Starting from The Witcher, he slaughtered his way across the world.

Luo Fan hurriedly looked in the direction he was pointing, and his heart skipped a beat.

There, unexpectedly, a person was standing quietly, staring at the place with an eerie gaze!

It stood there ten meters away, at the edge of the firelight, the moonlight bathing half of its body in cold white, while the other half sank into the shadows where the campfire couldn't reach.

It didn't make a sound from beginning to end, and no one knows how long it stood there or how long it watched.

When Luo Fan saw the humanoid face clearly, his pupils trembled and contracted, the hairs on his body stood on end instantly, and a chill crept up his spine.

What is that?!

A dried-up corpse!?

The face still vaguely resembled a human, but it had long lost its human characteristics.

His face, with its withered, bluish-gray skin, resembled a piece of dead wood dug out of the ground. His sunken eye sockets shone with a scarlet light, lifeless and empty, devoid of any human emotion, cold and chilling.

The skin and flesh of his lips had peeled off, exposing his upper and lower jawbones, which were sharp like those of a wild beast, stretching all the way to his ears, as if stiffened into a strange arc.

His skin clung tightly to his bones as if all the moisture had been drained, giving it a dull, grayish-blue color, and it was covered with wrinkles, cracks, and spiderweb-like fine lines.

His limbs were withered and skin and bones, his finger bones were sharp like claws and had the length of short blades, his legs were thin and long, and half of his body was hidden in the darkness.

It stood there quietly, motionless, silent, without a trace of smell, and emitting no sense of presence whatsoever.

Yet it sends chills down your spine!

At least to the naked eye, it appears motionless.

As it stared at him, Luo Fan felt a chill run down his spine, a sense of dread washing over him. The coldness crept in from all directions, gradually taking over his body and making his heart race.

What exactly is this?

Zombies?!

Zombies?!

ghost? !

Is this something that should exist in a normal world?

Why is it not moving?

No, that's not right...

Luo Fan dared not look away, staring intently at the dried corpse. The thought had barely formed when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The area illuminated by the campfire has decreased!

If he remembered correctly, the campfire could barely illuminate a radius of fifteen meters, but now, without him even noticing, it was shrinking to ten meters.

That dried corpse wasn't still; it was moving all the time!

It's just that it's not visible to the naked eye!

As it drew closer, the chill in the air became increasingly pronounced.

What would happen if we let it get close?

"A ghost! A ghost!"

No one knew what was going to happen. Kant's terrified scream rang out in the dense forest the next second, breaking the long silence. He collapsed to the ground, his face ashen.

Luo Fan immediately shouted, "Sir, there's a ghost!"

"Damn it, what ghost stuff?"

"I haven't had enough sleep yet..."

One soldier woke up first, cursing and swearing. But when he saw the dried corpse, he broke out in a cold sweat and instantly became fully awake.

"Oh no, it's a demonic corpse! Wake up!"

He shouted and immediately gripped his weapon, his eyes fixed on the dried corpse.

Upon hearing the shout, the other guards were immediately jolted awake, each grabbing their weapons for self-defense.

Upon seeing the demonic corpse, everyone broke out in a cold sweat, their faces turned ashen, and all sleepiness vanished.

The prisoners, who were not heavy sleepers, were suddenly awakened and, upon seeing the dried corpse, were immediately terrified and thrown into chaos.

"Shut the hell up! Everyone stay where you are, don't move, don't run!!"

Upon seeing this, a soldier shouted loudly.

With his presence as a deterrent, the prisoners temporarily quieted down, trembling and cowering in place, afraid to move.

"Damn it, why am I so unlucky!"

"This is unbelievable! Our first escort mission has already turned into this! Aren't demonic corpses just a rumor?"

"Whether it's true or not, we've run into each other!"

The four guards looked grave, watching the demonic corpse closely; their expressions were not pleasant.

One of the prisoners, who had paid a bribe, asked cautiously, "Sir, is that demonic corpse dangerous? It doesn't seem to be moving at all. Should we run away first?"

"It can't escape; we have no choice but to kill it."

The guard gripped his longsword tightly, his face ashen.

"This is the first time I've ever seen a demonic corpse; I've only heard of them before. But with these demonized corpses, the longer you run, the faster they'll chase you."

Listening to his description, the prisoners huddled together in fear, staring at the still, demonic corpse.

Luo Fan was equally bewildered. He had thought this was a medieval world, but how come even demonic corpses had appeared?

Can these guards handle it? This demonic corpse doesn't look very strong...

Strangely enough, everyone had already seen the demonic corpse, but it remained motionless, like a still sculpture.

But Luo Fan knew that it was moving all the time!

As the air temperature dropped, the light from the campfire gradually diminished, and the warmth could no longer dispel the chill that had crept in from those climbing and clinging to it.

"We can't count on these prisoners, guys. Whether we can get through this depends on ourselves!"

"Attack together!"

At a guard's command, he suddenly exerted force with both legs and charged towards the demon corpse.

The speed it burst forth in an instant was so great that Luo Fan almost couldn't catch it.

He couldn't help but widen his eyes, his heart churning like a raging storm, completely unable to calm down.

Something's not right, and this guard is suspicious too!

The speed he unleashed far exceeded the level of ordinary people, and even surpassed Luo Fan's understanding.

Ten meters was a distance the guard covered in the blink of an eye. His longsword drew a sharp line of light in the air and fell toward the demon corpse's neck.

The demonic corpse slightly raised its eyes, as if it had moved, and raised its hand, easily catching the sword.

The sharp blade landed in its palm, and no matter how hard the guard tried, he couldn't cut through it.

"Damn it!"

The guard gritted his teeth, but he couldn't even pull his weapon out of the demon's grasp.

At the same time, the other three guards rushed forward, slashing at the demon corpse from all directions with their military longswords.

The demonic corpse's eyes flickered again, and it didn't even try to block, letting the attacks fall on it.

"Zheng—!"

The longsword fell, making a sound like striking a cold, hard stone slab, leaving only shallow marks on the demonic corpse.

"What terrifying defensive power."

Luo Fan held his breath, never expecting that this seemingly weak demonic corpse was actually so powerful.

When a military longsword landed on it, it was like a tickle, completely unable to cause any harm.

It probably went through the first round of probing and realized that the guards' attack power was insufficient to break through its defenses.

Therefore, there is no need for defense or dodging.