"Do you think these people are still alive?" Zhang Xu took a hairpin from the stiff corpse beside her. The hairpin looked fine except for being black, and it was exquisitely crafted, making it look like it belonged to a wealthy person.

"Aren't you afraid?" Yan Chenghuan was somewhat curious about Zhang Xu's composure in the face of these corpses. Weren't most women supposed to be delicate and demure? He was a cultivator, so naturally he wasn't afraid, but what about her? Why did she treat these corpses like they were just roadside flowers and grass?

“What’s there to be afraid of?” It’s just a fictional world created by the author to set the scene. “They won’t jump up and eat people. Right now, they’re just like stones…” Zhang Xu said, while reaching out and poking a corpse with its arms outstretched and legs sticking out.

Before Zhang Xu could finish speaking, she saw the person she had just removed the hairpin move his arm: "Yan Chenghuan, did you see that? He...he...he moved!"

Yan Chenghuan remained relatively calm: "So you're not afraid of inanimate objects, but afraid of living ones!"

Zhang Xu watched as the man twisted his stiff arms and staggered towards her, while the other stiff corpses also began to move their hands and feet.

Yan Chenghuan calmly spread his hands and formed a hand seal, unleashing a series of wind blades that struck the slowly moving corpses. The corpses paused for only a moment before surrounding them again.

"Why is this thing moving? Has it evolved into a zombie?"

Seeing that the mage's attacks were ineffective against them, Zhang Xu picked up a stone and threw it at them. The corpses that were hit only paused for a moment before continuing forward.

Physical damage won't work either, what is this? The original story only said that with Lu Qinglan's cultivation level, a single fire spell would have solved these things, but she doesn't know that skill! Are there any prerequisites for that fire spell? Can't she just recite the fire spell?

"What are zombies? They're just a bunch of zombie puppets!" Yan Chenghuan sneered, his hand seals moving faster! The zombie puppets slowed down considerably. However, Yan Chenghuan's actions couldn't stop the zombie puppets from advancing.

More and more zombie puppets surrounded him, and Yan Chenghuan's face turned pale. He quickened his hand seals, but as Yan Chenghuan's face grew paler and his hand movements became stiff, the zombie puppets simply gathered together and could not move forward. Their flailing limbs did not stop, and they would pounce on him as soon as Yan Chenghuan stopped moving.

They were trapped in a maze, blocked by a group of zombie puppets, unable to move forward or backward. Little Mumu clutched Zhang Xu's hair ribbon, extremely anxious.

"We can use a fire spell!" Zhang Xu didn't care about anything else. "This thing should be afraid of fire!"

Yan Chenghuan's face was covered in sweat: "I don't know how to make things from Yu Qingshan!"

Zhang Xu looked around, picked up a piece of wood: "Don't you cultivators all know how to light a fire with a 'pop'? Light this up and use it to scare them."

In this critical moment, Yan Chenghuan really didn't want to laugh at her, so he just looked up at her coldly and said, "This kind of thing is not normal!" Yan Chenghuan glanced at Xiao Mumu, who was stomping her feet while holding her hair ribbon on her shoulder.

Zhang Xu felt a chill run down her spine from his gaze. Before she could react, Yan Chenghuan pushed her directly into the group of zombie puppets!

!!! !!! !

Zhang Xu's composure vanished completely here; she started cursing the moment she opened her mouth. What kind of villain is this? This is just too much!

"Yan Chenghuan! You son of a bitch! You son of a bitch!"