Chapter 33: Night Encounter with a Living Corpse

  Dà bǎo seems to be very pleased with his own mischief, teasing them for a while before floating happily in front of me, raising an eyebrow smugly and saying: "How's that?"

  I didn't make a sound, and nodded slightly, also raising an eyebrow at him.

  At this time, the two eyeballs of the evil bird suddenly looked at me. I thought he had discovered my small movement and was about to pretend that nothing was wrong, but then I saw him pointing behind me in a terrified manner. I thought he wanted to scare me, but unexpectedly he pulled out a gun and fired several shots at me. The bullets flew quickly past my ears, and before I could react, I heard the evil bird curse loudly and shout: "Shen Shou, those ghostly things have come out again!"

  What? I blinked my eyes and said, "Come to think of it, they were firing guns yesterday too. Could it be that something terrifying really happened?" Subconsciously, I turned my head to look back, just a glance, and I was stunned. I don't know when it started, but strange and eerie ghosts appeared around me again!

  This time, there were more than I encountered last night. One by one, they were either missing arms or legs, or their bodies were rotten and deformed beyond recognition. The clothes on their bodies should have been what they wore before they died, but now they were tattered and blackened. Unlike last night, the ones that appeared tonight weren't ethereal ghosts, but living corpses!

  Die and don't rot become a zombie, die and rot become a corpse, die but will rot become a living corpse.

  These people were lively when they came, but something unexpected happened and they became like this, a shell of their former selves, what grave robbers usually call "living rice dumplings". Perhaps the resentment is too deep, at night they will want to harm the next person who enters the forest, like a walking corpse.

  The sound of gunfire and the chirping of birds and insects in the dark forest filled my ears. I didn't have a gun in my bag, so I retreated to the middle of the squad. Perhaps because there were more people this time, I wasn't too afraid. As I looked at them crawling or walking towards me with twisted and stiff postures, their faces contorted with resentment, their black eyes still gleaming with malicious hatred. I didn't know whether I felt sympathy or disgust at that moment, but a surge of indescribable emotions swept over my heart.

  "Crazy, crazy! Where did these ghostly things suddenly come from?!" Da Bao pulled my arm and asked with some fear.

  Dabao probably hasn't seen these rotting corpses before, so even if he's scared, he can't help but crane his neck to take a few glances. In fact, I'm still quite relieved that Dabao is in a ghost state and not a living corpse. If it were the other way around, suddenly seeing one... even with mental preparation, I estimate it would be terrifying.

  "Fengdi, are you okay?" Dabao stretched out his hand and waved it in front of my eyes, asking with a puzzled expression.

  "It's nothing." I shook my head at him, and suddenly thought of a good idea, so excitedly smiled: "Daba, you try to see if you can understand what they're saying. If you can find out where Qing Ning or Gu Mu is, that would be best!"

  After I finished speaking, Da Bao looked at me with disdain and said irritably: "I'm telling you, Crazy Zhang, you really think I'm all-powerful?" As he spoke, he pointed to the approaching zombies around us and said: "They don't have souls in their bodies, where would they get any thoughts from? How can I communicate with them? Hmm?"

  I furrowed my brow and asked with some persistence: "You really can't hear their inner voices?"

  "I didn't hear anything!" Da Bao said clearly and distinctly, word by word.

  I let out a deep sigh, just about to lament the unfairness of fate, when I was suddenly kicked from behind with great force. I stumbled forward several steps before barely regaining my balance. Turning around to scold, I saw that huge body of the evil bird pouncing towards me, grabbing my collar and saying viciously: "I knew you were an abnormal little brat, muttering to yourself like that, who are you talking to?"

  I didn't expect the evil bird's mind to be so sensitive, it can even notice my behavior in such a tense situation, indeed you can't judge people by their appearance!

  Just as Da Bao was about to pounce over and avenge me, I hastily gave him a signal with my eyes, then shouted at the evil bird: "Can't you mind your own business? Do you have nothing better to do than interfere with me? Why don't you go help instead of trying to pick a fight with me? Are you afraid of these zombies and intentionally coming to provoke me?"

  "Humph! I'll be back to settle the score with you!" Perhaps enraged enough, the vicious bird spat a mouthful of saliva, flung open my collar in anger, and after leaving a harsh remark, ran off to pound glutinous rice balls up ahead.

  "Damn it......" After the evil bird left, Da Bao walked in front of me with a somewhat apologetic expression.

  "It's okay." I smiled at him and said: "It's not safe here, you'd better come in first, or we'll get separated."

  "En." Da Bao nodded and didn't say anything else. I opened the wooden stopper, and after he disappeared, I carefully covered it up and put it back in my pocket.

  The sound of gunfire continued to echo, but those living corpses seemed completely unaffected. The bullets buried in their bodies flowed out with black **, and the surrounding air was instantly filled with a foul odor. If it were an ordinary person, they would have been frightened by this situation, but that master was not an ordinary person. At this time, he did not show any panic, but instead calmly gave orders to his subordinates, telling them to gather their things and retreat while shooting at the heads of those living corpses.

  No wonder even at night, this person is equipped with a large sniper scope, I thought he was showing off or couldn't be seen by people, didn't expect to be so professional, the shooting is so accurate, almost one shot one kill, I guess that's how the nickname "God of Guns" came from.

  Before long, they broke through a pass, and everyone rushed up the slope quickly. I didn't want to fall behind, so I kept myself at the back of the group, even if the zombies pounced on me, they wouldn't be able to hurt me. After running for a while, I was panting heavily, gasping for air. When I turned my head back, the zombies hadn't chased after us. I thought that even if they did chase, it would take them some time, after all, their movements were slow and sluggish.

  Just found a place to sit down and wanted to recover a bit, but suddenly heard someone say in terror: "Boss, look!"

  I subconsciously looked in the direction he was pointing, and around me were still tall and thick forest trees. At first, I could still marvel at the wonders of nature, but as I walked and looked around, seeing only these kinds of trees everywhere, I started to feel visual fatigue and no longer felt amazed.

  But at this moment, there is an out-of-place place here. The branch of the tree that person pointed to was actually tied with a black cloth. Looking at that still quite new black cloth strip, I suddenly had a bad premonition. Sure enough, in the next second, I heard the evil bird shouting in surprise: "Isn't this the mark we made?!"