Chapter 92

It's useless?

Zheng Chen saw very clearly that the figure was thrown back by the impact of the crossbow bolt. However, the figure that fell to the ground soon stood up again, paused for a moment, and then resumed its aimless wandering.

Physical damage seems to have no effect on them...

Zheng Chen took out another crossbow bolt and a small bottle. The bottle contained blood. Today, Zheng Chen certainly wouldn't add extra wounds to himself, so the source of the blood was Lin Ying. After being processed by Ping Shizhi, the blood did not coagulate even after a night.

The blacksmith boss also knew about this matter, so when Zheng Chen approached, Lin Xiangming did not hesitate to push his son forward. Zheng Chen's actions naturally had his support. Once the danger here erupted, it would inevitably affect the village. It was better to resolve it as soon as possible.

The tip of the arrow lightly touched the blood bottle, and Zheng Chen wrapped it in a cloth to prevent the blood from detaching due to the speed of the crossbow bolt. This time, Zheng Chen aimed directly at the head of one of the figures. Piercing the body had no effect, so what about the head?

The crossbow bolt easily pierced through the decaying bodies of those figures, but the blood on the arrowhead successfully remained. The figure was immediately surrounded by several others, and the speed at which they moved was extremely fast.

There was a huge difference from their previous slow movements, and it wouldn't be surprising to be caught off guard.

These figures were abnormally bloodthirsty. After observing for a while, the figure that was knocked to the ground by the others never stood up again.

After walking a bit further, Zheng Chen stopped. If he got any closer, he would be detected. The wandering figures had already sensed something and were slowly approaching him. He threw the blood bottle, which flew over their heads and was hit by a crossbow bolt, shattering it.

The blood was instantly scattered, and the figures approaching Zheng Chen immediately let out a hoarse roar and ran back.

Zheng Chen pulled down his mask a bit and took two pills given by Ping Shizhi. One was to prevent corpse poison, and the other was to prevent evil qi. After putting the mask back on, he entered the area shrouded in gray mist. Instantly, the hairs on his body stood up. The sunlight seemed to be blocked by the gray mist, including the warmth it brought.

A cold chill constantly attacked him, and this continuous cold could also affect the body's functions. From the outside, it wasn't noticeable, but once inside, he could see that the gray mist was constantly flowing.

When it brushed past him, the cold intensified, making Zheng Chen feel a stiffness in his body... The pills provided by Ping Shizhi to block evil qi didn't seem very effective.

Without hesitation, Zheng Chen took out a few more pills and swallowed them, and the stiffness in his body decreased significantly.

Perhaps sensing the presence of a living person, the figures nearby gathered. There were quite a few of them, more than he had observed from the outside. The original forms of these figures were all incompletely decayed corpses.

Some bodies were withered, while others were covered in swollen, decaying flesh. Some unknown force had restored their ability to move. There were also many signs of disturbance on the ground, as if something had been dug up from the inside.

He had to be careful where he stepped to avoid a hand suddenly reaching out from somewhere.

Lifting his cloak, Zheng Chen took out another bottle of blood and threw it, shattering it.

The blood, with its strong smell, attracted the zombies. Zheng Chen walked to another place without stopping. There were indeed many zombies underground that had not yet emerged. Sensing the vibrations above, they immediately extended their hands.

Zheng Chen easily avoided them, cutting off the hands that reached out. Even if they crawled out later, missing a hand would affect their combat ability. What concerned him was that the severed hands continued to struggle on the ground.

Feeling the number of blood bottles hanging under his cloak, Zheng Chen continued deeper into the cemetery, hoping to find useful information. Lurking around the perimeter wouldn't yield much.

Stopping when he saw a dark green plant on the ground, Zheng Chen pulled it out. Instantly, a hand covered in decaying flesh emerged from below the plant's roots, which were embedded in the flesh.

Swish!

The hand was quickly cut off by Zheng Chen, and he carefully removed the roots from the hand.

Although the plant didn't look good, it still needed to be collected. Ping Shizhi had already explained that, under the influence of evil qi, nothing could grow here. If there were any unusual plants, they shouldn't be missed.

Plants that could survive in harsh environments had special properties.

Continuing forward, Zheng Chen encountered several more similar plants. They had the same color as the first plant and another characteristic: they were all attached to the zombies.

Counting the remaining three bottles of blood, Zheng Chen threw one more. The zombies immediately swarmed toward the scattered blood. The path became increasingly difficult, and the gray mist in the center of the cemetery was even denser. Zheng Chen's hands had turned an abnormal, sickly white, with veins abnormally protruding.

He couldn't stay here any longer. The environment had a significant impact on living beings. Even with his enhanced constitution, staying too long would be dangerous. After advancing a bit further and still not finding useful information, Zheng Chen turned around without hesitation.

He didn't have many blood bottles left, and staying here any longer would result in being surrounded by zombies, making it impossible to leave.

Fighting the zombies now would be meaningless. One successful encounter was enough. If he wanted more information, he would come back later. When he entered, he had to investigate, but when leaving, he didn't have any reservations. After luring the zombies away, he quickly left the cemetery.

Once out of the gray mist, Zheng Chen removed his mask and took deep breaths of the outside air. Even though he was out of the gray mist and under the sun, the cold still lingered on his body.

Lifting his hand to look, a faint grayish aura was emanating from his body, similar to the gray mist. He shook his hand, and the grayish aura followed the movement of his arm. Frowning, he knew this aura was not good and couldn't be left on his body.

After taking all the pills given by Ping Shizhi, Zheng Chen left the area near the cemetery and found a sunny spot. He took off his cloak, removed everything hanging inside, and started a fire, throwing the cloak into it. The evil qi on the cloak slowly dissipated in the flames.

It wasn't until midday that the evil qi on his body evaporated under the intense sun, and Zheng Chen started walking back to the village.

He encountered many players on the way. They were only slightly surprised to see Zheng Chen and then returned to their normal state. At this point, there was no conflict between them and Zheng Chen. Since he also lived in the village, they often saw each other... He wasn't particularly cruel in daily life, so there was no need to be wary.

It seemed he had done something, and the lingering corpse smell on his body suggested he might have been digging graves.

"You don't need to rush to explain. Go take a shower first." Seeing Zheng Chen return, Ping Shizhi handed him a small bottle of medicine, "This can remove the smell."

Zheng Chen nodded, put down a small cloth bag, and left the clinic. If Ping Shizhi wasn't in a hurry, he didn't need to be either.

After changing into a new set of clothes, Ping Shizhi suddenly grabbed Zheng Chen's arm and frowned at his hand, "I was careless. I should have noticed this important matter earlier!"

The exposed veins on Zheng Chen's hand looked quite menacing. Lifting his sleeve, his arm was the same, and his body was in a similar state. Zheng Chen had noticed this while showering, but it was much milder than when he was in the cemetery and not irrecoverable.

"Fortunately, the symptoms aren't severe." After a while, Ping Shizhi slightly relaxed and quickly took out a few pills, placing them in Zheng Chen's hand, "You really should have mentioned it when you felt something was wrong. Take them quickly."

The pills were very effective. Soon after taking them, the persistent cold sensation in Zheng Chen's body was replaced by a warm current, and his skin gradually returned to its normal color. "It's only been a few days, and the situation there has become like this."

Ping Shizhi frowned deeply. The symptoms on Zheng Chen's body were caused by the invasion of evil qi and corpse poison. The people who went there before didn't have these symptoms, and Zheng Chen had no injuries. The only cause could be the environment. Although Zheng Chen's constitution was currently weakened, it was still much stronger than that of an ordinary person.

"What did you find?"

"Nothing." Zheng Chen shook his head, "I'll go check again tomorrow."

He paused and continued, "The medicine you gave isn't very effective."

"Cough, cough!" Ping Shizhi's face turned red, and he coughed lightly, "It would have been effective before... My oversight. By the way, what's this?"

Ping Shizhi picked up the cloth bag Zheng Chen had left.

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