My Cell Prison-Chapter 1202 - 1201: No More Pretense

[Practicing "Floating Corpse Internal Classic" - Day Sixty-Seven]

During this period, Han Dong ate only twice.

He slept more than three hundred times, but each sleep did not last more than two hours.

Overall, he remained in a very odd state.

The white breath stored in his abdomen had turned green and today he officially entered the category of Green Zombie, yet he differed from other Green Zombies... As the white breath turned green, it also transformed into a thread-like liquid, its specific implications unknown to Han Dong due to the lack of a reference point.

"It’s unbelievable, this feeling of cultivation is drastically different from the Road of Fate I originally followed... Or perhaps it’s the uniqueness of this [Floating Corpse Internal Classic] that completely overturns the essential concept of zombies, allowing the body to blend seamlessly with the surrounding environment like a fluid."

Just as Han Dong tried to move his body, there was a clanging sound from the iron door of the cell.

The long-isolated cell was opened, and an old butler with Talisman Paper on his forehead stood at the doorway:

"Mr. Han, my master wishes to see you, please come with me."

"Alright."

Han Dong followed with a usual expression on his face, showing no anger for being inexplicably imprisoned for two months.

Following the butler’s lead, Han Dong was taken to a dining room.

A monkey, a high-grade living creature bought directly from the market, was placed inside a cage that replaced the dining table... such primates could be considered top delicacies for zombies.

At that moment.

Accompanied by heavy footsteps, the Indestructible Black Zombie that had taken Han Dong and Zhang Xiliang away in the Oil Mill District entered the dining room from another door, followed by a mysterious Taoist Master.

Furthermore, a Green Zombie emitting toxic gases followed at the end, and it was Zhang Xiliang.

"I heard you didn’t eat much below, considering you don’t like rats, I’ve arranged a live monkey feast for you.

Eat to your fill first, don’t starve yourself."

"Rats taste quite good, I’m not very hungry right now, but thank you for your kindness."

As Han Dong declined, he stood calmly at the side of the cage with a serene smile, looking straight at the Taoist Master.

The Taoist Master did not get angry. He casually spoke with his hands behind his back, "I initially thought that a ’young master’ like you who ran away from home would have someone specially come to fetch you... It seems that after such a long time, no one has come looking, and no one is inquiring outside either."

Han Dong just smiled silently, not responding.

In reality.

The Taoist Master had already sent people to investigate Han Dong. The report claimed that Han Dong was a newcomer to Corpse Country with no background at all.

Seeing that Han Dong was not responding, the Taoist Master continued to speak:

"It seems I have not introduced myself yet.

My name is Xu Zhengyang, a Special Licensed Taoist Master of the Ministry of War, honored with the fourth rank.

I like to collect zombies with ’unique features.’ I first thought your minion was quite good since its body had mixed Monster qualities. But now, it seems you may be harboring even more secrets."

Han Dong still did not speak, observing the surrounding environment.

"According to what the butler said, he seemed to see you experiencing the rare ’floating phenomenon’ in your cell. I need to confirm something with you this time... Have you been practicing the [Floating Corpse Internal Classic] in the dungeon these past two months?"

During the conversation.

Xu Zhengyang observed Han Dong’s body with his Machine Eye the entire time, having noticed the traits of a Green Zombie as well as the strange Corpse Energy in a fluid state within the abdomen.

"Taoist Master, are you planning to turn me into a Corpse Puppet as well?"

Han Dong suddenly asked, causing a slight surprise in Xu Zhengyang.

"I indeed had such an idea in the beginning.

However, if you are truly practicing the [Floating Corpse Internal Classic], we can talk terms. For instance, write down your cultivation experiences in detail, and as a condition, I will let you leave.

Of course, if you willingly become my Corpse Puppet, that would be even better.

You only need to serve me at crucial moments, and for the most part, you will have freedom of movement, and your thoughts will not be overly affected... At the same time, you will enjoy a much higher standard of living than common people."

"What if I don’t agree?"

"Don’t agree?" Xu Zhengyang couldn’t help but let out an evil smile rarely seen: "What qualifications do you have not to agree?

I’ve had people investigate your identity already, you are nothing more than a newcomer to Corpse Country."

"You and Zhang Xiliang must have come together in the Oil Mill District because you stink alike."

"If you don’t agree, I can only create a corpse puppet right here on the spot."

Xu Zhengyang had expected that upon saying this, the young zombie would be completely subdued.

However, Han Dong revealed a kind of smile, a smile Xu Zhengyang had never seen before... and he gently beckoned with his right hand.

"Come on!"

Such a provocative gesture made Xu Zhengyang somewhat puzzled, wondering if the two months of confinement had messed up Han Dong’s brain.

Yet, Xu Zhengyang’s patience was also wearing thin.

"To restrain and capture him alive... If he has really been practicing the ’Floating Corpse Inner Classic,’ it would be of great value."

Xu Zhengyang still showed no intention of taking action himself, but patted his most proud corpse puppet – the Indestructible Black Zombie that had perfected the "Unbroken Corpse Sutras."

However, the zombie, which resembled a large black bell, was motionless, its eyes under the talisman paper fixed on the monkeys inside the fence, drool trickling from the corners of its mouth.

"These monkeys were prepared just for you, go now... Once you’ve captured the little guy, you can stay here and enjoy them slowly."

Hunger transformed into motivation.

The Black Zombie burst forward with terrifying speed, instantly leaping close to Han Dong... the height difference between them was nearly double.

Just as it had done two months ago, it reached out to grab Han Dong.

But.

When the pitch-black, long-haired giant palm touched Han Dong’s body, it felt like reaching into flowing water... catching nothing.

"Hmm?"

The Black Zombie looked puzzled, not quite understanding what had just happened.

As an observer, Xu Zhengyang saw it very clearly; the instant they made contact, Han Dong’s body had undergone a shape transformation, slipping away like a fluid with the force of the grip.

"This! It really is the ’Floating Corpse Inner Classic’... It was rumored that back in the day, Du Zhijing could freely move through swarms of monsters and even rescued the emperor.

I never thought someone could actually master it, even if it’s just a Green Zombie."

Boom!

After a brief moment, heavy hits echoed throughout the room.

The gap in levels was difficult to bridge...

As it gradually adapted to the fluid sensation, the Black Zombie landed a punch.

Han Dong’s body was thrown against the window.

Ping! His head even shattered the glass, nearly falling out of the mansion.

However, capturing him alive was still a bit challenging.

Whenever the Black Zombie tried to grab Han Dong, he would slip away like a liquid... so it continued to strike, leaving the severely injured Han Dong unable to resist.

The Black Zombie landed punch after punch, four times in succession.

Coincidentally, every time Han Dong was hit, he would fall near a window.

Xu Zhengyang also sensed something was off and looked at those windows with a faint starlight shining through.

"Something’s not right... Don’t hold back! Use all your might to restrain him."

Following Xu Zhengyang’s command,

A vast amount of black gas erupted from the body of the Black Zombie, its speed increased tremendously as it lunged a punch towards Han Dong, who was by the corridor window.

Clang!

An unfamiliar sound of iron chains rang out in the room, unsettling Xu Zhengyang.

The Black Zombie’s movement halted completely... its body was wrapped with searing hot iron chains, and the eerie spikes on the chains were piercing through its indestructible flesh.

Han Dong maintained his smile, slowly standing up with the support of the wall.

"Ouch, that really hurts... I’ve finally sealed all the windows, okay then! I’ll lay my cards on the table.

I want to know everything about the Taoist Masters, and I hope you write the detailed information down in a notebook and hand it to me within a day.

If you refuse or write nonsense, I’ll kill all of you."