Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 417 - I don't understand this.
She can not only see spirits, but she can even touch them directly.

The vast majority of corpses in the Undead City cannot do this. They rely on a series of equipment produced by the Undead City's industry to observe, touch, and kill the spirits.

However, Jiang Si in front of us showed no trace of this. Without relying on any external objects, she not only directly found the spirit that was monitoring her, but also chased after it and killed it.

Could you explain?
What does that explain?

Walton blocked Jiang Si's path: "Although I knew it couldn't be hidden for long, I didn't expect it to have only been a dozen minutes..."

"Taking the liberty of monitoring without authorization can easily lead to unnecessary trouble. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to be certain about the anomaly here." Jiang Si placed her hand in front of her mouth, her sharp nails tracing the corner of her lips.

"When did you start encountering spirits?" Zheng Fan slowly floated out like a ghost.

“About a month ago, writing a few more papers on this topic would have been enough,” Jiang Si said casually.

Is this what a "college student" is like? Wow, that's impressive.

Victor lowered his head, the reflection from his glasses obscuring his eyes.

Jiang Si leaned over Walton's tall figure and said to Victor, "The previous city lord didn't just naturally decay, did he? If he really was the corpse that nurtured you, then you really had the heart to do it."

“That old man will only let his fear completely destroy Frankenstein!” Victor raised his head, his eyes filled with malice. “It’s because he lost to Eldridge that Frankenstein became a vassal of the Undead City. Eldridge thinks he can appease us with a little charity, but we can’t accept being constantly drained of our lifeblood as nourishment for the Undead City!”

"If he had just given the order, all of us corpses would have risen up in rebellion without hesitation, but he has always chosen to comply out of fear of Eldridge. Compromise will only lead to even greater exploitation from him!"

Jiang Si looked puzzled: "But not only have taxes not increased over the past few decades, they've actually decreased. Besides, even after those reductions, you've only paid the standard amount a handful of times, leaving you with a huge debt..."

"You're talking nonsense!" Victor waved his hand dismissively, not wanting to listen to Jiang Si's twisted logic. "It doesn't care about us at all, not even the Undead City. It imposes heavy taxes on the Undead City, and you're one of those being exploited. Why are you speaking up for a ruler who exploits us? Does the amount of exploitation even matter?"

Jiang Si was stunned for a moment.

"See? Do you understand now? You're just blinded by your own involvement." Seeing that he seemed to have persuaded Jiang Si, Victor was overjoyed.

“…No, I don’t understand what you’re talking about.” Jiang Si rested her chin on her hand, her brows furrowed.

Zheng turned his head and said, "Don't explain such complicated things to the only college student in the village!"

Of course, no one paid any attention to Zheng Fan, but the three people in front of him were speechless because of Jiang Si.

"What's so hard to understand?!" Victor spread his hands, still wanting to say something.

"After all, I think collecting protection money is a pretty normal thing."

This innocent yet naive college student is actually a "gangster's daughter" in a violent world. How could she possibly understand anything about exploitation or taxation?

She doesn't even understand herself, yet she expects to understand these things; she seems to be overthinking it.

Victor was speechless for a moment, then raised his hand and said, "If we can't see eye to eye, let's finish her off."

“You were the one who talked the most just now,” Zheng Fan sighed, hands on his hips.

Walton also felt that the chances of persuading them were pitifully low. After all, they were an envoy sent by the Immortal King. You think you can sway them with a few words like "we're all the same" or "we're all in this together"? Would they dare to agree and would you dare to believe it?
After Victor gave the order, Walton said no more, could only sigh and then take action.

He didn't want things to develop this way if he could.

The oppressive aura of the Undead City was still strong. Even though they hadn't experienced Frankenstein's initial defeat, the Undead King's reputation still loomed over Frankenstein like a dark cloud.

Moreover, the discontent within the city towards the Undead City was growing stronger, and he first had to take responsibility for the stitched-up corpses within his own city.

The tall figure charged forward, creating a powerful gust of air that rushed straight towards Jiang Si.

A fist almost the size of Jiang Si's face slammed down towards Jiang Si's head. Upon seeing this, Jiang Si simply threw a straight punch to meet the opponent's fist.

Boom!

Large cracks suddenly appeared in the corridor floor beneath their feet, as if the entire building was shaking.

Jiang Si's arm trembled slightly. The two were evenly matched in terms of strength, but Walton wasn't surprised by Jiang Si's performance. His body crackled and sparked with blue arcs of electricity.

There are a lot of problems with stitching up corpses, but there are also advantages.

For example, they become inexplicably electrified upon awakening, and can generate electricity by consuming their flesh and blood and spiritual essence, which is quite powerful and can be considered a natural talent.

It's hard to explain why stitching things up can generate electricity, but if zombies can "come back to life" and rebuild civilization, then generating electricity shouldn't be a problem.

Jiang Si quickly withdrew her arm, and the fist that had been resisting her was slightly touched by the electric arc and immediately became a little stiff.

Walton launched a fierce attack with his hands electrified. His fists disappeared for a moment and then transformed into countless lightning-like fist shadows that filled the entire field of vision.

With a series of loud bangs, the entire corridor collapsed under Walton's relentless offensive.

"As expected of Walton..." Victor steadied himself, his body barely swaying amidst the turmoil, and a smile crept onto his face as he watched Walton's performance.

But Walton didn't think so.

Despite his seemingly fierce pursuit, he failed to land any hits on his opponent. His punches seemed to be delayed and hindered by something every time he tried to strike...

As long as it doesn't decompose, the corpse doesn't suffer from fatigue. He paused slightly, observing the corridor he had just destroyed. The moment he noticed the hem of Jiang Si's skirt not far away, he immediately chased after her.

A fist is raised, and lightning crackles...

crunch...

Just as he was about to throw his fist, he suddenly felt a strong pull and was unable to exert any force.

This is! ?
Red threads flashed and Walton's eyes widened as he realized he had unknowingly found himself in a crimson net!

His entire body was wrapped in red threads, right in the midst of his relentless attack!
What type of specialized corpse is this?
Just who is this messenger?!
“Very destructive power, the kind of style I hate. But it’s over now. If you want to live a little longer, I suggest you stop moving.” As the dust settled, Jiang Si sat on a floor tile that Walton had knocked up, her sharp fingernails lightly tapping Walton.

"With just this little bit of thread... uh?" Walton was about to break free when he suddenly realized the problem.

His body began to rot.

His body, cut by red lines, had begun to ooze pus. The magenta fluid soaked his body, exuding a fresh, plant-like fragrance rather than a foul stench.

"This is probably a novel concept for a corpse, it's poison."

Normal corpse poison has no effect on zombies, but after Jiang Si heard the news on the streets, he was able to control the nature of his poison.

Just as it caused the ancestor's flesh and blood behemoth to collapse, it is not difficult to accelerate the decay of the corpse until it collapses.

"Those two things ran away," Zheng Fan reminded Jiang Si.

To this day, Jiang Si remains the host who least likes Zheng Fan's possession. It's not that she resists it, but she avoids using it whenever possible, unless she gets carried away.

This is a host who genuinely uses Zheng Fan as a cheat code but doesn't completely become dependent on him, and to be honest, Zheng Fan is quite happy about it.

Binary Girl herself is so bad, she's not cut out for this. Little Sheep's initial settings were too high, and now she's finding new ways to inspire. Radish's progress is so fast that even Zheng Fan sometimes can't understand it. You can only say that his accumulated knowledge and skills are terrifying.

Jiang Si was someone Zheng Fan watched grow from a competitive newbie to who she is today, step by step.

Although, when you go into detail, it's actually not that slow.

This unexpected arrival in the world of corpses is not a bad thing for Jiang Si; in fact, his encounter with the Undying King is a tremendous opportunity for him.

It's still much better than lying in bars drinking every day in Dadu.

"I was wondering why the three of them didn't attack together." Jiang Si glanced at Walton, who had obediently stopped moving, and then chased after Victor.

Skipping over the broken corridor caused by the destruction, Jiang Si looked out the window. Because of the commotion, a large number of stitched-up corpses were gathering around.

(End of this chapter)