Deep in the mountains and old forests, ancient trees stand tall.
The undulating mountains were like a ferocious evil dragon. At three quarters past midnight, a heavy yin energy swept across the entire deep mountain range.
“Ouch!”
A horrifying howl pierced the silent sky, like a stone thrown into the water splashing up a thousand layers of waves; the old trees swayed, ghosts cried and wolves howled, the howls came one after another, sounding horrifying and mournful, but if you listened carefully you would find that what was contained in them was more of - pain!
From far to near, I saw a thin figure standing on a large green rock that was not blocked by branches and leaves. He was seven feet tall, and his clothes looked like strips of cloth. His face was distorted and hideous, and there were four sharp teeth deep in his lips, reflecting a cold light in the moonlight.
He looks like a real savage!
The horrifying howling sounds came from his mouth. He tilted his head towards the full moon above him. The pure white and cold moonlight enveloped him like a beam of light, making him look ethereal and terrifying.
After half an hour, the howling stopped, and the figure shrouded in the moonlight fell on his back on the green rock at his feet. The ferocious face returned to calm, revealing a sharp-edged face with a line of clear tears on it.
"What the hell is this place!" He said with an inexplicable empty look in his eyes and a bitter grin on his lips, looking up at the waning moon in the sky which had turned into a bowstring.
In his previous life, he was a young archaeologist and a well-known archaeology professor at a university. His name was Feng Qingyang, a graceful and free-spirited name.
Once when he was cleaning the underground mausoleum of Qin Shihuang, he accidentally touched a blue eyeball on a bronze warhorse, and it was torn here.
At this time, the cyan bead was in his hand, emitting a green light that enveloped him. Then Feng Qingyang felt the changes in himself. Four sharp fangs grew in his mouth, and his whole body became extremely hard. His mind was filled with a bloodthirsty feeling. He also felt a deep sense of closeness to the moonlight.
"What the hell is this?"
The cyan eyeball held in his hand was icy cold, like a green agate, emitting a green glow under the moonlight, strange and unusual.
“Bang!”
Feng Qingyang stared at the green bead with anger on his face, and randomly smashed it hard on the green rock under him, and the green eyeball made a crisp sound.
"It's because of you that I lost everything, my parents, my job!..."
Feng Qingyang's face became even angrier. He felt so angry when he thought of these things. He also hated himself for being so fiddly. If he hadn't touched the blue eyeball, he wouldn't have been brought to such a strange place.
"It's all because of you that I have become neither human nor ghost; I will smash you to pieces today!" As an archaeology professor, his character must be very good. It can be imagined how angry he is when Feng Qingyang swore continuously.
He stood up and looked around, picked up a sharp-edged stone from beside the green rock, and weighed it in his hand.
"How can I relieve my hatred if I don't break you today?"
Putting the green bead on the stone, Feng Qingyang used all his strength to smash the stone down.
“Crack!”
The green bead shattered with a sound, and Feng Qingyang's face showed madness. He stretched out his hands and dug in the ruins, only to see a black blood-drop-like object the size of a fingernail exposed where the green bead was broken.
Looking at the black thing, Feng Qingyang was shocked. He took the blood drop in his hand. It felt warm, like a piece of soft jade.
He frowned and said, "What the hell is this? Judging from its quality, it must be five thousand years old..."
"That's not right. It's only been more than two thousand years since the Qin Shi Huang period!" Feng Qingyang held it in his hand and looked at it carefully, his brain working rapidly. Only at this moment did he calm down and start thinking.
There was a gleam of wisdom in his eyes, and they looked like an abyss.
I saw that the blood-drop-like thing had many crooked lines on it, and if I looked closely, the lines seemed to be a human figure.
"This?" Feng Qingyang let out a light exclamation, put the blood dropper in his mouth and bit it with his teeth.
“Puff!”
It broke into pieces as soon as he bit it, and he felt a cool liquid flowing down his throat. Feng Qingyang was shocked and wanted to spit it out quickly.
“Puff, puff, puff!”
No matter how hard he tried to vomit, he couldn't vomit, and his body quickly began to stiffen.
"Oh? Zombie bloodline? And it's the bloodline of the king of zombies!" A vicissitudes and extremely joyful voice suddenly sounded in Feng Qingyang's ears.
"Who? Who is talking?" Feng Qingyang was startled by the sudden voice and his heart skipped a beat.
"Don't look for it, it's me talking!"
"who… "
Feng Qingyang turned back hurriedly. It would have been better if he hadn't looked. As soon as he looked, he fell off the green rock. His eyes bulged slightly, as if he had seen something incredible.
He got up from the ground in a panic and said, "You...you...what the hell are you!"
Following the direction of his finger, I saw a transparent figure floating in front of him. The figure was wearing armor and had a pair of sharp fangs sticking out of its mouth. Although it was transparent, it still emitted a bloodthirsty light.
"What the hell? I am the Supreme Zombie, your ancestor. Can you be a little respectful?" The transparent figure twisted rapidly, and it took a while for it to stabilize. It stretched out its pair of fangs that shone with cold light and said to Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang took two steps back, his face was filled with extreme fear, and his heart was filled with turmoil. In his previous life, he was an archaeologist and had come across many strange things, but most of them could be explained scientifically. In the final analysis, he was still a typical materialist!
But what he was facing now was beyond his imagination. Even his previous changes had never surprised him so much!
"Zombie... Zombie... Or the Supreme Zombie!" Even though he didn't quite understand, he could guess that he was not simple.
call!
It seemed like a gust of wind blew, and the figure appeared in front of Feng Qingyang in the blink of an eye, looking Feng Qingyang up and down with a pair of eyes.
"You...what are you going to do...did you bring me to this place?" Feng Qingyang took a breath of cold air, and before he noticed it, he found that the figure was sticking to his side. The hairs on his body stood up immediately and cold sweat broke out.
"Very smart! That's right, this is the world of cultivation, you are born with the blood of the Corpse King, and it is your Corpse King blood that attracted my blood essence and brought you to this place!" The figure stared at Feng Qingyang, who had a terrified face, with interest.
Then he crossed his arms, his face changed, and he said with a smile: "I have waited for countless years, and finally I have waited for you! It is worth it that you swallowed my blood and essence!"
Feng Qingyang looked up and asked warily: "Are you really a zombie? Then why don't you walk in a hopping manner?"
"Hehehe! Boy, I am not only a zombie, but also the supreme zombie. As for what you said about walking by jumping, that is just the lowest level of jumping corpse!" The figure stared at Feng Qingyang with a pair of scarlet eyes and laughed sinisterly.
"Take this copy of Taiyin Sutra and have a look. This is the unrivaled secret skill of our zombie clan!" As he spoke, the figure shook, and an ancient yellow book flew towards Feng Qingyang out of thin air.
Feng Qingyang was trembling with fear, and was about to turn the page, when he saw the old yellow book fly directly into his brain. He was so frightened that he stood there at a loss as to what to do.
"Don't be afraid, kid. Just recite it silently in your mind!" a figure at the side reminded.
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm his fragile heart.
As he silently recited, a series of small words appeared in his mind. They were concise and easy to understand, and the first one was an introduction to the zombie cultivation method.
The levels of zombies are jumping zombies, wandering zombies, black zombies, purple zombies, flying zombies, zombie kings and zombie emperors, which correspond to the Qi Refining period, Foundation Building period, Golden Elixir period, Nascent Soul period, Entering Dao period, Transforming Dao period and Combining Dao period in the human cultivation world.
"Forget it. I didn't expect that I would actually turn into a zombie. The most infuriating thing is that I'm actually just a small jumping corpse!" After finding out what happened and considering his current condition, Feng Qingyang's face was full of helplessness and bitterness, and he wanted to cry but had no tears.
"Practice?"
Feng Qingyang's head moved, and a method of cultivation suddenly emerged in his mind.
"Zombies are of the Yin element. It is said that the king of corpses worships the moon. The moon is not one of the five elements. The moonlight that descends at night is used by zombies..."
"Absorb it into the body to open up the sea of qi, unblock the stiff limbs, break through the shackles of the body, evolve into a wandering corpse... and finally achieve the supreme body!"
Feng Qingyang's eyes lit up when he saw this. There is always a way out. Since he has come to this world, even if he is a small jumping corpse, he must go against the will of heaven and reach the peak of zombies!
"Boy, practice well. This is just a thought of mine. After struggling for so many years, it's time to find them." The figure circled Feng Qingyang twice, and a look of relief appeared on his transparent face.
"What is your name, senior?" Seeing that he was about to disappear, Feng Qingyang felt reluctant to let him go for some reason, even though it was only for half an hour.
"I am General Ying Gou!" The figure looked at Feng Qingyang and shook twice, and a pair of sharp fangs seemed to have shortened.
After he finished speaking, his figure gradually began to fade, like a layer of transparent waves swaying in the cold night sky, slowly disappearing between heaven and earth.