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I am the Ruler of the Kingdom of Mysterious-Chapter 341 - 305: Corpse Mud Zombie
Wan He drove the zombies to the clearing outside the courtyard, lining them up in a row with practiced skill. She was already a qualified Corpse Driver.
"Big Boss, do I need to step aside?" Wan He asked.
Sang Que shook her head, "No need."
The zombies in the Corpse Nourishing Land were all transformed by the Red Ghost, strictly speaking, they were all its Corpse Slaves.
Sang Que’s Ghost Slave Seal was on the Red Ghost, allowing her to control these zombies directly through it.
Ordinary White-haired Zombies are stronger than regular people, can forge ahead without feeling pain, but are inherently afraid of fire, which can easily burn them to death. Weapons can sever their bodies, thus halting their movements.
Sang Que reached into the painting, pulling out a sticky, black lump of mud, exuding a putrid stench, with muddy water seeping from her fingers.
This was the true form of the Corpse Mud Evil, a Level Two evil spirit that often lurked in fields. If accidentally touched, it would swallow people into the mire, corroding them into Corpse Mud.
Ordinary people would find it hard to detect Corpse Mud Evil in the fields. If touched, there would be no time for rescue, with the only way to ward it off being to splash rooster blood in areas where it appeared.
Sang Que looked up as a zombie leaped towards her. She used the Yin Child’s power of fusion to press the lump of mud onto the zombie’s chest, pushing it in bit by bit.
The zombie’s body started convulsing, while the lump of mud swelled up with numerous spikes like a pufferfish, attempting to escape. Yet, strong as Sang Que was, neither the zombie nor the Corpse Mud Evil could escape her control, forcibly fused together by her.
Once the lump of mud fully integrated into the zombie’s body, Sang Que relaxed her hand and anxiously watched the zombie.
Beside her, Wan He also retreated to her elder sister Wanyun’s side, clutching Wanyun’s arm and holding her breath.
The zombie showed no reaction, so Sang Que reached out and touched it lightly.
Crash!
The entire zombie suddenly collapsed into a pool of black muddy water, the clothes falling into the mess. Both the zombie and Corpse Mud Evil were dead.
Unperturbed, Sang Que grabbed a new Corpse Mud Evil from the painting and continued experimenting with the remaining zombies.
All efforts ended in failure without exception.
Wan He watched from the side as all ten zombies turned into mud water, frowning with some distress; ten zombies could provide valuable labor. She used them to help carry firewood when she went out.
Sang Que squatted down to closely examine the patches of mud water on the ground, some thin, some thick, with small bone fragments from zombies still visible in some.
She pondered and deduced that the zombies’ bodies weren’t sturdy enough to withstand the corrosive power of the Corpse Mud Evil.
The thicker ones with bone fragments left behind were somewhat stronger than the others.
Understanding this, Sang Que told Wan He, "Help me find five more White-haired Zombies that are stronger than these, and three Black Zombies."
"Okay!"
Wan He promptly set out, soon gathering the zombies Sang Que requested.
It was more challenging for Wan He to handle Black Zombies, relying heavily on the Dao Bell from Yao Zhen and the Red Ghost’s prior mandate not to harm living beings from Bright Moon Mountain. Otherwise, with her ordinary human strength, Wan He could not command these Black Zombies; if she got too close, she’d be bitten to death.
The zombies stood in a line once again. Sang Que first selected a Black Zombie to try fusing the Corpse Mud Evil, but the mud turned into a pool of water outside the Black Zombie, unable to enter its body.
This indicated that the Black Zombie’s body was too strong; the Corpse Mud Evil could no longer harm it.
Since a higher-level solution didn’t work, they’d have to use White-haired Zombies.
From the five White-haired Zombies this time, Sang Que picked one with the strongest body, sensing it was close to becoming a Black Zombie.
After trying the fusion eleven times, Sang Que’s arm felt stiff and cold, with marks from the Yin Child reappearing on her hand, as its power eroded her body.
Normally, one would stop at this point and wait for recovery to avoid losing control of the body to the ghost within.
But Sang Que was different. Even if she gave the Yin Child a hundred chances, it wouldn’t dare to take over her body again—past lessons had stuck.
On the twelfth attempt, Sang Que thought success was near, but it failed again.
The zombie’s flesh turned to black Corpse Mud, leaving behind only bones.
Sang Que couldn’t understand; was it because she had bad luck?
"Come out!" Sang Que released the Yin Child from within her.
Beside her, Wanyun sensed the Yin Child’s aura, jumping forward to shield her sister Wan He.
"You try this time."
Sang Que handed over a Corpse Mud Evil from the painting to the Yin Child, who respectfully took it with both hands and quickly appeared at the feet of a tall zombie.
Being too small to reach, the Yin Child tiptoed, lifting its hands high to slap the Corpse Mud Evil into the zombie’s belly.
That zombie began to change, melting slowly from flesh to bones, pooling on the ground into a heap as tattered clothes fell off.
Sang Que said nothing, continuing to observe, sensing that this time was different.
Sure enough, in less than three seconds, the corpse mud on the ground surged, and a human head emerged, drawing surrounding mud as it gradually stood up, reforming into a zombie.
The Yin Child covered its eyes and turned away, Wai He shuddered and turned away too, but only Wanyun and Sang Que remained unmoved.
Overjoyed, Sang Que was oblivious to everything else. It wasn’t until she noticed the Yin Child covering its eyes that she realized the zombie was naked. She quickly tried to control the zombie through the Red Ghost, and soon the zombie’s surface turned into flowing black mud.
It looked like someone freshly emerging from a mud pit; clothing didn’t matter, obscuring everything from view was enough.
Sang Que drew the ordinary long knife she carried and walked over to slice off one of the zombie’s arms.
The arm dropped to the ground, quickly transforming into a pool of black mud and got reabsorbed as a new arm poured out from beneath its shoulder.
Sang Que attacked from every direction, and no matter how much she chopped, even if only a head remained—cut into half—the zombie would eventually recover.
Sang Que commanded this Corpse Mud Zombie to attack the nearby zombie. The Corpse Mud Zombie simply placed a hand on the White-haired Zombie beside it, whose body corroded at incredible speed, turning into black Corpse Mud and then absorbed, making the Corpse Mud Zombie grow larger in the process.
The Corpse Mud Zombie then placed its hand on the Black Zombie, causing its skin to show signs of corrosion, though much slower. Perhaps having more Corpse Mud Zombies might speed up this process.
"Wan He, help me prepare some firewood and torches."
"Okay!"
Sang Que contemplated for a moment, then commanded the Corpse Mud Zombie to turn back into a pool of mud, trapping the Black Zombie’s feet, and then instructed the Black Zombie to jump. To her surprise, the mud’s suction was strong, preventing the Black Zombie from leaping, leaving it twisting in place, its claws helpless against the mud.
"Big Boss, the torches are ready."
Sang Que took the torch handed over by Wan He and ignited a pile of firewood, directing the Corpse Mud Zombie into the pyre to start burning.
A White-haired Zombie, if wearing clothes, could be easily ignited, and prolonged burning would render it immobile.
But the Corpse Mud Zombie, upon entering the fire, couldn’t be set alight. It could dissipate into Corpse Mud, smothering the flames.
The weaknesses of being afraid of fire and weapons were overcome!
Sang Que glanced at the painting, still housing nearly a hundred Corpse Mud Evils.
"Wan He, help me find all the White-haired Zombies on the verge of evolving into Black Zombies and bring them here."







