The night had already deepened, and the jumble of graves sank into an abyss of darkness as the wind started to chill.
Shadowy figures appeared, standing hazy in the deep night mist. Two people, one fat and one thin, stepped amongst the graves, their movements echoing from afar.
Treading through knee-deep weeds, the rotund man who held a flashlight up bellowed: "Fan Da-jun is truly a bothersome fellow. Once given a little respect, he immediately considers himself someone important!"
"Why must he insist that I be the one to dig up the cop and throw him into the river? Can't anyone else do this?"
The thin, blonde man named Chen Er-gou "shushed" him and hurriedly covered his mouth. Suddenly, his foot sank into a pile of soft grass.
Startled, Chen Er-gou tried to compose himself: "Fatman, keep your voice down. This is a dangerous business."
The fat man huffed out a breath laden with the smell of alcohol: "Dog, look at your cowardly behavior!"
The area was deserted and quiet as the two men finally found their way to a locust tree stake hidden beneath loose soil.
Fatman asked: "Are you sure this is the spot?"
Chen Er-gou, who was visibly shaking, nodded: "It... It was I who saw Big Army bury the guy here." As he spoke, he took out paper money from his bag to burn, and poured out a bottle of liquor over the stake.
Fatman, with a quick movement, snatched Chen’s bottle of liquor: "Leave some for me, we can't let the dead cop have it all! Let's drink first, then work."
Suddenly Chen Er-goub’s eyes fixed on the ground, his voice trembling: "Fatman."
Upon looking down, the fat man saw a red liquid seeping out from beneath the locust tree stake—a familiar, pungent scent of blood filled the air.
Emanating out was blood!
At the same time, under the dim flashlight, the fat man’s flush face suddenly turned pale: "I... I think I just stepped on someone's hand."
Who had ever seen such a bizarre scene? The first reaction of the two was to run, but it was as if their feet had taken root; they were stuck to the spot, unable to move an inch!
The fat man and the thin man felt a chill down their spines, neither having the courage to utter a word.
"Thud!" Suddenly and without any warning, the chubby fat man fell flat beneath the wooden stake. Shortly after, the flashlight went out, and nothing could be seen in the quiet, windless graveyard.
Chen Er Gou mustered his courage and said, "Hey, Fatty, wake up, wake...."
Alas, no one replied. The fat man who was alive and well just moments ago now seemed lifeless.
Chen Er Gou wet himself, feeling dizzy. The small mound in the distance that was invisible in the pitch darkness suddenly lit up with the rising of a blood-red moon! Nearby, a growing stream of blood began to seep from beneath his feet, spreading into the soil, interspersed with nauseating bubbles of blood...
The thin man began to retch.
In the distant clutter of graves, many figures began to emerge, staggering about. Their silhouettes appeared old or young, coming in droves, their numbers growing steadily…
"Don’t, don’t come over. I didn't kill anyone," Chen Er Gou hardly could breathe.
At this moment, if any high-ranking leader from the ranks of Buddhism or Taoism were to see this scene, they would certainly be astonished: the blood-stained scenery, the ghosts bowing in worship — there must be a zombie manifestation!
...
Blood beneath the elm tree's wooden stake disappeared without a trace, even causing the soil to crack.
A hand broke through the ground, followed by another that completely dug through the soil. A young man dressed in a blue T-shirt and ripped jeans clumsily got up from the pit.
Awakening, 'Yellow Hair' Chen Er Gou opened his eyes only to see the young man in front of him and let out a loud "Ah!" before fainting again!
Seeing ghosts in reality really does exist.
The young man's face was ashen, devoid of any vitality. His eyes were vacant as his hand touched the back of his head.
Unseen by anyone, at that moment, a blood-red moon hung in the sky, eerily hovering above the head of the young man, Ji Xiaoliang!
In a daze, Ji Xiaoliang felt as if his head was about to explode. An archaic divine book called "Emperor's Extremity Scripture" was forcibly instilled into his mind. The skin exposed from his T-shirt sprouted white corpse hair, spreading throughout his body until even his hair and beard turned white.
The "Emperor's Extremity Scripture" contained the trigrams of Fuxi, the medicine of Shen Nong, and the martial arts of Xuanyuan from the Three Emperors, representing the Five Thousand Years of Chinese inheritance of trigrams, medicine, and martial arts!
Transformation into a corpse?
After an unknown amount of time, Ji Xiaoliang slowly opened his eyes filled with complex emotions and mumbled, "I can't even die if I want to." Seeing the changes in his body, he died a little inside, then gave a bitter smile. "I'm not afraid to die, so why should I fear living?"
At this moment, Ji Xiaoliang, was no longer a small police officer who graduated from the police academy, he was no longer trying to land even a small position in the police force if he was lucky enough or enter a security company as a guard dog.
Regardless of whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, Ji Xiaoliang had transformed into a zombie, and not just any zombie, but a primary-level zombie known as a "White Corpse" endowed with "Innate Wisdom".
The disorderly grave mound itself had no mountains or forests, it always seemed like a place of dead calm. Yet it was at a depth where the mysteries of the Earth's lungs hide, a thousand years ago, a dragon was trapped therein and necrotized, it was undying after death, and was nurtured by the Earth's spirit, the essence of the sun and moon, causing the grave mound to unexpectedly give birth to a "corpse-raising ground".
This "corpse-raising ground" nurtured zombies with "Innate Wisdom", an opportunity that occurs once in thousands of years. In history, the most famous White Corpse is Laozi of Daoism, who was born with white hair, white beard, and white eyebrows. He could speak and even identified a plum tree as his surname.
...
The east began to turn as white as a fish's belly.
Underneath the locust tree stump, the two people's faces were green with fear. The fat one had been scared to death, while the thin one was still breathing.
Ji Xiaoliang kicked the thin, blond man, "Hey, wake up!"
Chen Er Gou jolted awake, upon seeing the white-furred Ji Xiaoliang, he fell to his knees: "Zombie big brother, it wasn't me who hurt you, don't... don't kill me."
Ji Xiaoliang touched the scab on the back of his head. That was from last week, when he accidentally found a human trafficking gang, which the gang boss, Fan Dajun, to make the abducted children beg for more money, gouged out people's eyes. It was this scene that triggered Ji Xiaoliang, an undercover cop, and as a result, Ji Xiaoliang was hit on the head with a hammer by Fan Dajun.
When hit by a hammer, the brief but intense pain that seeps into the bone marrow. Ji Xiaoliang is triggered: “Fan Dajun! I'm going to kill you!"
The only good part is, he has been reborn and his mind is filled with the heritage of the ancient three emperors: Fuxi, Shennong, and Xuanyuan.
The game has just begun, Ji Xiaoliang's voice coldly sounded: "Take me to Fan Dajun, I want him dead.”
Huangmao skinny boy had seen with his own eyes how the young cop was hammered to death by Boss Fan, and his brain was all over the floor. But at this moment, where does he look like he has been injured?
Is he still a human?
Yellow-haired punk Chen Er Gou tearfully said, "How would a foot soldier like me know? Boss Fan has a habit of moving after staying somewhere for a few days.
"Especially this time after killing a cop, no one knows his whereabouts."
Ji Xiaoliang gave an evil smile, and pointed at the fat man on the ground, "He was killed by me because he would not cooperate."
Chen Er Gou wailed, crying out fully: "Big Brother, Big Brother, I was wrong, I'll take you to Boss Fan!"
"I... I know, Boss Fan goes to the night club in Xicheng Lane every week to find his mistress!"
This cooperation level, Ji Xiaoliang was very satisfied.
But at this moment, if Ji Xiaoliang goes out with his body full of white corpse hair, he won't be arrested by the police but would be dissected by the relevant department in the lab.
Damn it, it's too damn troublesome!
Fortunately, Ji Xiaoliang recalled in the "Huang Ji Jing" that if a common person touches the corpse hair, he will be poisoned. If you mix musk, menthol and rosin and stick it on the corpse, it can dissolve the corpse hair.
Two hours later, a young man standing in front of a dressing mirror, wearing a denim shirt, with a handsome face. The only imperfection is that the young man’s complexion is too pale.
This young man is Ji Xiaoliang, who has shed his white corpse hair and dyed his white hair black.
