Kapitel 342: Chapter 342: Hold On, I Can Do It
"His clothing looks familiar." One-Eye carefully examined the tattered robe, noticing some faintly visible patterns. A thought struck him.
"A dragon robe! He's wearing a dragon robe! Could he be an ancient emperor?"
He felt the situation on Changbai Mountain growing increasingly bizarre. It wasn't unheard of for emperors to be buried on Changbai Mountain, but such burials were typically supreme rites, conducted within grand imperial mausoleums. How could an emperor end up as a zombie here?
The clan elder said, "An emperor's tomb, regardless of location, is a revered and forbidden ground, offered incense by descendants. This monster before us… are you certain he's an emperor?"
"If the clothes on his body truly belong to him, then I'm certain." One-Eye affirmed.
He couldn't understand what was happening. The lack of information made it difficult to discern the zombie's identity or the dynasty he belonged to.
"I'm scared." Little Treasure hid fearfully behind Lin Fan, clutching his hand. Yet, despite his fear, Little Treasure peeked at the zombie with half his face exposed.
Perhaps the ugly are always strangely captivating.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Lin Fan comforted Little Treasure's fearful heart.
The clan elder declared, "This place is truly strange. Let me test this fellow's abilities."
As soon as he finished speaking, he charged towards the emperor zombie.
Having absorbed fresh blood, the emperor zombie's body had gradually swelled, a stark contrast to its previous state. Its aura was now stronger.
But for the clan elder, everything was within his expectations. There was no difference.
The emperor zombie, seeing someone approaching with such a delicious smell, roared, spewing a thick corpse-qi, and swept its arms horizontally.
"You overestimate yourself!" The clan elder roared, his raspy voice piercing the air. But at this moment, such details were insignificant.
A dull boom echoed as they collided.
The emperor zombie flew backward, its body smashed with bloody holes. A foul stench filled the air. The clan elder frowned; his arm, grazed by the zombie's nails, was bleeding.
This was no serious matter for the clan elder. Just a minor injury.
"Don't be careless. That's a jiangshi. According to the Strange Chronicles, if you're bitten or scratched by a jiangshi, you'll be infected with corpse poison and become a jiangshi yourself," One-Eye warned.
The clan elder, about to continue his assault, paused at One-Eye's words.
Really?
But soon, he noticed something amiss. The scratched area sizzled, oozing black blood. The surrounding skin turned dark, just as One-Eye had described.
"Why didn't you say so earlier?" the clan elder complained.
One-Eye replied, "You didn't ask."
The clan elder felt a toxin rampaging through his body, seemingly rushing towards his heart. If the toxin reached his heart, it would be incurable.
In this critical moment, the clan elder sealed off the toxin, struggling against it. He was fortunate that One-Eye had warned him; otherwise, he might have been caught off guard, realizing the danger only when it was too late.
He now realized how insidious this emperor zombie was. During their exchange, the zombie had deliberately left such a large opening, appearing unable to defend itself, just to seize the opportunity to scratch him. Truly despicable.
He despised such tactics.
But from a combat perspective, he acknowledged its effectiveness.
However, the emperor zombie was battered to this extent, barely able to stand. Relying on this toxin to fight him was clearly a self-destructive strategy.
Soon, he realized things weren't as he thought.
The emperor zombie, floating in mid-air, emitted a black mist. The bloody holes in its body vanished completely, restoring it to its original form.
"This…"
The clan elder stared as if he had seen a ghost, unable to believe his eyes. It had been torn apart, yet it could regenerate. Was this thing immortal?
One-Eye warned, "Retreat! You can't fight anymore." He sensed something was wrong.
The clan elder's face was slightly pale. A bluish tint appeared around his eyes.
"Why?" the clan elder asked, finding One-Eye's words baffling. Couldn't he see he was in the middle of a fight, and feeling lively and energetic? Perfectly fine.
"Look at your eyes. The blood that splattered on your face was absorbed directly into your skin. Your situation is dire. The more you move, the more active the corpse poison becomes," One-Eye explained.
The clan elder was stunned.
Wu Sheng looked closely. "Clan elder, he's right. Your situation is very bad."
Calming down, the clan elder finally realized the gravity of the situation. He could clearly sense a strange and potent corpse poison spreading within him, silently. If he hadn't focused on it, he wouldn't have noticed.
"I can't fight anymore. You guys take over." The clan elder decisively retreated, relinquishing his position. Whoever took over next was no longer his concern.
Wu Sheng and One-Eye exchanged glances.
It was as if they were saying… which one of us should go?
But their gazes truly conveyed another message: We can't handle this. Someone else has to step up. And the best candidate is…
Need they even ask?
Everyone should know who's the strongest here.
One-Eye approached Lin Fan and said, "This is a troublesome opponent. Be careful."
"He's weak," Lin Fan replied.
He looked at the disheveled figure, sensing no strength, truly weak. He had no desire to fight him; bullying the weak wasn't his style.
But given the circumstances, he knew he had to step forward.
"Weak he may be, but we can't deal with him," One-Eye said.
He felt helpless. Lin Fan's words made them lose face. Although they admitted it, saying it so bluntly was still a headache.
"Lin Fan, beat him up! He's scary!" Little Treasure said.
Lin Fan smiled, stroking Little Treasure's head. "We shouldn't just hit people. We should reason with them. Peaceful coexistence is the ideal, understand?"
"Yes, I understand," Little Treasure replied obediently.
"Good boy." Lin Fan liked how Little Treasure took his words to heart.
The emperor zombie roared.
One-Eye watched the zombie with a grave expression. Its abilities reminded him of a previous encounter with an evil creature, humanity's greatest enemy, the Cockroach Devil.
That thing, like the emperor zombie before them, was incredibly troublesome.
Impossible to kill.
Impossible to destroy.
But when he remembered that the Cockroach Devil had been obliterated by Lin Fan, he breathed a sigh of relief. Someone capable of handling this situation was right here. What was there to fear?
He was worrying for nothing.
At that moment, Lin Fan stood before the emperor zombie, carefully observing it. His gaze was clear, devoid of judgment despite the zombie's ragged appearance.
Instead, he spoke gently:
"How did you become like this?"
"Are you a runaway?"
In Lin Fan's mind, there were only two reasons for someone to end up in such a state: extreme poverty or running away from home.
If it was poverty, he was willing to share the money Little Treasure had just earned.
If it was running away, he was willing to take the zombie home.
Helping others is the foundation of happiness.
He and Old Zhang both believed this.
Little Treasure, after spending time with them, had adopted the same mindset. Besides, Little Treasure was inherently kind, just a little mischievous.
The woman who had made them snake soup worked at Little Treasure's home.
The emperor zombie, levitating with its feet off the ground and arms dangling, stared at Lin Fan with a sinister aura, a ferocious presence that marked it as a rare jiangshi king.
No one knew how it came to be.
Even in death, an emperor retained his imperial essence. Once transformed into a jiangshi, the horror was unimaginable. If it appeared in a city, the entire population could perish overnight.
The emperor zombie exhaled a turbid breath.
In an instant, it appeared before Lin Fan.
Its long hair obscured its face, revealing only a small portion of its features.
"You don't have to be nervous. I'm not a bad guy." Lin Fan sensed the emperor zombie's nervousness, though its ferocious aura was unsettling.
Then, Lin Fan slowly raised his hand and gently brushed aside the long hair.
If one had to describe the sight…
Nauseating!
So ugly!
So terrifying!
Lin Fan took a deep breath, forcing a sincere smile. "What's your name?"
The emperor zombie spewed a mouthful of corpse-qi.
Foul!
Lin Fan wanted to vomit, but he held back. He couldn't do that; it would make the zombie feel discriminated against.
Hold on!
I can do it.
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