Shi Lan watched the interaction between the master and disciple with great interest. For some reason, she felt that there was something fishy about the two of them, and that it was definitely more than just a simple master-disciple relationship.
Leng Qingyue glanced at Wang Haibo with a hint of disdain in her expression: "She's fine now."
The implication is extremely clear.
Wang Haibo nodded awkwardly, forced a smile, and walked towards Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan turned her body away, snorted, and looked aggrieved and displeased.
Wang Haibo quickly put on a smile and walked to Zhou Yan, wanting to pull her up, but then hesitated because there were other people around, so he could only laugh awkwardly and say, "Alright, don't be angry. It was my fault just now, and I promise it won't happen again."
To be honest, Zhou Yan was really easy to coax. Wang Haibo only said a few kind words, and she stopped crying and smiled, no longer holding a grudge.
Shi Lan gave a mocking grin, thinking to herself, "This is love—unreliable and untrustworthy."
The wall next to her made a soft 'click' sound, and Shi Lan leaned closer, realizing that it had actually moved.
Shi Lan was overjoyed and glanced triumphantly at Huang Wanrou, who was two steps away. However, this extra glance made the hairs on her body stand on end, and she almost screamed.
Inside the coffin, the handsome male corpse, dressed in fine clothes, had somehow sat up. Perhaps hearing the noise from the wall, his dark eyes were now turning towards Zhou Yan.
Shi Lan's face turned pale. She immediately held her breath, lowered her head and pretended to be a block of wood, but her mind was desperately searching for information about zombies.
In her memory, there were many levels of zombies. She only knew that the lower level had white hair and was called a white zombie, and the slightly higher level had black hair and was called a black zombie. Neither of them were very intelligent, and if you were careful, you could still hope to escape.
As for those who can maintain their appearance from when they were alive and have a very natural demeanor, she didn't know. However, just looking at those bright eyes, even if she didn't know, she could tell that they must be much more powerful than the previous two types.
When Shi Lan entered this body, she was already here. She had no time to temper herself, which made her so weak that she could barely kill a chicken.
Shi Lan rubbed her hairy arms and legs, thinking that these people weren't good to the original owner or her anyway. With the idea of sacrificing her friends rather than herself, she quietly pushed open the wall that had already moved and carefully and nimbly moved inside.
The male corpse seemed to sense something, turning his eyes to stare at her intently.
Shi Lan froze on the spot, her outstretched fingers bracing against the wall, motionless, even her breathing stopped at that moment.
It's said that zombies can distinguish the living by their breath, so they might be able to fool them if they don't breathe.
The male corpse looked at Shi Lan for a few seconds, his eyes flickered for a moment, and then looked at Wang Haiqing and his apprentice.
Shi Lan glanced at the male corpse and saw it distract her, so she quickly pushed open the stone wall and rushed inside without looking back.
The stone wall slid rapidly, occasionally accompanied by the 'clicking' sound of mechanisms sliding. Huang Wanrou, facing Shi Lan, saw this and hurriedly went to chase after her.
Leng Qingyue hurriedly stood at the entrance of the stone wall, blocking her and not allowing her to harm Shi Lan in the slightest.
Huang Wanrou stomped her foot angrily and said, "She's just an imposter, what's the point of protecting her like this?"
As he spoke, he tried to slip through Leng Qingyue's arms.
Leng Qingyue lowered his long arm and stopped her without saying a word.
Huang Wanrou frowned, wanting to resort to violence, but worried about hurting him and ruining their rare harmony. Yet, she felt unwilling to give up, since Shi Lan was still holding that stone.
The male corpse turned his eyes to look at the open stone wall, then suddenly stood up straight from the coffin, and then jumped high from the coffin, seemingly wanting to chase after Shi Lan.
However, he misjudged the distance and jumped right in front of Huang Wanrou, who was very close by.
Zombies are of the yin element, emanating a chilling aura. The approach of the male corpse caused the surrounding temperature to drop several degrees.
Although Huang Wanrou's senses were not as sharp as Shi Lan's, she still noticed something was amiss, especially Wang Haibo's loud gasps as if he was about to die and Zhou Yan's sudden scream. These things made her stop struggling with Leng Qingyue and turn her head to look.
The male corpse seemed annoyed that she was in his way, and looked at Huang Wanrou with displeasure through his obsidian-like eyes, raising his slightly stiff arm to grab her.
Huang Wanrou was caught off guard by this turn of events. When she suddenly saw those eyes that seemed to extinguish the light and resembled black holes, she froze and her whole body went limp.
Leng Qingyue hurriedly broke free from Huang Wanrou's entangled arms, took out several pieces of yellow paper covered with talismans from his pocket, pointed them at the male corpse, and said, "You audacious flying zombie, why don't you surrender now?"
The male corpse tilted his head in bewilderment, and touched the talisman with his finger out of curiosity.
Unexpectedly, the talisman was incredibly powerful; the slightest touch caused black smoke to rise from his fingernails.
The male corpse seemed to be in great pain, shuddered, withdrew his fingers, and roared angrily at Leng Qingyue. His originally slender body instantly swelled up, and his handsome and elegant face became much more ferocious. The black shadows that were either lying or wandering in the tomb were summoned by this roar and rushed towards Leng Qingyue.
Huang Wanrou didn't have the ability to see ghosts, so she couldn't see the layers upon layers of figures that seemed to be drawn to a flame like moths to a flame. She only sensed something was wrong with her keen senses, and her legs trembled slightly involuntarily.
She knew her own situation; she was originally a celestial being in a celestial realm, who descended to the mortal world for that pearl.
She was perfectly fine before she came down, but for some reason, she suddenly lost all her magic power, making it impossible for her to even deal with a mischievous little ghost, let alone a flying zombie that had been around for hundreds of years.
With a solemn expression, Leng Qingyue took half a step forward, shielding Huang Wanrou behind him. His slender fingers tightly gripped several talismans, which he suddenly scattered.
After a silent howl, the number of people who had gathered around decreased.
Leng Qingyue also couldn't see anyone, but his perception was stronger. He could discern the direction from which the Yin energy came. At the same time, he was very clear about his own strength. If it were just a dozen or so ghosts carrying malevolent energy, he could easily take them down. But if this flying zombie, which had been cultivating for a long time, was added, then it was hard to say.
Actually, this flying zombie, which had only cultivated itself, didn't have a strong craving for human blood because it had never drunk any. If they hadn't angered it before, there was a good chance that they could have escaped unscathed.
Now... Leng Qingyue looked at the flying zombie glaring at him fiercely and smiled bitterly to himself.
He was still flustered. He never expected that just someone who might be related to Lord Lan Xian would throw him into such a state of confusion and cause him to make such a basic mistake.
The male corpse let out a few low growls, then suddenly leaped towards Leng Qingyue. His teeth, which were originally as white as pearls, gradually grew longer and slowly protruded beyond his lips.
Leng Qingyue muttered something to himself, then reached to his waist and pulled out a short sword woven from old copper coins. He bit his finger, smeared the blood on the sword, and shouted, "Go! I'll hold it off for now!"
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