Lin Fengjiao struck successfully, but without hesitation, she took advantage of his illness to kill him, raising the thousand-year-old peach wood sword bestowed upon her by her sect and stabbing it directly into the zombie's chest.
"Sizzle..."
Like a hot knife through butter, the thousand-year-old peach wood sword, imbued with spiritual power, easily pierced the zombie's chest, penetrating nearly a foot into its flesh.
"Roar roar roar!"
The zombie went berserk, roaring and howling, its body radiating black, malevolent energy like a floodgate bursting open.
Its meager intelligence instantly realized it couldn't win.
It hesitated.
Lin Fengjiao was unaware of the zombie's thoughts. After thrusting out his sword, he took out a talisman from his pocket, chanted incantations, and made hand seals.
As the spiritual energy circulated, the talisman flashed with light and was instantly activated.
He reached out and touched the talisman, attaching its light to the sword to enhance its power. Then, he thrust the sword at the zombie.
"Awoo..."
The sword pierced the zombie's chest, creating a hole.
"roar…"
The zombie screamed in pain, took a few steps back, and turned to run away.
A cornered dog will jump over the wall; a desperate corpse will climb onto the roof.
The zombie leaped three meters high, a flying corpse from outer space jumped onto the courtyard wall, stepped onto the top of the wall, left the mortuary, and ran away.
If we don't run now, we're going to die here.
Its pitiful intelligence was frantically issuing warnings within itself.
In no time at all, they disappeared without a trace.