Joining Tiandao Company: Starting by mending a zombie world

"Don't rush..." Partridge Whistle stared at the bricks on the ground, noticing that their color and wear were slightly different from the surrounding bricks, and lowered his voice to say:

There are traps on the ground.

As he spoke, he looked at Chu Sheng and explained:

"The mechanisms on the ground may have been original to the tomb, or they may have been added by the Japanese later."

"We must deal with the zombies and avoid the traps at the same time."

How confident are you in dealing with the zombies?

Chu Sheng said calmly, "One sword at a time."

"One sword, one kill?" The old foreigner scoffed. "Are you even capable of that?"

Chu Sheng calmly replied, "A real man can't say no."

"Okay." Partridge Whistle quickly devised a plan, "Old Foreigner and I will use grappling hooks and corpse-binding ropes to restrict the zombies' movements."

"Solve them as quickly as possible."

Partridge Whistle took out a bundle of dark green thin rope from his bosom—it was the secret corpse-binding rope made by the Mountain Moving Taoist.

He whispered, "Old foreigner, three on the left, two on the right, take down the five closest ones first."

"Brother Chu, you take care of the ones who are tied up, and I'll deal with the rest of the traps."

The old foreigner nodded, took the black short bow from behind his back, and nocked a specially made arrow.

The arrowheads were not made of metal, but rather carved from some kind of dark red wood, covered with intricate runes.

"Ready." Partridge Whistle took a deep breath.

Just as the white-eyed zombies were once again aimlessly turning to the other side of the tomb passage, he suddenly shouted, "Attack!"

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Three arrows shot through the air, not aimed at the white-eyed zombies, but embedded themselves in the cracks of the blue bricks in front of their feet.

The rope binding the corpse, attached to the arrow's fletching, taut instantly, forming a makeshift tripwire.

The three white-eyed zombies at the front stumbled and fell forward.

Almost simultaneously, the old foreigner fired two more arrows, which accurately struck the shoulder joints of the other two stiff-eyed men.

The runes on the arrow glowed faintly, and the movements of the two white-eyed monsters froze instantly.

"Now!" Partridge Whistle shouted.

Chu Sheng had been waiting for this moment, and upon hearing this, he rushed out like lightning.

He held the Northern Emperor's peach wood sword in his right hand.

The red light at the tip of the sword was particularly dazzling in the darkness.

Just as the three white-eyed zombies that had fallen first were struggling to get up, Chu Sheng was already close by.

He took the steps of Yu, turned his body, and slashed the peach wood sword upwards.

"laugh--"

The sword sliced ​​into the neck of the first white-eyed zombie without any resistance.

The white-eyed zombie trembled, its dark eyes dimmed instantly, and its withered body went limp as if it had been drained of all its energy.

Chu Sheng continued his movements, his sword flashing as he slashed at the second one.

Where the sword's edge passed, black vapor rose.

The third white-eyed zombie had already half-knelt up, its jet-black fingernails scratching at Chu Sheng's calf.

With a backhand thrust, he pierced the heart with his sword; before the black blood could even splatter, it was already evaporated by the sword's edge.

The whole process took no more than three breaths.

The two white-eyed zombies, pinned by the arrows, were still struggling, and the runes on the arrows were beginning to dim.

Partridge Whistle had already circled around to the side of the tomb passage, and with a flick of his grappling hook, he accurately caught the spine of a white-eyed zombie.

He pulled hard, and the white-eyed zombie was lifted off the ground and flew up, crashing heavily against the wall of the tomb passage.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the old foreigner stepped forward and smashed his pickaxe hard on the top of the other white-eyed zombie's head.

With a crisp "crack," the skull of the white-eyed stiff man caved in, and he fell to the ground motionless.

Chu Sheng rushed to the last white-eyed zombie, thrusting his peach wood sword straight into its throat, ending the battle.

All five white-eyed zombies were dealt with.

"Impressive skills," Partridge Whistle praised, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He had assumed that Chu Sheng, being so young, would have limited practical experience.

I didn't expect him to be so clean and efficient; his swordsmanship and footwork were quite skillful.

The old foreigner also put away his shortbow, muttering, "They really do take them down one by one..."

Chu Sheng smiled but didn't reply, instead looking towards the depths of the tomb passage: "Where's the mechanism?"

Partridge Whistle squatted down and gently tapped his fingers on a few blue bricks on the ground.

"Hollow bricks, there should be crossbow bolts or flaps underneath."

He took out several specially made wooden wedges, carefully inserted them into the brick joints, and then stood up.

"Follow the signs I've marked; don't make a single mistake."

The three carefully made their way through the tomb passage, avoiding any suspicious floor tiles.

Soon, they arrived at the end of the tomb passage.

Before us was a spacious tomb chamber, about half the size of a basketball court.

In the center of the tomb chamber stood a huge stone coffin, the lid of which had been partially removed.

The tomb chamber was surrounded by boxes and sacks of all sizes.

Some of the boxes had already been opened, revealing gleaming gold bars, gleaming silver dollars, and various jewels and jade artifacts inside.

Under the beam of a flashlight, the entire tomb chamber gleamed with a breathtaking golden and silvery luster.

"My God... so many?"

Even the well-traveled foreigner had rarely seen such a richly furnished tomb.

Chu Sheng's heart raced, and all he could see were colorful omens of fortune.

But he didn't rush forward; instead, he looked at Partridge Whistle:

Are there any more traps?

Partridge Whistle scanned the tomb chamber, his gaze finally settling on the stone coffin.

"The coffin has been disturbed; the person inside may have already risen from the dead."

He paused, then added, "Besides, it's so clean here."

"Clean?" the old foreigner asked, puzzled.

"Yes." Partridge Whistle pointed to the dust on the ground. "Look, there are signs of moving around the box, but the area around the coffin is spotless, as if something is frequently moving around there."

Chu Sheng stared intently at the ground around the stone coffin, which was unusually smooth.

This contrasts sharply with the dust-covered corners of the tomb.

If he wasn't mistaken, this was done by the Japanese.

"Better safe than sorry."

Partridge Whistle took out a copper coin from his pocket and flicked it with his finger.

The copper coin traced an arc and landed on the ground next to the stone coffin.

"bite--"

The crisp sound echoed through the tomb.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

There was no movement.

"Could I have guessed wrong?" The old foreigner frowned.

Before he finished speaking, a muffled scratching sound suddenly came from inside the stone coffin.

"Giggle giggle..."

It looks like someone is scratching a stone slab with their fingernails.

Immediately afterwards, a withered, blackened hand reached out from the gap in the coffin lid and grabbed the edge of the coffin.

The fingers of that hand were unusually long and thin, with deep purple nails that gleamed eerily in the darkness.

"Back off!" Partridge Whistle hissed.

The three quickly took a few steps back and assumed a defensive posture.

The object inside the stone coffin slowly sat up.

It was a corpse dressed in Qing Dynasty official robes, with an official hat and peacock feather on its head, and the official robes were tattered.

Its skin clung tightly to its bones, was dark brown, and its eye sockets were sunken, containing no eyeballs, only two flickering green flames.

The strangest thing is that a rusty dagger is stuck in its chest.

The blade was completely submerged in his chest cavity, with only the hilt protruding.

"It's a green-eyed zombie."

Partridge Whistle said in a deep voice,

"That knife... must have been used to suppress corpses."

The green-eyed zombie slowly turned its head and "looked" in the direction where the three were.

It opened its mouth and let out a silent roar.

Chu Sheng frowned; this zombie was so weak.

"Junior brother, use the ink line net!" Partridge Whistle said quickly.

The old foreigner immediately took out a roll of silk thread soaked in ink from his backpack.

They each took one end and quickly separated in the tomb chamber.

Chu Sheng took the opportunity to observe the short knife in the green-eyed zombie's chest.

The hilt of the knife is engraved with intricate runes, and although it is heavily corroded, it is still clear that it is a Taoist talisman for suppressing corpses.

"The knife was inserted later," Chu Sheng suddenly said.

"Someone deliberately used this green-eyed zombie to guard the treasure."

Partridge Whistle was taken aback, then realized: "The Nine Chrysanthemums faction?"

"Very likely." Chu Sheng nodded. "They seem to want to use this ancient corpse to refine it as a last line of defense."

The green-eyed zombie had now fully stood up. It stepped out of the coffin, its movements stiff but not slow.

With each step, the ground trembled slightly.

"Trap it first!" Partridge Whistle shouted.

He and the old foreigner pulled the ink line at the same time, and the silk threads intertwined in the air to form a large net, which shrouded the green-eyed zombie.

The moment the ink line touched the green-eyed zombie's body, it exploded into a series of sparks.

The green-eyed zombie let out a painful roar, and black smoke billowed from its body.

But it was incredibly strong; with a sudden tug of its arms, it stretched the ink line taut.

"I can't hold on any longer!" The old foreigner's face turned pale.

Upon seeing this, Chu Sheng rushed forward without hesitation; this green-eyed zombie was clearly not what he expected.

Like that zombie general, it's uncontrolled and as weak as a chicken.

Most importantly, he didn't make a fuss or prove his abilities.

He'll be too embarrassed to share the money later!

"What are you doing?!" Partridge Whistle exclaimed.

Chu Sheng did not answer, but took out the True Corpse Talisman and chanted the Corpse Suppression Incantation:

"Heaven is round and earth is square, laws and decrees are in nine chapters; great loss and small loss, the moon and the sun."

"I take five steps, and the corpses and evil spirits lie dormant, fleeing to distant lands."

"I obey the command of the Supreme Lord Laozi, may it be done immediately."

"Certainly!"

The runes on the talisman paper lit up instantly!

The green-eyed zombie immediately closed its eyes and remained motionless, as if it had fallen asleep.