My Cell Prison-Chapter 1180 - 1179 Village Chief

The village covered a larger area than Han Dong had envisioned.

Highly developed steampunk technology stood in stark contrast to the dilapidated village structure, as if this technology had been imported from outside.

The "Huang Family" corresponding to the corpse seemed to hold a high status in the village.

So much so that a man claiming to be from the Village Chief’s Mansion came forward on his own to act as a guide, also providing a simple account of the village’s situation, considering the two hadn’t returned for two hundred years.

The man was a Corpse Handler, his chin completely replaced by machinery, his frame small and not even reaching one meter thirty, still holding a paper lantern in his hands.

However.

From Han Dong’s observations, the man walked lightly, leaving no footprints on the village paths throughout their journey, his lightness also indicative of certain speed-related special traits.

Moreover, Han Dong also discovered some details within the village.

Except for a few Corpse Handlers like the man, brimming with ’vitality,’ the rest of the villagers showed a gloomy, listless demeanor similar to that of zombies abroad, even basic walking seemed limp and feeble.

"Mr. Huang, your spine is really remarkable! Clearly, it benefits from being buried deep for a long time.

Your young master’s fingernails are also quite good, almost half as thick as the Village Chief’s, and the color is exceptionally bright... truly worthy of the Huang Family.

In a few days, a ’Dragon Boat’ will be arriving, you should give it a try, maybe you will be chosen."

"Chosen?" Han Dong asked, puzzled.

"It seems the young master’s brain hasn’t fully recovered yet.

But no worries, you will naturally understand when the time comes... The Dragon Boat is a major event, even the Village Chief himself will personally attend, ha ha ha!"

While talking about this matter, the man’s mechanical chin continuously opened and closed, emitting a stiff laughter.

In a moment, a decrepit mansion appeared ahead, the plaque above the door clearly displaying the character ’Huang.’

This type of two-story mansion with a front yard was one of the few in the whole village.

The Village Chief’s servant was quite responsible, promptly bringing a group of ordinary villagers to gift to Mr. Huang as brand-new house servants, men and women totaling six, some missing arms or legs or even having intestines spilling out.

"These incomplete Corpse Handlers belong to the lowest class of village servants, available for direct purchase at the central market... I’ve taken the liberty of arranging them for Mr. Huang, so you needn’t trouble yourself.

They should be able to take care of all the sundry matters for your household."

However, Swollen Doctor, posing as Mr. Huang, immediately refused:

"For now, there’s no need; my son and I have just awakened, and we don’t want to be disturbed by others... We’ll reconsider the matter of house servants after living here a few days."

"That’s right, I considered too much.

You two rest well, then. I won’t disturb you further... But please keep one thing in mind, the Village Chief has recently been recuperating and it’s inconvenient for him to meet anyone.

If you have any issues, you can come directly to me, please don’t disturb the Village Chief."

"Okay."

"Then I won’t disturb your rest any longer."

Having said that, a wave of corpse energy spread.

The man holding the paper lantern vanished directly.

However, such trickery couldn’t elude Han Dong’s eyes... The corpse energy originated from the servant’s corpse, released through the compression of swollen tissues on his body.

In an instant, enveloped by the corpse energy, a quick leap landed his body atop a tiled house over ten meters away.

"This man is very suspicious, still trying to plant spies around us. On the surface, he pretends to be very hospitable, yet he’s up to a lot of small antics... Doctor, any thoughts?"

The doctor, habitually sticking his fingers into his ear, scratching his brain, pondered, "Hmm... It might be related to the upcoming ’Dragon Boat.’

How about, Lord, you rest here while I go gather information?"

"According to what that guy just said, my status in the village should be relatively high, and I should be able to find out some things."

The Swollen Doctor was completely a loyal worker in front of Han Dong, always thinking of taking care of business for his boss.

"Don’t worry, since these people have plans for us, it’s better to stay together... Maybe there’s a lot of information and secrets hidden inside the Huang Mansion.

Let’s stay here first."

"Okay."

...

The guide who had led the way earlier had already turned back at the first opportunity.

A morbid smile spread across his decaying face.

Returning to the Village Chief’s Mansion through a secret back door, which is also the only three-story building in the village, constructed of all-metal tiles with a hipped roof and a giant chimney.

It looked both like a mansion and a kind of private workshop.

When the guide reached the lowest level through winding pathways, a sudden cold wind blew, extinguishing the lantern in his hand.

In front of him was a square secret room.

A metallic mechanism was set in the corner, and four iron chains hung a black coffin in the air... The air was suffused with a meaty smell, as if a lavish feast had just taken place here.

"Village Chief, Mr. Huang and his son actually resurrected at this time, it’s really unbelievable.

I just led them in at the village entrance, Mr. Huang’s spine was exquisite, I’ve never seen such a transparent and pale exposed spine, and it also emitted a strong Corpse Handler scent.

His son’s nails were also quite thick, and shiny black... But, they seemed cautious about me, even refusing the servants I had arranged in advance.

Do we need to make a move tonight?"

"Worthless!"

A roar erupted.

The mere shout sent the guide flying out, heavily crashing into the wall, shivering.

"Who told you to arrange servants? Mr. Huang was incredibly cunning in life; don’t you have a clue what the village is like now? The ’Corpse Element’ in the villagers has been almost completely drained by me, this crafty old man, although having not returned to the village for a long time, would surely notice the anomaly.

You hurry and keep a good watch on the Huang Family, make sure they stay inside their residence."

"Yes... yes..."

"But, the information you brought back is good... If Mr. Huang can fill the last void for me, I will be able to secure a ’ticket’.

This is my last chance, and yours too.

Once I’ve absorbed the remaining Necro-element in my body, I’ll go find them, the father and son tonight... Go and watch them closely."

"Yes!"

The guide scrambled away, his expression filled with utter panic.

Lying in the black coffin, the Village Chief’s body was covered with eerie white hair, which gradually retracted inside his body as he absorbed a certain substance, and two fangs emitting black energy hung at the corners of his mouth.

"It’s truly Heaven’s help, just as the ’Corpse Element’ available for me to absorb was running low, I never expected Mr. Huang to wake up at this moment... The Huang Family people were among the first batch, their accumulated Corpse Energy of two hundred years must be extraordinary.

It’s about time, I’ll go meet this old friend in a bit."

Boom!

The heavy hundred-pound coffin lid burst open with a surge of black energy, exploding.

The two-meter-tall ’Corpse Handler’ landed upright on the ground, arms raised horizontally... This figure was just like a [zombie] from a movie.