Qin Dynasty: They've all turned into zombies, what's there to fear about a rebellion?

"Stimulate?"

Fu Su suddenly shoved Su Ming away, staggering back several steps as if he had been electrocuted.

He haphazardly wiped the foul-smelling bits of flesh and blood from his face with his sleeve, his chest heaving violently. His eyes, usually full of warmth and kindness, were now bloodshot as he stared intently at Su Ming, as if he were looking at a demon that had crawled out of the abyss.

"You're a madman...you're a complete and utter madman!"

Fusu's voice trembled, a mixture of extreme anger and utter terror. "To mutate living beings into monsters, and then detonate them like worthless weeds—is this the science you speak of? Is this the future you call yours?"

"Su Ming! You are blaspheming life! You are defying the heavens!"

Faced with Fusu's hysteria, Su Ming's wicked smile gradually faded.

He casually grabbed a rag and slowly wiped the remaining green medicine off his fingers, his eyes gradually becoming cold and deep.

"Desecration of life?"

Su Ming scoffed and casually tossed the rag into the waste bin. "Young Master, you've read so many classic texts, spouting platitudes about benevolence and morality, but do you know how many people die on the Qin border every year?"

"When the Xiongnu cavalry swept south, slaughtering cities and plundering territories, where was your justice then?"

"Our soldiers lost limbs on the battlefield, and died in the wounded camp from festering wounds. Where was your compassion then?"

Fusu was stunned. He opened his mouth to refute, but found that his throat felt like it was blocked with cotton.

"Your so-called 'following the will of Heaven' means sending the Qin warriors to their deaths to fill the gaps in the Xiongnu's scimitars?"

Su Ming approached Fu Su step by step, his tone aggressive, "And what I did was give them bodies of steel, let their limbs regenerate, and let them crawl out of piles of corpses and bite their enemies to death, even if they only had one breath left! Young master, tell me, who is truly merciful?"

"This...this is different!"

Fusu gritted his teeth, his face pale, "That's sorcery! It turns people into monsters!"

"Whether it's a monster or not, only the survivors have the right to judge."

Su Ming coldly interrupted him, "Dead people have no right to talk about morality."

After saying that, he stopped looking at Fusu's conflicted and pained face, turned around and walked to the dark corner of the alchemy room, and pulled back a black cloth.

"come over."

Su Ming's voice brooked no argument, "Let me show you what true 'resurrection' really is."

Fusu hesitated for a moment, but ultimately moved forward due to his strong curiosity.

Under the black cloth was an iron cage.

A emaciated little yellow dog was curled up in the cage. Its right hind leg was broken off at the root. Although the wound had scabbed over, it was still a shocking sight. When it saw someone approaching, it instinctively tried to stand up, but it lost its balance and fell down again and again, letting out pitiful whimpers.

"Its name is Wangcai. Yesterday, it stole food from the imperial kitchen and got its leg broken. It was then thrown into the garbage dump."

Su Ming calmly stated his position, but a new syringe appeared in his hand, containing a pale golden liquid—diluted [Bone Regeneration Fluid].

"What are you going to do?" Fusu's heart tightened.

"Watch."

Without wasting words, Su Ming held the puppy down and inserted the needle into the cut of its severed leg.

As the medicine was injected, a strange scene unfolded.

The puppy, which had been trembling, suddenly stopped struggling. The wound on its broken leg began to writhe violently. It wasn't healing; it was growing!

"Crack... hiss..."

Amidst a tooth-grinding sound of bones grinding together, a piece of pale white bone actually managed to emerge from the flesh!

The bone wasn't the shape of an ordinary dog ​​leg; it resembled a finely polished, sharp bone spur, even covered with a faint metallic sheen. Then, dark red muscle fibers rapidly coiled around it, encasing the bone spur like a woven suit of armor.

In the short time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.

A powerful and mechanical "undead bone leg" has taken shape!

"Woof!"

The little yellow dog seemed to feel no pain. It tentatively kicked its new leg and then stood up steadily!

It wagged its tail excitedly, jumping up and down in the cage. Its bony leg clattered against the bottom of the iron cage, making a metallic clanging sound, even more powerful than its original good leg!

Fusu was completely stunned.

His eyes widened as he stared intently at the bone leg that defied the laws of nature; his worldview crumbled into pieces at that moment.

"This...how is this possible?"

Fusu muttered to himself, reaching out to touch it, but then pulling back as if afraid of being burned. "The severed limb... has it really regenerated? But these bones... why are they just white bones?"

"Because this is corpse-path technology."

Su Ming opened the cage, letting the little yellow dog happily run out and rub against his trouser leg. "It's no longer ordinary flesh and blood, but a 'biological weapon' that combines corpse energy and vitality. Although it looks scary, it can run, jump, and even kick an enemy's bones."

"Young master, do you think Wangcai wants to be a crippled dog with a broken leg, or a 'monster' that can run and jump?"

Fusu remained silent.

Looking at the puppy that had been given a new lease on life, at the pure joy in its eyes, the seemingly unbreakable "Confucian defense" in his heart finally cracked open with a huge gap.

The sage said, "Our bodies, hair, and skin are given to us by our parents, and we dare not damage them."

But the sage never said that a broken leg could grow back like this.

If... if the wounded soldiers of the Qin Dynasty could all stand up in this way...

Fusu dared not think any further; the image was too impactful, filling him with both fear and...desire.

"Don't you feel like the books you read before aren't enough?"

Su Ming's voice rang out at just the right moment, like a devil gently persuading someone.

He casually grabbed a lively frog from the water tank next to him, and then picked up a gleaming scalpel, forcibly shoving it into Fusu's still trembling hand.

"Young master, if you want to save people, words and morality alone won't do the trick."

Su Ming pointed to the cutting board, a signature wicked smile spreading across his face:

"You need to understand what life is all about first. Come on, don't tremble, let's start with something simple for the first lesson."

"Cut this frog open, I want you to see with your own eyes how its heart beats."