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

Chapter 641

Ling Yanyan was startled and quickly retreated, staring at the skeleton with extreme vigilance.

"Who are you?!"

The skeleton of the ancient skull was very complete, and it even had skin growing out of it.

It remained silent, merely staring coldly at Ling Yan Yan, thick black blood flowing from its mouth, a truly disgusting sight.

"Damn it, this guy must have been dead for who knows how many years, yet he still retains a trace of resentment!"

Ling Yanyan's eyes were serious. His mind raced, and he thought to himself, "If this guy suddenly jumps out and bites me, I'm afraid I'll be done for."

With this in mind, Ling Yanyan decided to leave first.

"Ouch~!"

However, just as Ling Yanyan was about to make a run for her life, a shrill scream suddenly rang out.

Upon hearing the sound, Ling Yanyan looked over and his expression changed drastically.

It turns out that another zombie has awakened on the other side.

The zombie was much larger than the previous one, with bulging muscles all over its body, like a lump of iron.

Moreover, it was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye it rushed in front of Ling Yanyan.

"Damn it, let's go for it!"

In this critical moment, Ling Yanyan had no choice but to fight to the death. He gritted his teeth, raised the wood-chopping knife in his hand, and charged forward.

Bang!

The zombie swung its arm, knocking the machete away.

"It hurts!"

Ling Yanyan's face turned red, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

He was breathing heavily, his forehead covered in sweat, clearly exhausted.

At that moment, the zombie had already approached Ling Yanyan, opening its fangs and maw, ready to bite down.

"You beast, get out of my way!"

Just then, an angry voice came from the side.

Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind was heard, and the zombie was sent flying.

boom!

The zombie crashed into the wall, creating a crater.

啉！

The next moment, a huge fist carrying terrifying force slammed into the zombie's chest.

Bang!

With a muffled thud, the zombie spat out a clump of flesh and fell to the ground.

hiss!

Ling Yanyan was stunned. What was going on?!

"Wang Wang Wang!"

"Quack quack!"

At this moment, the white-haired wolf and the wild dog king surrounded them, revealing ferocious expressions.

"This zombie must have been killed by the pack of wolves."

Ling Yanyan saw the zombie's appearance clearly and then suddenly realized what it meant.

"Roar!"

The white wolf growled and stared at Ling Yanyan defiantly.

"Uh!"

Ling Yanyan's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Although the white wolf saved him, he still hated it.

"Roar!"

The white wolf growled again, then raised its paw and slapped Ling Yanyan's buttocks.

"you!"

Ling Yanyan was furious. He glared at the white wolf, wishing he could tear the stupid wolf apart.

"Just you wait! When I find my chance, I'll definitely stew you all into soup!"

Ling Yanyan thought viciously to himself, then took a deep breath to calm himself down and continued walking deeper into the passage.

Behind Ling Yanyan, two spirit beasts followed.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

A black dog and a white cat barked a few times in unison.

"Humph!"

Ling Yanyan snorted coldly, but ignored them.

"Young man, why did you enter this ruin alone?"

At that moment, the old, hoarse voice rang out, seemingly talking to itself.

"Ok?"

Ling Yanyan was startled and looked in the direction of the sound, only to find the old man sitting on the stone platform.

"Where is this? Who are you?"

He always felt that the old man was suspicious, unlike an ordinary zombie.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The old man coughed a few times, then struggled to his feet and walked shakily to Ling Yanyan's side.

His eyes were cloudy, and his body reeked of decay; he seemed to be nearing the end of his life.

"Young brother, I see you have extraordinary talent and are a promising candidate for martial arts. Why don't you become my disciple?"

Before the old man could finish speaking, Ling Yanyan interrupted him, cursing without any politeness, "Get lost! Don't think I don't know what you're up to!"

"you!"

The old man's expression froze for a moment, then he sighed and said, "Fine, since you don't know what's good for you, young man, then I don't need to help you anymore."

The old man shook his head, intending to return to the tomb and continue sleeping on his coffin.

"Wait!"

Ling Yanyan quickly called out to him, saying, "I really need your help right now!"

"Oh? What do you want me to do?" the old man asked casually.

"I want to know what exactly this place is?"

"I won't tell you!" the old man refused resolutely.

"why?"

"Because I knew you would ask that question."

The old man shook his head, then pointed to the end of the stone chamber:

"There's a tunnel over there. Just keep going through the tunnel and you'll find the answer."

"Oh? Real or fake?"

Ling Yanyan was skeptical. He observed carefully and confirmed that the old man was not lying before slowly walking towards the tunnel.

The tunnel was pitch black; you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Ling Yanyan took out a flashlight and lit up the road ahead.

He felt uneasy and dared not walk too fast.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, a cracking sound came from the stone steps beneath his feet, startling Ling Yanyan.