Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

Chapter 959

Seeing that Ling Yanyan did not answer, the Vajra Corpse asked several more times, but to no avail.

"Strange!" The Vajra Corpse let out a soft exclamation, then ignored Ling Yan Yan and continued to sleep.

Ling Yan Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes.

"The Vajra Corpse is truly mysterious!" Ling Yanyan murmured. He knew the Vajra Corpse was very strong, but he couldn't fathom just how strong it was.

Ling Yanyan couldn't help but shudder at the mere thought of the Vajra Corpse.

"No! I have to escape!" Ling Yanyan made up her mind and glanced around.

This is an old house with thick dust covering the walls and weeds growing on the ground. A gust of wind blows and leaves flutter down, making it look very desolate.

There was nothing else besides that.

"Where should I run to?" Ling Yanyan stood up, looked around, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

"Sigh, well, since we're here, let's just take care of all the zombies!" In the end, Ling Yanyan sighed, put his backpack aside, and took out three yellow talismans.

"Exorcism Spell! Swift Fire Talisman!"

"Exorcism Spell! Shattering Spell!"

"Thunderfire Talisman! Heavenly Thunder Strike!"

The three talismans instantly burst into flames, transforming into three balls of blue fire.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Yanyan bit her finger and dripped her blood into the talisman paper.

The talisman trembled slightly, emitting wisps of blue smoke.

A moment later, dense runes appeared on the talisman paper, emitting a dazzling blue light.

"Go!" Ling Yanyan shouted softly, and three talismans flew out and stuck to the doors and windows.

Three piercing shrieks echoed through the sky, and suddenly flames burst forth from the doors and windows, engulfing the house.

"Done!" Ling Yanyan clapped his hands and smiled brightly.

"Thank you, Vajra Corpse!" Ling Yanyan said to the air, his tone revealing gratitude.

As soon as the words were spoken, the air seemed to freeze, and the whole world fell into a deathly silence.

Even Ling Yanyan was stunned, his expression becoming blank.

"You, you!" After a long while, Ling Yan Yan swallowed hard, looking terrified and staring wide-eyed at the huge zombie not far away.

"How could this happen? Why would this happen?" Ling Yanyan's lips twitched violently, his heart nearly leaped into his throat, and his whole body felt ice-cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

The enormous zombie slowly turned its head, its dark eyes gleaming with a greenish light, and stared coldly at Ling Yanyan.

"Ah!" Ling Yanyan was terrified and screamed uncontrollably, "Get away! Leave right now!"

The enormous zombie did not react at all, remaining silently standing in place.

Ling Yanyan wanted to run away, but he couldn't take a single step. He could clearly feel the terrifying pressure emanating from the zombies, which was suffocating.

"Help!" Ling Yanyan screamed in terror, frantically swinging his fists at the enormous zombie, trying to attract attention, but to no avail.

Soon, the enormous zombie approached, and a strong stench of decay hit the air, making one want to vomit.

"Woo-hoo!" The enormous zombie roared to the sky, stretched out its right claw, grabbed Ling Yanyan's shoulder, and pulled hard.

Click!

The sound of bones shattering suddenly rang out, causing Ling Yan Yan to tremble all over in pain. He screamed and fainted.

The enormous zombie dragged Ling Yanyan slowly back into the room and threw him onto the bed.

Then, the enormous zombie lowered its body, its two scarlet eyes gleaming with an eerie light.

"Hehe! Kid, the good stuff's here!"

The enormous zombie grinned, revealing sharp, white teeth, looking ferocious and ugly.

It lowered its head, bit Ling Yanyan's neck, and frantically sucked his blood!

"Hmm!" Ling Yanyan frowned, slowly woke up, opened his hazy eyes, and was greeted by an extremely bizarre scene.

He found himself lying in an ancient tomb, surrounded by coffins.

Nearby, a disheveled female zombie sat on a stone bench, her head bowed, seemingly absorbed in something wonderful, unable to tear herself away.

"Mom!"

Ling Yanyan was terrified. He scrambled to his feet and rushed into the depths of the ancient tomb, desperately shouting, "Help!"

"Who's calling me?"