Chapter Twelve Harvest

  Killing the two Taoists, Zhang Yang did not dare to relax in the slightest. Immediately, his divine consciousness was fully released, and he investigated everything within a radius of twenty meters, only to find that there were no other enemies.

  He walked to the entrance of the tiger's den with a lingering fear and looked out.

  The sunshine is dazzling! The yang energy is extremely heavy! It makes people feel an intense disgust from the bottom of their hearts!

  Fortunately, there was no one around.

  Zhang Yang finally put his mind at ease. It seemed that this time, there were only these two Taoist priests. Otherwise, with such a big commotion from the battle, they would have definitely been attracted over.

  The enemy had already been defeated, but Zhang Yang didn't feel a single bit of excitement.

  Look at the half of the body that was affected by the lightning symbol, the patches of erosion, one leg was injured and it was severe, the explosive force of the lightning symbol almost shattered the skeleton.

  This isn't just physical damage. The harm that the power of thunder and lightning inflicts on a zombie's purely yin body, that kind of pain reaches straight to the soul.

  Only Zhang Yang understood how severe his injuries were!

  "Am I going to be a crippled zombie from now on?"

  Zhang Yang sadly just wanted to shed tears.

  I turned into a zombie, lived for half a month and became a lame-legged zombie... What the hell! Bullying someone shouldn't be this bullying!

  It's okay, the power of the Thunder Symbol is gradually weakening and disappearing, no longer corroding his body. Otherwise, he wouldn't even be able to become a crippled zombie, but would have to become a gray flying smoke-disintegrating zombie instead.

  Two air swirls in the abdominal cavity are rapidly rotating, and fine airflow is overflowing from the swirls, infiltrating all parts of the body, nourishing the injured body.

  This process is unfolding extremely slowly, but it is indeed happening.

  Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat.

  "Last time, my skeleton was almost completely crushed by the giant python, but after absorbing its essence and blood, I was nourished and repaired. This time, if I absorb some more of its essence and blood..."

  Last time it was a broken skeleton, this time it's a crushed leg bone, the situation is much more serious, but I can only try again.

  Zhang Yang's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his gaze fell on the older Taoist.

  The old Taoist's heart was dug out, fresh blood flowed all over the ground, and it was still gushing out. Zhang Yang knew that if he wanted to inhale, he had to seize the time quickly.

  But...do I really have to suck human blood?

  Zhang Yang sucked the fresh blood of the Yin Ku Daoist in the corpse cave yesterday, but that was an unconscious situation during the battle. When Zhang Yang came to his senses, the Yin Ku Daoist had already turned into a dry corpse.

  Now consciously biting a newly dead corpse's neck and sucking human blood, Zhang Yang always felt some bumps in his heart.

  Feeling the injury of his body, Zhang Yang's eyes quickly became determined.

  "Although I don't know how these two Taoists chased here, but since they can chase over, others will definitely be able to too."

  "I must hurry up and recover my body to leave this place, otherwise, if two more Daoists like them come again, I won't have any ability to protect myself."

  It's not just the Taoist's pursuit, but also the various beasts in the jungle, where danger lurks everywhere, and without great power, one will soon become someone else's food.

  This is the cruel law of survival.

  Zhang Yang wants to live!

  Even if he became a crippled zombie, Zhang Yang still wanted to live! He really wanted to live!

  So he could only extinguish the humanity deep in his soul and forcibly suppress it.

  Bang!

  He hopped on one leg and came to the side of the corpse of the elderly Taoist priest, stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

  Looking at the flowing blood, Zhang Yang felt a deep-seated desire. This was due to the nature of zombies craving blood.

  If it weren't for Zhang Yang's human soul haunting, there would be no need to be so entangled; the temptation of fresh blood to zombies is almost irresistible.

  Not as nauseating as I had imagined.

  Zhang Yang even felt his throat moving, and with a strong desire, Zhang Yang lowered his head, his sharp teeth easily tearing open the elder Taoist's throat.

  Knock! Knock!

  Fresh blood flowed down her throat, transforming into a warm stream that merged into her abdominal cavity. Zhang Yang felt an unprecedented sense of comfort, as if she was floating on cloud nine, and all she wanted to do was let out a soft moan.

  "Wow! This Taoist priest is much more delicious than yesterday's one! Is it because this Taoist priest is more powerful?"

  "I don't know which one is more enjoyable, clapping or this!"

  Zhang Yang this old ** silk has never had XXOO experience, can only be here lewdly and wantonly fantasize.

  Warm current influx, two air swirls in the abdominal cavity are stimulated, and immediately begin to accelerate rotation. While rotating on their own, they also revolve around each other counterclockwise, forming a medium-sized whirlpool.

  This whirlpool produced a strong suction force, like a submerged dragon sucking water, and sucked all the essence and blood from the body of the elderly Taoist.

  The rest of the process almost doesn't require Zhang Yang to do anything, just simply experiencing this pleasure is enough.

  The refined blood that was absorbed, a part of it transformed into warm currents and merged with the two cyclones, while most of it dispersed to repair the injured body.

  Even the severely injured leg began to heal at a visible rate. This discovery made Zhang Yang extremely excited.

  After all, being a healthy zombie is much better than being a disabled one.

  The corpse of the older Taoist priest was slowly withering away, and in a short while, it had turned into a completely desiccated mummy.

  When there was no more blood flowing in, Zhang Yang finally relaxed his teeth and gently pinched with his hand.

  Bang!

  The withered corpse was fragile and shattered instantly.

  "Waaah! Sucking human blood is so disgusting, why does it feel so good?!"

  Zhang Yang was so sad he had no tears left to cry.

  "No way! This will lead to addiction! What if one day I completely lose my humanity and become a bloodthirsty demon, what then?"

  "Waaah! Bloodthirsty demon! My fairy sister is getting farther and farther away from me!"

  Zhang Yang was really heartbroken.

  Turning back to check his body, the injured parts had basically recovered, and the two small whirlpools in his abdominal cavity had also reached a full state.

  Zhang Yang was surprised to find that, just one day later, his newly-promoted second-level corpse had not only consolidated its realm but also reached the peak of the second extreme, and it seemed like it could break through at any moment.

  "Tsk tsk! Essence and blood are good things indeed!"

  Zhang Yang's mouth was covered in blood, his face twisted in a gruesome grimace, as if he still had something to say.

  Knock knock!

  He jumped to another little Taoist priest's side, disappointedly discovering that this charred corpse was almost cooked by the lightning, with most of the fresh blood congealed, and there was no way to suck it up.

  "Woohoo! One more and I might just break through to Zombie Level 3! Ah, what a pity!"

  Zhang Yang sighed inwardly and was about to throw the body back when he suddenly froze.

  All that was seen was a cloth bag the size of two palms hanging from the side of the corpse that Xiao Dao had originally pressed down. On the yellowish-brown bag, an Eight Trigrams diagram was embroidered, and on the charred black corpse, it looked particularly eye-catching.

  "Huh? What's this thing? The little Taoist priest's robe was burned to a crisp by the lightning, how come this small cloth bag is okay?"

  Zhang Yang took the small cloth bag in his hand and found that there were two embroidered words "Yun He" on the lower left corner, apparently the name of the bag holder.

  Zhang Yang thought for a moment, and his eyes lit up immediately.

  "Is this a duffel bag? Could this be a duffel bag?"

  Zhang Yang immediately immersed his divine consciousness into the "Taiyin Lianxing", and upon comparison, he suddenly became excited and jumped up.

  "Haha! It's just like the treasure bag described in the miscellaneous chapter. And it's still an ownerless treasure bag."

  "Hmm! Of course it's ownerless now. This unlucky Taoist priest is clearly dead, even if he had an owner before, now he should become ownerless. I'm so happy I'm dizzy!"

  Zhang Yang rubbed his hands together excitedly, clutching the treasure bag tightly.

  Eagerly following the instructions in "Taiyin Lianxing · Zapian", a drop of blood was dripped onto the Na Wu bag and stamped with an imprint.

  In just a few seconds, this nano bag has been completely transformed into Zhang.

  The recognition ended, and Zhang Yang felt that this storage bag had become a part of his body, giving him an extremely intimate feeling.

  As the mind sinks into it, a space of about one cubic meter immediately appears in the brain. Inside, there are messy books, several stacks of talismans, three strange stones, several pieces of fur, and symbol pens, cinnabar, ink boxes, etc., and the rest are some clothing and daily necessities.

  "It's only about two palms in size on the outside, but its internal volume is just around one cubic meter. I'm afraid this might be the lowest-grade spatial pouch?"

  Zhang Yang got a good deal and still acted arrogant, with an extremely punchable face.

  The moment he moved his mind, the book appeared in his hand first.

  Waaah!

  Zhang Yang laughed happily for a couple of times. This feeling is truly wonderful.

  Compared to this canvas bag, those modern LV and whatnot are simply no match. Carrying this with my girlfriend on the street, that's what I call stylish! No need to worry about being a laborer anymore.

  Just thinking of this, Zhang Yang felt a bit downhearted. He had already crossed over to the Cultivation Realm, and if nothing unexpected happened, he was probably never going to return to modern times again.

  Moreover, even a zombie wouldn't have any beautiful women willing to go shopping with him.

  Damn it!

  My neighbor is a horse!

  Zhang Yang couldn't help but curse in his heart again.

  That book didn't even need to be opened, and I saw four big words - Collinear Mountain Secret Recipe.

  Looking at the content again, it's exactly the same as what I got from Yin Wudao yesterday.

  It seems that this "Lao Mountain Secret Book" is actually the textbook of Lao Mountain Sect. Almost every Taoist has a copy, and the basic knowledge written on it is very common in the cultivation world, so there's no need to worry about others stealing it to learn from it.

  I was going to throw it away, but after thinking about it, I put it back in the storage bag. Anyway, it won't take up much space.

  Those talismans that Zhang Yang was more interested in, he took them out one by one to compare, and found a total of 32, among which there were 4 second-grade talismans, which made Zhang Yang very excited.

  The types of talismans are similar to those from yesterday, including the Corpse-Sealing Talisman, the Thunder-Inducing Talisman, the Great Strength Talisman, the Divine Movement Talisman, the Fire-Deterring Talisman, and the Earth-Escape Talisman.

  Looking at animal fur, it turned out to be several newly peeled forest wolf skins, and the small box next to it was still filled with wolf blood.

  After a moment's thought, Zhang Yang already understood that the "good Samaritan" last night must have been these two Taoist priests without a doubt. They must have encountered the wolf pack while following his trail.

  Hehe, in this case, Zhang Yang doesn't have much psychological pressure anymore.

  In addition, several pieces of stone, Zhang Feng did not know what it was.

  Just tidy up and put everything back in your luggage.

  Zhang Yang's gaze fell on the desiccated corpse of the elderly Taoist priest, and indeed there was also a yellowish-brown pouch.

  Zhang Yang immediately looked forward to it.