"I don't know when I'll be able to jump into the corpse in the later stage. By then, my hands will be restored and I can walk out of this damn forest."
A mumbling voice was heard in the dark cave. It was Feng Qingyang who had just jumped into the middle stage of the game not long ago.
He was seen lying on a stone bed with his arms and legs spread out. There were many dry leaves under the bed. His sharp fangs were exposed outside his lips, and his pair of pitch-black eyes were wide open.
This cave was the first place where he was torn to. He had been here for three months, and the darkness was no longer a problem for him.
Since he jumped from the purchase price to the mid-term corpse jump, he clearly felt that his senses seemed to have become much stronger, especially the night vision. Even in the dead of night without any light, he could still see clearly.
He was mumbling to himself when he suddenly heard whispering coming from outside the cave, and it sounded like the voices of humans.
"Someone is coming?" Feng Qingyang almost jumped several feet high. He had been alone for three months and thought he was isolated from the world.
He stood up and was about to walk out when he suddenly stopped. He retracted his foot without leaving a trace, turned his head and looked at the cave carefully to see if there was any hiding place.
Why did he hide? Just when he turned over, he remembered that he was no longer human, and now he was naked, with only a bunch of leaves around his waist. This was not surprising, but it was his fangs. If someone saw them, even a three-year-old child would say he was a zombie.
Besides, those who can go deep into the mountains are definitely not ordinary people. Ever since Feng Qingyang accepted the fact that he had turned into a zombie, he has believed that there are many things in this world that cannot be explained by science, such as the world of cultivation mentioned by the disappeared zombie ancestor Ying Gou.
"These must be the immortals from the world of cultivation. If they find me, they will definitely kill me the first time..." Feng Qingyang was secretly annoyed and was wondering why he was so unlucky when the footsteps outside the cave became more and more obvious.
He made up his mind and quietly walked to a blind corner of the cave and stood there. The cave was backed by a broken tree, which blocked the light and made it pitch black inside.
He held his breath and smiled helplessly, then he remembered that he had no breath and only a cold and stiff body.
"Brother, are we going down now?" A sharp voice was heard from outside the cave.
Feng Qingyang forced a trace of depression on his stiff face.
“Call me senior brother? Oh no, he must be from the world of cultivation. I don’t know how powerful his cultivation is…” He took a deep breath of the Yin energy in the cave. Although he had never seen anyone from the world of cultivation before, he was ready to fight to the death.
"Huh..." I saw a piece of yellow talisman paper floating down in the cave. It suddenly burned in mid-air and turned into a small sun hanging in the sky, which lasted for a long time. The fire was not too strong and could only illuminate the surrounding area of several meters before being swallowed by the remaining darkness.
Then there were two loud thuds and two figures, one fat and one thin, jumped in from outside the cave.
"Brother, your spell skills are getting more and more powerful..." The thin man looked nervous but said in a flattering way.
The fat man did not answer. His bright eyes carefully looked around the cave, and he shook his head secretly and said, "The fire talisman technique is only the lowest level of talisman after all. If you don't know this, you are not worthy of being called a Maoshan person."
As he spoke, he threw out another piece of talisman paper, which burned and hung in the air.
This time the light was sufficient, making the dark cave bright. I saw that the cave was full of strange rocks. A small stone bed was leaning against the left edge, and there was a pile of leaves on the stone bed.
The fat man walked to the stone bed and touched it with his hand. It was cold, as if he was touching ice. Then he sniffed it with his nose.
"It's true. There is a zombie here. Judging from its aura, it might be a mid-stage zombie." The fat man said surprisingly.
Grabbing a handful of talisman paper, he began to check around the cave.
“Master… Senior Brother…” At this time the fat man began to call out nervously again. He felt more and more nervous now.
"Don't make noise..."
Feng Qingyang saw all of this clearly from the blind spot and was secretly anxious. Seeing that they were holding talismans in their hands, it was obvious that they were Taoists who were good at fighting zombies.
It was really a bad year. He encountered two Taoists just when he entered the mid-term corpse jumping game. Feng Qingyang secretly groaned. The fat man was driving closer and closer to him. He was anxious like an ant on a hot pan. Unconsciously, his nails were slowly growing longer, and the fangs in his mouth were extending with a cold light flashing.
"Huh..."
A sudden gust of cold wind blew in the cave. The fat man stopped abruptly and looked at the blind spot where Feng Qingyang was hiding with uncertainty. He took out the fixed zombie plate and saw that, as expected, the pointer was no longer spinning randomly, but was pointing steadily at the blind spot.
"Damn it, I've been discovered." Feng Qingyang cried out inwardly, and with his keen senses he clearly felt a hint of danger.
"Taishang Laojun, please obey my order quickly!" At this time, the fat man's shout came from the air, and a piece of yellow talisman paper suddenly burned and turned into a fire dragon rushing towards the blind spot.
The oncoming scorching heat made Feng Qingyang's hair curl slightly, and he jumped out with all his strength.
There was a loud bang, smoke and dust scattered everywhere, and the place where he had been hiding was blown to pieces by the fire dragon.
"Phew... That was close..." Feng Qing looked at the blind spot where things could fly around at any time and took a deep breath. She finally understood how powerful the people in the world of cultivation were.
Fortunately, he met two young Taoist priests. If he had met some slightly stronger cultivators, I'm afraid that they would be able to chop off his head with a flying sword.
“Demon, where are you escaping to…” At this moment, a gust of evil wind came from behind, and a sense of danger appeared in my heart.
Feng Qingyang ran to the side without thinking, but unfortunately he was still a step too slow.
The peach wood sword in the fat man's hand hit Feng Qingyang's back directly, and a charred color as if burned by fire suddenly appeared on his exposed surface.
"Hiss... It hurts!" Feng Qingyang groaned and smashed the stone opposite the cave, instantly smashing a lot of strange rocks.
The peach wood sword looked thin, but when it hit him it was like being struck by lightning.
Feng Qingyang looked back and saw the fat man wearing a yellow robe, holding a sword in one hand and a talisman in the other, glaring at him.
"Taishang Laojun's urgent order!"
He shouted loudly, and threw a piece of talisman in his hand, which turned into a fire dragon in mid-air and rushed towards him.
"Oh shit, you're still pestering me." Feng Qing was furious. He howled, quickly dodged and kicked the thin man who was still in a daze in the center of the cave.
"Bang!"
The thin man groaned, and then was kicked backwards like a ball, breaking the stone pillar behind him and stopping only after sticking to the wall.
"Puff!" He spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression was listless and he looked like he was about to die.
You have to know that the force of Feng Qingyang's full-strength kick is probably no less than a thousand pounds. His previous casual kick on the thin man had at least several hundred pounds of force. This alone was enough to give him a hard time.
"Bamboo pole!" The fat man saw the thin man flying backwards, and hurried over to support him. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was still alive. He turned around and looked at Feng Qingyang angrily.
"Damn it, can't I, the Taoist master, take care of a little zombie like you today?" As he said that, he sent out two talismans, one from the left and one from the right, floating towards Feng Qingyang in a pincer attack.
"Hurry!" With an angry shout, two pieces of talisman paper burned violently and turned into two fire dragons that crossed and rolled towards Feng Qingyang.
Poor Feng Qingyang, even though he was already in the middle stage of corpse jumping, unfortunately he didn't know any magic and only had brute force. This time he was hit hard by two fire dragons.
"Ah!" He let out a scream and felt as if he had fallen into a volcano and was being burned by countless flames.
"Damn it, if the zombies don't show their power, do you think I'm a sick cat? After all, I'm also the bloodline of the zombie king!" Feng Qingyang frantically practiced the "Taiyin Sutra" to resist the burning force that invaded his body.
A chilly and icy breath appeared in the cave. The Nine Yin Manual was indeed extraordinary. The corpse qi in his body was like ten thousand years of ice. The cold air froze the flames on his body in an instant.
“No… Not good…” The fat man saw the changes in Feng Qingyang, his pupils searching, as if he saw something incredible.
"This is not an ordinary zombie..." He immediately picked up the thin man beside him and tried to jump out of the cave.
Feng Qingyang smiled sinisterly, his fangs flashing with cold light.
"I just want to run away after being beaten. How can it be so easy?" After exerting his full strength in the 'Nine Yin Manual', he felt that his whole body was filled with strength, and his ability to resist also increased a lot.
He flashed by like a ghost, then appeared behind the fat man, waving his stiff arms.
"Bang!" The fat man was like a kite with a broken string. He was knocked into the cave by Feng Qingyang and rolled several times before he stopped.
“Hehehe…” Feng Qingyang walked forward with a strange laugh, wanting to play a good trick on the two Taoists. After all, he had just come to this world, and even though he was a zombie, he could not change his human nature, which was why he could not bring himself to kill them.
"You...what on earth are you...you are definitely not a zombie..." the fat man stuttered at this time. He raised his head to reveal a disheveled face, his eyes full of horror.
You have to know that ordinary jumping corpses, even those in the later stages, can't walk like humans, let alone think. But Feng Qingyang broke the common sense. In addition to maintaining a human appearance, he could also walk. How could these signs not horrify the fat Taoist priest
"Oh? I'm not a zombie?" Feng Qingyang was stunned for a moment. He still hasn't sorted out his thoughts. The disappeared General Ying Gou clearly said that he was a zombie
Could it be... An idea suddenly occurred to him, "Could it be that this is the difference of the Corpse King's bloodline?"