Chapter Six: Talismans

  Woo woo——

  The two zombie companions let out a low growl and turned their gaze towards Cheng who was standing in the corner.

  Cheng He's legs were pressed under the coffin board, and his body was covered in blood.

  Under the stimulation of this fresh blood, the two zombie companions had long lost their sanity and rushed forward with red eyes.

  "Help! Brother save me! Chonghe save me!"

  The poor little Taoist priest Chang let out a miserable cry, unable to avoid it, and futilely stretched out his hands in an attempt to push the zombie away. However, the zombie's movements were stiff, but it was born with great strength, and once it grabbed him, how could he possibly push it away?

  Hiccup!

  In a chilling voice, two zombies bit down in unison.

  Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat. This was still his first time seeing a zombie eating a human, and his rational mind told him that he should feel nauseous; however, the bloody scene seemed to be an irresistible delicacy, tempting him.

  Knock knock!

  Zhang Yang couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

  Ah——

  The little Taoist priest rushed forward and shouted loudly, but at this moment he didn't dare to go and rescue his companions. He turned around and ran away with a loud cry.

  Sigh——

  Bang!

  Zhang Yang jumped up and blocked the entrance of the cave.

  Zhang Yang's appearance was that of a zombie, but his soul still belonged to a human. For the time being, he couldn't bring himself to kill people or eat them, but he also knew that at this moment, he absolutely could not let this little Taoist escape.

  Otherwise, if he brings his companions again, it will be even more troublesome.

  Ah——

  The little Taoist was startled and fell to the ground with a thud, his feet pedaling against the ground as he rapidly retreated.

  He stretched out his hand and it happened to rest on a treasure chest in the center of the cave, as if he had found his backbone, and immediately gained courage.

  Splash!

  The little Taoist priest, with a pale face and trembling hands, took out a box the size of a washbasin from his treasure bag, opened the lid, stood up, and held it in his hand. He stuttered: "Y-you... don't come any closer! This... this is black dog blood, specially used to restrain zombies! If you... take another step, I... I'll splash it on you!"

  It's also obvious that he is a color wolf in sheep's clothing.

  But when he saw that pot of black dog blood, Zhang Yang had a faint sense of fear.

  This is purely an unconsciousness from the depths of one's soul.

  "What the...?! Can black dog blood really harm me? Or is this just a conditioned fear? A bowl of black dog blood, can it really cause damage to an undead body as powerful as mine?"

  Zhang Yang cursed inwardly, somewhat uncertain. Before crossing over, he had watched countless movies, and it seemed that black dog blood was a restraint on zombies.

  However, deep down inside, he really didn't want his incredibly powerful existence to be restrained by a mere bowl of black dog blood.

  Ouch!

  Zhang Yang growled, gritted his teeth, and was momentarily at a loss for what to do.

  His hesitation at this time gave his opponent more courage.

  "You... hurry back, otherwise... otherwise I'll really drench you!"

  While speaking, he shifted his feet sideways, seemingly wanting to slip away and escape.

  "Damn it! My soul isn't a zombie. Just a bowl of black dog blood, scaring real zombies is fine, but I don't believe it can do anything to me!"

  Zhang Yang steeled himself and decided to take a risk.

  Bang!

  Bang!

  With legs completely straight, Zhang Yang jumped up and down, pouncing on Bai Chui's little Taoist.

  With each fall, his body heavily slammed onto the ground, the "thud thud" sound seeming to pound against his heart.

  The little Taoist priest finally collapsed, closed his eyes and shouted as he splashed the dog blood in his hand everywhere, filling the sky, with no way to avoid it.

  Sizzling...

  As soon as the dog's blood came into contact with Zhang Yang's body, it immediately emitted a series of corrosive sounds and a wave of pungent smells. The clothes were riddled with countless small holes, and even the wax-yellow keratin layer that was like armor was eroded open.

  Ahh——

  Zhang Yang let out anguished wails one after another.

  Damn it!

  Such a powerful undead body, can it really be restrained by the black dog's blood?

  The little Taoist saw this and was secretly delighted, but he didn't have the determination to exorcise demons, protect the way, or rescue his companions, so he slipped away from Zhang Yang's side and prepared to escape.

  Ouch!

  Zhang Yang let out a loud roar and slapped his palm out.

  Boom!

  He was caught off guard and fell to the ground with a loud cry, struggling but unable to get up again.

  Zhang Yang was stimulated by the black dog's blood, and this time he struck with extreme force. The power of a first-class corpse puppet was unleashed, and an ordinary person couldn't withstand it!

  Just as Zhang Feng thought the situation was already settled, he suddenly felt a surge of spiritual energy fluctuations from under the coffin that was upside down.

  The divine consciousness scanned the past, only to see that the trapped Taoist Yin Guang lying on the ground, holding a yellow paper talisman in his hand, muttering to himself, and shouting loudly: "General Dali, hurry up like a law! Quickly!"

  Boom!

  A yellow talisman suddenly ignited without fire and transformed into a hazy yellow glow that enveloped the body of Yin Wudao.

  Yin Kuai Dao stretched out his hand and with a "peng" sound, he lifted the coffin lid. A carp jumped up from inside.

  ……

  Roar!

  Zhang Yang silently cursed to himself, then let out a loud roar and pounced forward. He didn't want to give this Daoist, who looked very powerful, the chance to show off his skills.

  "You're courting death!"

  The Taoist's eyes flashed with a cold light, his body spun around, and he kicked out one foot, wrapping the yellow shadow around him. The movement was extremely fast, with an incredible amount of force.

  Wow!

  Zhang Yang's chest was hit hard, his body flew backwards and heavily crashed into the wall of the cave, bouncing off onto the ground.

  The first-level corpse's physical body is far from reaching the level of iron bones and copper skin, but a layer of yellowish-brown armor-like keratin membrane on its body can play a very good role in resisting physical attacks.

  Zhang Yang fell awkwardly but was not injured.

  Sigh...

  With the sound of the wind, Zhang Yang's body stood up straight like a stick.

  "Hmm!"

  Yin Kuang Dao let out a long, cold hum and didn't even glance at the two injured junior brothers beside him. He flipped his body and pounced on Bao Gui's side, and in his hand appeared an inkstone.

  "You're just a small-time zombie, watch as Master Dao comes to subdue you!"

  Saying that, he pinched his fingers into a gesture and snapped them once.

  Whoosh!

  A dark light flashed by, and the ink line was like a flexible little snake, coiling towards Zhang Yang's neck.

  Hiss!

  Zhang Yang had experienced the ferocity of these ink lines before and naturally wouldn't foolishly take the bait. He dodged to the side.

  With a leap of several meters high, both hands supported on the wall of the cave, his body folded back and he counterattacked towards the dark cave. Zhang Yang's strongest attacking method was now his claws and teeth, which required him to get close to have any chance of success.

  Yin Guang Dao Long obviously didn't expect this zombie to react so quickly, and let out a soft "hmm?" as he retreated, using the "Iron Plate Bridge" technique.

  Zhang Yang saw it clearly, but unfortunately his body was stiff and he was in mid-air, unable to change direction in time, watching helplessly as the attack missed.

  The Taoist of Yīn Wù seized the opportunity and once again shot out a thread of ink, shouting loudly in his mouth.

  Hurry!

  A thread of ink flashed and wrapped around Zhang Yang's wrist.

  Sizzling...

  With a pungent smell, the black ink line flickered like a firefly, emitting a yellow glow.

  Woooo...

  Zhang Yang let out waves of painful roars.

  Ouch!

  This is bloody painful!

  With a successful strike, the Daoist's face revealed an excited expression. He stretched out his hand and with a flash of yellow light, under the effect of a massive force, Zhang Yang's body was involuntarily pulled over.

  The Taoist Yin Kuai's hand formed a decisive seal, his mouth murmuring incantations, and the inkstone suddenly erupted like a geyser, countless ink lines dancing and swirling towards Zhang Yang's body.

  Roar!

  Zhang Yang knew that once he was caught, he would probably have no way out but death.

  With a surge of determination, he charged forward with his life on the line, swinging his stiff left arm like a wheel, tearing open all the ink lines.

  Sizzling!

  The ink lines were all wrapped around the left arm, shining with a yellowish light, corroding clothes and arms, emitting thick smoke, and emitting a smelly smell.

  I don't know what kind of method the Taoist priest used, but Mo Xian's body was covered in black lines, as if his soul was being directly eroded.

  The intense pain made Zhang Yang's face even more ferocious, his already protruding teeth all sharp and exposed. His other hand fiercely reached out to grab the Yin Kui Daoist.

  The Taoist priest of the Yin family obviously did not expect to encounter such a ferocious zombie, and was caught off guard, with his left shoulder being grabbed firmly.

  A flash of yellow light, Zhang Yang's claws encountered resistance and almost slipped away, barely managing to penetrate the flesh.

  Zhang Yang was taken aback, knowing that the talisman "Great General, Urgent as a Thunderbolt" he had used earlier was taking effect. The captive's power had clearly weakened significantly compared to when it first started, but still managed to protect Yin Kuang Daoist quite well; otherwise, Zhang Yang's strike would have been enough to tear off half of his sleeve.

  Ah——

  The Taoist of the Dark Cloud Sect let out a miserable cry and kicked out fiercely.

  Boom!

  Under the blessing of the talisman, this kick was incredibly powerful. Zhang Yang clearly heard a "crack" sound, and his chest caved in. His entire body flew out like a kite with a broken string.

  Bang!

  A loud crash, just in time to knock over that petrified zombie, two zombies rolled on the ground together.

  This physical injury, Zhang Yang didn't feel any pain, but the fractured ribs affected his movements and reduced his combat effectiveness.

  Zhang Yang was badly hurt, and the Taoist priest Yin Kuang didn't look much better. Looking at the injured area on his shoulder, in just a few seconds, the bleeding holes on his shoulder had stopped oozing fresh blood and were starting to turn purple and black.

  "Corpse poison!"

  The Taoist priest's face was full of angry expressions.

  "You damned beast! How dare you catch me! I was going to capture you alive and bring you back to the sect for research on the Daoist arts! Since it's come to this, don't blame Master Dao!"

  The Taoist priest of the Yin family said, stretching out his hand and taking a jade box from his bosom, pinching a spell decision, shouting in his mouth:

  "Soldiers, march! Quick, like the law!"

  Whoosh!

  A flash of light, a yellow talisman shot out from the jade box, suspended in mid-air, windless yet fluttering, emitting a "pa-la-la" urgent sound.

  At the moment this captive appeared, it seemed that the spiritual energy of the entire world began to surge, and the lightning in the sky became even more violent.

  The Taoist priest Yin Kuang pointed his sword at the sky and shouted:

  "Five thunderbolts, mighty generals, soaring through the heavens and overturning the earth, driving away thunder and rushing clouds, raising flags and urgent summons, not a moment to be delayed. Hurry, as if by imperial decree! Quick!"

  As soon as Fa jue was issued, a loud noise was heard in the sky.

  Crack!

  Rumble, rumble, rumble——

  A thunderbolt struck down, and the top of the mountain cave was immediately overturned. Huge rocks rolled down, and heavy rain poured down.

  And that yellow talisman floating in mid-air flashed with a burst of light, still flapping "pa la la" away.

  The Taoist's face revealed a satisfied smile, clearly very pleased with the effect of this move. Immediately afterwards was another heartache. This is a genuine Thunder Summoning Talisman! If it weren't for fear of the corpse poison spreading and being anxious to treat it, he would not have been willing to waste this Thunder Summoning Talisman under any circumstances.

  And all of this was caused by that detestable undead creature, Yin Kuang thought about it and became enraged.