My Cell Prison-Chapter 1200 - 1199: Black Zombie (Third Update)

Just as Zhang Xiliang had said,

Taoist Masters held a special status in Corpse Country, but his understanding of Taoist Masters was only one-sided... Those human Taoist Masters who had not undergone Zombie Transformation might be even more malevolent than zombies.

He had two main reasons for following them. The first was that he coveted Zhang Xiliang’s demon-like special traits.

However, corpse handlers imbued with demon power were rare, each district had some, but the real reason he sought him out was Han Dong’s subsequent "insolent" remarks.

A rather malevolent thought was forming in the head of this Taoist Master.

...

Returning to his room, Zhang Xiliang had already completely forgotten about the encounter with the Special Licensed Taoist Master in the Book House.

At the moment, only two things occupied his mind—Black Corpse Collection and Talisman Tools.

Had he not encountered Han Dong, had he agreed to the Ministry of Punishment’s request to follow them, he would not have had such luck.

As soon as he was back in his room, Zhang Xiliang began to fiddle with the Talisman Tools.

He had never used such weapons before.

Holding it in his hand, the touch, the breath, and a sense of overall connectivity immediately immersed him, once again giving birth to the illusion that he was an invincible fighter in the world.

Right after that, Zhang Xiliang slowly injected the toxins in his body into the stick.

A wisp of demon power mixed in with the toxins was also poured in.

A strange thing happened—the flesh of the "Meat Tendon Stone Stick" underwent ultra-rapid targeted hyperplasia under the effect of the demon power, and a Green Snake drilled out from within, coiling around the surface of the stone stick.

Seated cross-legged in the corner, Han Dong also noticed this situation.

"Demon power?"

Just then,

While Han Dong wanted to closely observe the operation of demon power, an eye that had previously been placed outside the room captured a dark figure approaching, accompanied by a powerful presence... moving incredibly fast.

"Zhang Xiliang, get out of the way!"

Although Zhang Xiliang didn’t know what was happening, he had to comply with Mr. Han’s orders, immediately darting away from his current position.

Boom!

The roof beam broke, tiles fell.

A zombie with its body spreading black hair crushed the roof and landed where Zhang Xiliang had stood.

Like ink, the miasma obscured the face, only a Talisman Paper on the forehead was vaguely visible without seeing the features.

The whole body emanated a black metallic luster, looking from a distance like a great black bell covering its physique.

"Unbroken Corpse Sutras?" Han Dong suddenly remembered a volume of Black Corpse Collection he had browsed earlier at the Book House.

The uninvited guest before him was not like Xiao Ji, who had only cultivated a black air without forming the elixir and remained an outsider; this was an actual Black Zombie.

The difference in levels frightened Zhang Xiliang to the core, making him retreat continuously.

The next second, a black hand had gripped Zhang Xiliang’s skull, hoisting it into the air.

The five fingers, floating with black hair, gripping the skull made him feel as if ’one move and his head would be crushed’, completely deterring any thought of movement.

Next,

The Black Zombie turned its target; its other hand stretched out toward Han Dong in the corner.

Himself being threatened wasn’t a big deal, but Mr. Han being coerced was unacceptable... Perhaps it was a deep-seated impulse or an instinctual reaction.

A streak of green light shot through the air.

The stone stick coiled with the Green Snake directly struck the Black Zombie’s body.

The person who swung that stick was none other than Zhang Xiliang, still caught in the Black Zombie’s hand.

Clang!

The sound like striking a bell spread through the house yet, for some reason, it couldn’t go beyond, and no one knew what was happening here.

The base of the thumb shattered! The stone stick flew out of his grasp...

"The Black Zombie possessed a trait of rebounding damage, reflecting 100% of any form of physical attack back to the attacker.

However,

The tap just now had made the Black Zombie retreat two steps.

The hand that was reaching for Han Dong also moved to its abdomen... Even the Black Zombie, with its ’indestructible body,’ felt discomfort.

On the abdomen where the stick struck, several small Green Snakes were attempting to bite through its flesh and inject their venom.

’Quite impressive, worthy of a [Corpse Handler] with demon power.’

A creepy voice sounded.

A Taoist Master with a Machine Eye implanted descended from the rooftop, lightly stepping onto the Black Zombie’s shoulder with the tip of his cloth shoes, looking down at the two of them.

’How strange... Today, upon our first meeting, I found a rare demon power mixed within you, yet you act as the servant of this White Zombie.

Out of curiosity, I followed you to the Oil Mill District, wanting to see which young master from a prominent family you might be.

Unexpectedly, you live in such a dilapidated room and even hide some inferior corpses in the basement, seemingly planning to smuggle them to the refinery in exchange for money.

Very strange, very strange... Though capable of affording the Black Corpse Collection, you still engage in such lowly acts.

Though a Green Zombie yourself, you follow a White Zombie whose identity is not quite clear.

My young friend, who exactly are you? Could it be that you are a noble son who has run away from home?’

Just as Han Dong thought to bring up matters concerning the court as a response, the mysterious Taoist Master continued, ’Never mind... No matter who you are, let’s take you back for some fun first.

I won’t kill you, after all; I just want to conduct some experiments on you.

If your family comes looking, I’ll return you to them, and maybe I’ll even get a nice reward for my troubles, haha~’

With that said,

The Black Zombie extended its arms toward Han Dong once more. freēnovelkiss.com

Zhang Xiliang’s face was twisted with the desire to do something, but he found himself bound by a black mist and unable to move.

At the same time, he also looked toward Han Dong, hoping the gentleman would employ some extraordinary technique to resolve the crisis... but nothing happened.

Only a message transmitted from Han Dong: ’Do as he says.’

With the end of the message, the two were taken away.

Their destination was the most prosperous district in the Corpse Country outside of the Imperial City, a district most Corpse Handlers dreamt of winning a place in—[The Talisman District].

Located in the Talisman District, Nanting Street, a gloomy mansion was the residence of this mysterious Taoist Master.

Nearby Corpse Handlers did not dare to approach.

The great house had a vast underground cell... Zombies favored by the Taoist Master were all imprisoned here.

Each cell was built with special Secret Stones, preventing any sound from escaping. Only an iron door with a small window allowed for limited communication with the outside, and most of the time, the window remained shut.

’Stay here for now.’

Han Dong was locked in a cell by himself, temporarily safe.

As long as Han Dong’s real identity remained unclear, the Taoist Master was still reluctant to act rashly. If Han Dong turned out to be a son of a government official, a wrongful killing could bring him great trouble.

The fate of Zhang Xiliang, however, remained unknown.

’Hopefully, Zhang Xiliang can fend for himself... It seems that when away from home, one should still remain somewhat humble.

But thankfully, this has brought me to a new area and in contact with a special individual.’

Imprisoned Han Dong showed an unconcerned expression.

After all, cultivating was the same anywhere. Making early contact with the [Taoist Master] might even expedite the overall course of events.

Although Han Dong could possibly win by going all out if the other party approached him, that would inevitably attract more trouble... Better to go with the flow and turn the situation to his advantage.

Without any anxiety or setting up any backup plans,

Han Dong simply sat cross-legged in the cell and began to mentally review the [Floating Corpse Internal Classic] he had copied.