Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

Chapter 591

"Ow!"

The zombie let out a joyful roar from its throat.

"Let's go." Ling Yanyan chuckled, then lifted his leg and walked forward, and the zombie immediately followed.

"Oh!"

The zombie grabbed the trunk of a large tree and swung it forcefully, snapping the centuries-old tree in half.

Taking advantage of the situation, Ling Yanyan ran to a smooth, large rock, reached into his backpack, pulled out a plastic bucket, unscrewed the lid, and poured the liquid inside onto a dead branch.

The dry branches caught fire, and then the flames rose, illuminating the surrounding scenery.

"Roar." The zombie charged forward again.

"Boom!" A cold smile appeared on Ling Yanyan's lips. Then he raised his right arm, clenched his fist, and punched out fiercely.

"boom!"

The zombie was blasted away by Ling Yanyan and landed several meters away.

"Pfft!" The zombie spat out a mouthful of blood, its body trembled slightly, and then struggled to get up from the ground, charging towards Ling Yanyan again.

Ling Yanyan glanced at the zombie, then raised his right hand again and aimed it at the zombie's forehead.

The zombie's face showed a look of horror, then she suddenly kicked her knee and retreated rapidly.

But at that moment, Ling Yanyan's attack had already arrived.

"boom!"

The punch landed heavily on the zombie's chest.

"Crack!" There was a crisp sound.

The zombie's chest caved in, and her body swayed violently before she fell backward.

"Agh!" she cried out in pain, and wisps of bluish-white corpse energy rapidly escaped from her body and merged into the surrounding air.

Ling Yanyan was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected that this zombie could actually exhale corpse energy. As the corpse energy surged more and more, the zombie's face gradually turned pale.

Finally, the zombie could no longer hold on, and her body went limp and collapsed to the ground.

Ling Yanyan glanced at the zombie and then shook his head. This female zombie seemed to have just died, so her death aura had not completely dissipated, which was why she still maintained her strength.

If we wait until her death aura completely dissipates, it's probably too late.

"Roar!"

The zombie let out a low growl; at this moment, her body had completely turned into nothingness.

"Huh?" Just then, Ling Yanyan's gaze suddenly fell on the spot where the zombie had been standing, where two things were prominently displayed.

A dagger and a small metal box.

"How could something like this be here?" Ling Yanyan's mind raced. He then bent down, picked up the dagger, and examined it carefully.

This dagger has a unique shape, a sharp blade, a wide body, and a blade length of about three and a half inches. It is shaped like a willow leaf, and its entire body is silver-gray with a faint shimmering light.

Ling Yanyan's heart suddenly raced.

For some reason, when he picked up the dagger, he felt a sense of closeness and familiarity.

This feeling filled Ling Yanyan's heart with a warm and cozy sensation.

"Could this be destiny?" Ling Yanyan murmured to himself, raising his dagger and brandishing it in the air.

Every move was so fluid and graceful.

"Awooo!" The zombie's roar rang out.

Ling Yanyan stopped what he was doing. He listened for a moment but found nothing unusual.

"Heh, or maybe it's just my imagination." Ling Yanyan chuckled self-deprecatingly, then continued to brandish the dagger in his hand.

The zombie relentlessly followed Ling Yanyan around.

Ling Yanyan sat by the fire, staring at it without saying a word.

The zombie sat crouching by the fire, tilting its head and blinking its big, dark eyes, staring intently at Ling Yan.

Ling Yanyan finally couldn't hold back any longer. He turned his head and glared at the guy: "Damn it, I'm starving right now, so please stop staring at me."