75: Chapter 75 I could tell you weren't human at first glance

"Die for me!"

Chen Mo didn't retreat; instead, he advanced. Using ape-like footwork, he ducked low to avoid the sharp claws, and the red-glowing long saber in his hand slashed upwards.

Psh!

The resistance, like cutting through rotten leather, lasted only a moment, followed by a smoothness like slicing through tofu.

One of the zombie's arms was lopped off. Black smoke rose from the cut, sizzling as if seared by a branding iron.

"It works!"

Chen Mo felt greatly relieved.

This Qi and Blood Enchantment was indeed the nemesis of zombies!

Having lost an arm, the zombie became even more ferocious, opening its mouth to bite.

With his adrenaline surging, Chen Mo's fear faded. He flicked his wrist and swung the long saber horizontally.

Crack!

A large head rolled onto the ground.

"Good!" Old Liu, watching from the side, was dumbfounded and couldn't help but cheer, "The boss is mighty!"

Chen Mo had no time to mind him, as two more zombies were closing in.

His feet didn't stop moving as his Returning Origin Strength was continuously converted into Qi and Blood, coating the blade. He wove through the group of corpses, avoiding head-on clashes and specifically targeting vulnerable spots like necks and joints.

One strike, one 'little friend'.

That feeling of cutting melons and vegetables even gave Chen Mo the illusion that "I am very strong."

But he knew in his heart it was because Jiang Hongli was holding back the pressure in front, and his "enchanted blade" happened to counter them perfectly.

"Don't just watch! Scatter the Glutinous Rice! Throw it at their feet!"

Chen Mo shouted at the stunned Runners while he hacked away.

The Runners finally snapped out of it, grabbed the Glutinous Rice, and flung it out.

Snap, crackle, pop!

When the Glutinous Rice hit the zombies, it erupted in sparks and black smoke. The zombies jumped in pain, their formation falling into chaos.

Chen Mo took the opportunity to finish them off, and two more heads hit the ground.

Just then, a sudden change occurred.

"Ah—!"

A scream came from the side.

Chen Mo turned his head and saw a young Runner had slipped and fallen due to nervousness. A stray zombie seized the chance and pounced, its sharp nails about to pierce the Runner's chest.

The distance was too great; Chen Mo couldn't possibly make it in time.

Jiang Hongli was also tied down, unable to pull away.

The Runner closed his eyes in despair.

At that critical moment.

Boom!

The thick earthen wall at the village entrance suddenly exploded, bricks and stones flying, dust billowing.

A golden light shot out from the dust like a cannonball, slamming heavily into the attacking zombie.

Bang!

That copper-skinned, iron-boned zombie was actually knocked flying over a dozen meters like a ragdoll. It smashed into the ground, its chest caving in significantly, and after a few twitches, it stopped moving.

Dead silence filled the area.

The dust cleared.

A burly, bald man stood there.

This monk was built like a bear, wearing a grey robe that wasn't just ill-fitting but practically bursting at the seams from his muscles. Around his neck hung a string of prayer beads the size of fists, and in his hand, he held a half-eaten roasted chicken.

His mouth was greasy, and his eyes were fierce. He scanned the surrounding zombies before his gaze finally landed on the one he had just knocked away.

He swallowed the chicken in his mouth, tucked the roasted chicken into his robes, pressed his palms together in a strangely pious gesture, and then sank his Qi into his Dantian, roaring:

"Bold Prodigy! I can tell at a glance you're not human!"

His voice was like a great bell, making Chen Mo's ears ring.

Chen Mo's mouth hung open.

These lines...

This look...

This was the "somewhat stubborn" Great Master Jiang Hongli mentioned?

This is freaking Fahai's Reincarnation, isn't it?!

After the monk finished roaring, he didn't give the zombies any chance to react.

"Great Majesty Heavenly Dragon! World-Honored Ksitigarbha! Prajna Buddhas! Prajna-paramita!"

While chanting these impressive-sounding incantations, he tore off his monk's robe, revealing a lean, iron-like upper body. On his back, there was actually a tattoo of a Dragon draped over his shoulders!

With a kick of his foot, the ground cracked, and he charged into the crowd of corpses like a tank.

No fancy Moves.

Just fists.

Fists shimmering with golden light.

Bang!

With one punch, a zombie's head exploded like a watermelon.

Slap!

With one palm strike, another zombie's spine was snapped clean, folding it ninety degrees.

This wasn't a deliverance; this was clearly a physical deliverance!

Jiang Hongli had also finished her nearby troubles. She sheathed her sword and watched the monk slaughtering in the crowd. Turning to the dumbfounded Chen Mo, she said:

"See, I told you he was reliable."

Chen Mo swallowed hard, watching the monk who was laughing maniacally while tearing a zombie in half, and muttered to himself:

"Lord Jiang, you call this... a Bhikkhu?"

This is freaking Vajra!

The last zombie's head was pulled out of its chest cavity by Great Master Monks Name like pulling a radish, roots and all, and tossed into the nearby stinking ditch.

The courtyard fell silent.

Only the injured Little Runner remained, lying on the ground whimpering, his voice sounding like a broken bellows.

"Quick! Glutinous Rice!"

Old Liu hurriedly grabbed a handful of raw Glutinous Rice and pressed it onto the Little Runner's wound.

Sizzle—

It was like a spoonful of cold water poured into a pot of boiling oil.

A foul-smelling black smoke rose from the wound, and the snowy-white rice instantly turned pitch black, even appearing charred.

"Ah—!" The Little Runner curled up like a shrimp in pain, his eyes rolling back, breathing heavily with more exhales than inhales.

"It's no good, boss!" Old Liu's hands shook with fear, spilling the rice everywhere. "This corpse poison is too fierce; the rice can't suppress it! Look at his veins!"

Chen Mo looked down.

Around the wound, several black lines like earthworms were crawling frantically up under the skin. They were about to pass the elbow and head straight for the heart.

Moreover, the kid's nails were lengthening and turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's over."

Daoist Master Qian crawled out from some corner, with only the hilt of his Peach-wood Sword left. He leaned over for a look, shook his head, and said with an air of righteousness:

"The corpse poison has reached the heart; even the gods can't save him. This kid is beyond help and will turn into a zombie immediately."

He took two steps back, straightened his filthy Daoist robe, and said to Head Constable Chen, "Head Constable Chen, I suggest giving him a quick end before he completely turns. Otherwise, he'll be another menace we'll have to struggle to kill again later."

Chen Mo didn't speak.

He just silently turned around, his Steel Long Saber still dripping with black blood.

He took a step forward.

Daoist Master Qian subconsciously took a step back. "You... what are you doing?"

Chen Mo raised his blade, the tip pointing right at the tip of Daoist Master Qian's nose.

The distance was less than an inch.

Daoist Master Qian could even smell the nauseating stench on the blade and the Killing Intent that hadn't yet dissipated from Chen Mo.

"Immortal Master," Chen Mo said expressionlessly, his tone as flat as if they were chatting about everyday life, "I'm a timid person. When I'm scared, my hands shake. And when they shake, the blade tends to slide forward."