Whose heretical cultivator relies on a rich woman to attain enlightenment?

In the torrential rain, a pair of powerful, sharp claws pierced deeply into Lu Cheng's chest and abdomen.

Driven by instinct, the zombie wanted to tear open Lu Cheng's belly; it could sense that this man was fresher and more delicious than the women it had tasted before.

After all, dragging a corpse around the streets every day, even if Lu Cheng had strong yang energy, he would inevitably be tainted with some strange things. If it had been a few days ago, this would probably have been enough to kill him on the spot.

but now……

"Wow, he's got some strength."

He gripped the bluish-gray wrist firmly, his face calm.

Originally, his physique and innate talent were top-notch, but his spiritual root was really unbearable. He was a student with serious imbalances in his studies. Moreover, before coming here, he had already put a Qi-inducing pill into his mouth.

"It's a bit salty and dry; they didn't put enough sugar in it during the refining process... Wait, I was in a fight."

boom!

He kicked him away.

His expression wasn't too tense; instead, many unfamiliar memories and various spells surfaced in his mind. The two corpses whose spiritual roots he had absorbed were respectively at the second and third realms in life.

One spoiled brat's mind is full of lewd nonsense and various sexual positions, while the other is a talented young man with considerable strength who works hard and has a wealth of experience in fighting others.

He shook his head, now gradually getting used to the process of unfamiliar memories entering his mind, the feeling was a bit like... inserting a USB drive into a computer.

Originally, I only had the system and no other functions installed. But when I encountered a problem, I could immediately plug in a USB drive to add that function. I could constantly review my memory based on the scenarios I needed to use, which was like frantically patching myself after plugging in a USB drive.

I copy everything that's useful, then throw it in the toilet. I won't look for it unless I need it.

This strange feeling gave Lu Cheng the illusion that a respectable young man had been forced into prostitution, and that anyone could enter his body.

Anyone can come and poop a big one.

"Still dare to act recklessly?"

The zombie still wouldn't give up; Lu Cheng's kick only made it spin a few times in the air before it crashed to the ground.

Suddenly looking up, a pair of eyes with only the whites of the eyes were wide open, fingernails were two inches long and curved like hooks, and there were traces of stitches on the arms and head.

Although the zombie looked grotesque, it appeared quite young. Its entire head was bald, clearly shaved off to facilitate stitching, but two strands of hair hung down from its temples.

It is grayish-white.

"That beast is alive?"

I was deeply shocked. The shock of seeing it with my own eyes was far greater than that of reading other people's memories. What is the principle behind the dead growing hair and nails?

The zombie, with bits of flesh still in its mouth, roared and then sped forward, its toes barely touching the ground. Lu Cheng quickly retreated, his mind racing as he tried to recall how to defeat it. He then swiftly bit his fingertip.

"town!"

The movements were skillful; I must say, other people's USB drives are indeed very useful.

Blood from his fingertips rapidly drew a talisman on his palm. Before he could finish, the attack came head-on. He crouched down to use the momentum, causing the boy's body to slide across the ground, leaving a noticeable mark.

This scene not only stopped Ruyu, who had just arrived, but even the churning thunderclouds in the sky paused for a moment, as if a pair of eyes were staring at him.

Neither side would give in.

The blood in his palm made intimate contact with the zombie's arm, producing a piercing sizzle like meat being fried. With a powerful kick to his knee, he caused the zombie to lose its balance, and just like that, he flipped the zombie over and slammed it to the ground!

bang——

I wasn't scared at all.

Even if a zombie is created through secret methods, no matter how much it's touted, it's still a quick-made product. A proper zombie needs to absorb the essence of the sun and moon, and even at the very least, it takes a hundred years to become a flying zombie.

If given another half month, Lu Cheng might not be able to deal with the zombie. The zombie was still scratching and clawing. After being repeatedly nourished with corpse oil and various kinds of essence blood, although the zombie was not invulnerable, its flesh and skin were comparable to that of a bull.

His joints creaked, and he let out a hysterical roar, looking like he was in pain. His movements were frantic and extremely powerful, and for a moment even Lu Cheng couldn't control him.

"What's wrong with this grandson?"

The doubts in his mind immediately disappeared, because he discovered that his acupoints were like tiny electric motors rapidly inhaling large amounts of black energy!

This energy was even greater than the previous demonic energy. The gray chalk not only took on a bewitching deep purple hue, but the tip of its spiritual root was also extending, sprouting several tiny whiskers.

The demonic energy violently entered his body, running rampant through his meridians. His body felt a slight stinging pain, but it was still bearable. He now finally understood why the zombie looked like it had seen a ghost when it was held in his hands.

"Am I almost done sucking it dry?"

For a moment, Lu Cheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The zombie's struggles became weaker and weaker in Lu Cheng's hands. Whether it turned over or tried to bite him, Lu Cheng could hold it off with his joints and deal with it perfectly.

blah-

The force was too strong, causing the stitched wound to burst open. The flesh was bluish-gray, like cured meat that had been pickled for many years and gone bad. But it was this sudden force that tore off its arm!

The broken, sharp bone was used to forcefully stab it!

"Shattering Palm!"

The pitch-black burial shroud was shattered on the spot.

Not only did the burial shroud explode, but also Cuiying's body, which she had painstakingly mended.

Fresh internal organs were spilling everywhere, a stark contrast to the decay of the zombies. These were organs that had been stitched in later. A large pile of rotten flesh covered the ground, and the heavy rain immediately turned the entire alleyway into a bloody mess.

In the pouring rain, Lu Cheng remained motionless, the power of that palm strike still unbelievable to him, yet he cursed it out the next second.

"Damn spendthrift son!"

He wanted to jump up and slap himself twice. He had subconsciously used all his strength in that palm strike, but he didn't expect that the demonic energy he had painstakingly collected in his spiritual root would be consumed by half of it!

"You, you..."

Although he unlocked other features of the cheating app, he immediately changed his tune.

Seeing the zombie still thrashing about on the ground with a huge hole in its chest, Lu Cheng angrily walked over and kicked it!

In that instant, the zombie's grayish-white pupils suddenly returned to a deep black, appearing clear yet revealing a sense of bewilderment.

"Go to hell and try to scare me! I've seen all kinds of corpses."

"Pick up the corpse-suppressing talisman! I'm telling you, pick up the corpse-suppressing talisman!"

"Shattering Palm!"

The body was thrown five or six meters.

He rolled on the ground a few times in a sorry state and was no longer very active. He had just used a secret technique to strike head-on. If the zombie's throat hadn't been cut, he probably would have screamed in agony on the spot.

Anxious and corrupt.

Compared to the Demon-Slaying Palm that was empowered by demonic energy just now, its power was weakened by at least 70%, but Lu Cheng clearly had no intention of letting it go, and actually picked up a piece of firewood as thick as a thigh from the roadside.

"You brat, how dare you..."

puff!

The watermelon burst open with a sound.

Lu Cheng looked at the stick in his hand with a puzzled expression.

"Did that third-rate zombie just speak?"