Zhang Yang gradually regained consciousness, but found that he was in the darkness, and a rotten and moldy smell came to his nostrils.
"What is this place? How did I come here?"
He raised his hand to touch his surroundings. I found that my limbs were stiff, my arms couldn't bend, and my joints seemed to be rusted.
I can only be sure that the environment here is very cramped, and there are board-like existences on the top, bottom, left, and right. It feels... like a coffin!
The bad feeling, coupled with physical discomfort, made Zhang Yang feel an inexplicable irritability.
"What the hell is this place? Who locked me up? No, I have to get out of here quickly."
Thinking of this, I no longer hesitated, I stretched out my hand and pushed hard.
creaking—
The jerky voice, echoing in the silent environment, sounded a little scary.
Boom!
Amidst a loud noise, dust flew up.
The wooden board in front of him has been pushed down.
Zhang Yang found that although his arms looked stiff, they were really strong, and he couldn't help but feel a little satisfied. It seemed that he was not injured.
Boom!
Without bending your legs, with your arms raised flat, you can jump two or three meters away.
This is completely subconscious action.
Zhang Yang's original intention was to step out, but his subconscious mind dominated his body and jumped out.
"Huh? What's going on here?"
Only then did Zhang Yang start to pay attention to his own strangeness.
He twisted his stiff neck and looked at himself. Even with his boldness, he almost fainted.
A rotting clothes, the style is antique, it seems that it has been a few years; the bare skin, like the hands, is dry and yellow; the fingernails are blue and purple, more than an inch long...
Moreover, there is obviously no light in the whole space, and he should be able to see everything around him clearly.
Zhang Yang suddenly had an extremely bad feeling.
On the ground not far away, a bronze mirror was thrown.
Zhang Feng jumped lightly.
Boom!
The heavy footsteps landed, kicking up a cloud of dust, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground echoed in the lonely and somewhat terrifying space.
With a stiff body, even wanting to squat down has become a luxury.
Fortunately, with just bowing his head like this, he could still see his own appearance in the bronze mirror.
Blue-faced fangs, dry and stiff skin, vicious and bloodshot eyes...
Zombies—
Zhang Yang instantly became fortified!
There is only one concept left in my mind.
Suddenly, there was a series of "creaking—" shaft-squeaking sounds from around.
Boom!
Boom!
The plank fell down, sending up waves of dust.
Zhang Yang stared in horror, and around him, zombie "companions" jumped out of coffins standing upright...
Zhang Yang, male, 26 years old.
During the college entrance examination, the inspiration illuminated the body, and he played a big role, surpassing the usual, and was admitted to a third-rate university.
After four years of wandering around, he didn't find a job after graduation, so he naturally became a great and glorious otaku, living a standard dick-style life of watching movies, surfing the Internet, and masturbating.
When he set a record of 116 days without going downstairs, he suddenly realized that summer had arrived. Thinking of the freshness of the beauties all over the street after wearing beautiful dresses, the old otaku was heartbroken, wiped off his saliva with a tissue, and resolutely ended his retreat.
Unlucky, I just walked to the gate of the Normal University, and before I saw the MM with a score of 90 or above, I bumped into an old beggar first.
"Brother, please stay!"
Zhang Yang turned his head subconsciously, and saw the old beggar circling around him with an exaggerated expression, looking him up and down, as if he was a beautiful MM with a score of 99: "Brother, I see that you are absolutely amazed, your qualifications are extremely high. Jia, he is a once-in-a-hundred-year-old talent for cultivating immortals. This "Taiyin Formation" is the most suitable for you. If you and I are destined, I will charge you ten yuan and teach you how about it?"
While talking, the old beggar mysteriously took out a black book from his pocket.
Zhang Yang pouted in disdain, thinking that this kind of deception is too low-level, right? Don't say that I am a good young man in the 21st century, even a seven or eight-year-old child on the side of the road will not be fooled.
Thinking about it in my heart, but accidentally took it, and opened it to have a look.
There was no handwriting on the book, but there were countless black halos, spinning, spinning... Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yang's head began to spin around, and he lost consciousness.
When I woke up again, I was already in this ghost place.
"It must be the ghost of the old beggar. Looking at me now, I am clearly a zombie."
As Zhang Yang spoke, he reached out and pulled his skin, making sure that this thing could never be faked.
"But, how could I become a zombie? What a cake!"
"Could it be that the old beggar is a main god, and he let me be reborn as a possessor to experience another life?"
As a standard otaku, Zhang Yang has a certain awareness. Under the influence of online novels, I quickly recognized my current situation.
Zhang Yang's character is easygoing. It didn't take long for him to be content with the status quo and began to accept his identity as a zombie.
"I passed out after glancing at that shabby book, and then I got here. So, what about the shabby book?"
Zhang Yang just thought of "Taiyin Refining Shape", and in his consciousness, a torn book with a black cover immediately appeared, with a few words on it—Taiyin Refining Shape.
"Damn! It's not true!"
Zhang Yang was taken aback.
"Illusion? Not like!"
Zhang Yang shifted his consciousness to the four words "Taiyin Refining Form", and immediately there were small characters emerging one after another: "The dead are refined in the ground, their claws grow late, the corpse is like a living one, the art of enlightenment after a long time..."
The more he looked down, the more solemn Zhang Yang's face became.
This is clearly explaining the reasons for the formation of zombies and the methods of cultivating them to be powerful.
Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat.
Even if you become a zombie, being a powerful zombie is definitely much more enjoyable than being a weak zombie!
"Whether it's true or not! I'll practice first and try!"
After making up his mind, Zhang Yang first looked up at the surrounding environment.
This is a gloomy and empty cave, dark and damp, obviously poorly ventilated.
Fortunately, the area is large enough, with more than a dozen zombie companions bouncing around here, it doesn't look crowded.
Just when Zhang Yang was considering whether to say hello to them, he saw these companions jumping out with a "boom, boom, boom" as if they had made an agreement.
Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he followed.
The entrance of the cave is long, narrow and damp, only the sound of "dongdong" footsteps echoes.
The outside is covered with various mountain vines and shrubs, which play a good role in sheltering.
Out of the cave, the eyes suddenly opened up.
A bright moon hangs in the sky, and the surrounding faint clouds are like blue smoke.
The smoky and bright moon did not weaken the moonlight.
The moonlight was still bright, illuminating the whole world in a hazy state.
Surrounded by mountains on the ground, there are jagged rocks, thunder and thunder in the mountains, dangerous peaks stand tall, and there are thousands of postures.
A roar of beasts came from the mountain, adding to the atmosphere of desolation.
Just at the right time, a fairy in white stepped on a flying sword and turned into a stream of light across the sky.
The light shirt is fluttering, with an awe-inspiring and inviolable sacred look.
As if noticing the situation on the ground, the speed of the stream of light dropped sharply, and the fairy in white looked down.
The forest at the entrance of the cave is dense, and more than a dozen zombies are stuck here like wooden stakes, lifeless. Fairy in white didn't seem to notice anything unusual, and seemed to be in a hurry, so she hesitated for a moment before continuing to move forward.
The fairy world!
This is a fairy world!
Zhang Yang's heart was agitated.
Traveling to the world of fairy tales, fighting monsters and upgrading to hunt for treasures, keeping the secrets of picking up girls and pursuing longevity are the dreams of every otaku dick.
However, Zhang Yang became entangled immediately!
Meow meow! We don't want to cross time to become a jade-faced little Bodhidharma who wins Pan An by the wind in a jade tree, and a pear blossom crushes a begonia. He is born with the capital to eat soft food;
Looking at the poor appearance of a zombie now, don't talk about picking up girls, I'm afraid that the fairy in white will come over with a flying sword as soon as she sees her - evildoer will die!
Traveling through the world of cultivating immortals, it is doomed not to have the chance to win a few fairies and aunts. This is probably the biggest tragedy for dicks.
Boom boom boom!
The regular sound of heavy objects falling to the ground interrupted Zhang Yang's thoughts.
When he looked up, he saw more than a dozen zombie companions jumping down the mountain.
Woo—
Zhang Yang let out a deep growl, and wanted to catch up, but after a little thought, he stopped.
As a zombie, he didn't feel how powerful he was.
On the contrary, as a fan of Lin Zhengying's "Zombie Daoist", Zhang Yang is very aware of the embarrassing status of zombies, and he will be hunted down at every turn.
Looking at his stiff body, not to mention, even if he meets the fairy-level master who just flew over, he will probably die from death.
It is really irrational to wander around without understanding your own strength and the surrounding situation.
Wanting to understand the truth, Zhang Yang calmed down and imagined "Taiyin Refining Shape", and the black book really came out of his consciousness, with densely packed small characters one by one.
"Taiyin Refining Shape" is divided into four parts: Body Refining Chapter, Object Refining Chapter, Puppet Chapter and Miscellaneous Chapter.
Sharpening a knife does not cut firewood by mistake. Zhang Yang looked at it from the beginning and read it carefully in order to select one of the exercises suitable for his own cultivation.
The content of "Taiyin Refining Shape" is huge, and many of them require careful thinking.
Every time Zhang Yang looked at it for a while, he would stop and think carefully.
I didn't finish the whole book until the moon hung on the west tip.
Withdrawing his consciousness from the book, he breathed a sigh of relief. Close your eyes and organize your thoughts.
At this time, Zhang Yang also had a certain understanding of his own situation.
"Taiyin Refining Form" records that zombies are divided into jumping corpses, wandering corpses, purple zombies, black zombies, hairy zombies, flying zombies, and drought zombies according to their grades from high to low; .
Zhang Yang compared the various characteristics, and finally determined that his body was just a low-level jumping corpse.
Zombies that have just formed from corpses in the shade are called jumping corpses. The strength is relatively strong, which is about two to several times that of ordinary people; but the movements are stiff, and there is no wisdom-of course, the wisdom is amazing, and it is not a problem for crossing Zhangyang.
If an ordinary strong man has a guy in his hand and can overcome his fear, he can easily deal with a jumping corpse.
Zhang Yang wanted to speak and shed tears first. Well, this is literally starting from scratch...
However, he was not very discouraged.
"It doesn't matter! With "Taiyin Refining Shape" and my smart mind, even a little jumping corpse will sooner or later be able to cultivate into a drought that can cross the world and dare to challenge the gods."
"Hmph! Thieves, I want you to know that I, Zhang Yang, was a dick in my previous life, and I must live a good life after time travel!"
Zhang Yang let out a low growl, and stretched out his middle finger towards the sky.
It's hard for his stiff fingers to make such a difficult movement.