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

After seeing off Meng Tian, ​​who wished he could exchange all his possessions for mecha, the night at Xianyang Palace had become as deep as an impenetrable pool of ink.

The alchemy room in the side hall was still brightly lit.

Su Ming didn't rest. At this moment, he was wearing a pair of goggles he had gotten from somewhere, and he was shaking a beaker in his hand. Inside the beaker, a dark red liquid was bubbling and emitting a dizzying sweet and fishy smell.

"Although the T-virus is powerful, its biggest problem is that it can easily cause brainstem loss in the host, turning them into a simple-minded person who can only say 'abba aba'."

As Su Ming recorded the data, he muttered to himself, "To preserve the ability to cast spells, we need to add a 'mental energy stabilizer' to the virus. But the raw materials for this stuff... are hard to come by."

He sighed, casually tossed a dried placenta into the mortar, and pounded it into powder.

Just then, a gentle breeze unexpectedly blew open the half-closed window.

The breeze was light and gentle, even carrying a faint fragrance of orchids, which seemed out of place in the alchemy room filled with the smell of sulfur and blood.

Su Ming paused slightly as he pounded the medicine.

He looked down and saw a pale purple petal, seemingly drifting from nowhere, gently landing in the reagent he had just prepared.

"Sizzle—"

The moment the petals touched the liquid, they produced a crisp sound like metal corroding. The originally dark red liquid instantly boiled and then turned into a pool of lifeless black water.

"Holy crap! My 'Brain Gold No. 1'!"

Su Ming cried out in distress, abruptly looking up at the window, "Who's so inconsiderate as to litter? Don't they know what aseptic techniques in a laboratory mean?"

No one answered him.

His answer was a flurry of purple leaves falling from the sky.

Countless crystal-clear green leaves suddenly appeared out of thin air in the previously empty hall. These leaves were not physical objects, but were formed from pure true energy, with edges as sharp as knives. They spun rapidly in the air, emitting a chilling cutting sound.

The ultimate technique of the Yin-Yang School—the Flowing Ten Thousand Leaves!

"Whoosh whoosh-"

The next second, countless flying leaves rained down like a storm of pear blossoms, blocking all of Su Ming's escape routes. The sharp killing intent instantly shattered the surrounding bottles and jars.

"Are you serious?"

Su Ming's pupils contracted, but instead of panicking and running away, he stood still, a mocking smile curving his lips.

"System, get to work! Someone's trying to take my life for free!"

[Beep! High-energy true qi attack detected. Passive defense mechanism activated.]

[Corpse Qi Shield, activate!]

"boom!"

A dense, dark green aura of death erupted from Su Ming's body in an instant. This aura was cold and domineering, carrying a deathly will that seemed to come from the deepest hell, forming a circular, semi-transparent protective shield around him.

Those flying leaves, powerful enough to cut through gold and jade, struck the corpse energy shield as if they had vanished into thin air.

The hissing sound of corrosion was incessant. The purple leaves, which were originally full of spiritual energy, withered and turned black instantly after being tainted by the corpse energy, and finally turned into wisps of green smoke and dissipated into the air.

"this one?"

Through the shield, Su Ming raised his middle finger at the shadows on the roof beam. "All this fancy stuff, are you here to kill or perform magic tricks? Can't you come up with something more down-to-earth?"

The person in the shadows seemed to be enraged.

A flash of purple light appeared, and a graceful figure slid down from the beam like a ghost.

She didn't speak, but simply formed a hand seal, instantly thickening the surrounding air. The scattered withered leaves condensed again, transforming into a long purple whip that whistled through the air, aiming straight for Su Ming's throat.

This strike was as fast as lightning and extremely ruthless.

"If you refuse a toast, you'll have to drink a penalty cup."

Su Ming shook his head, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes. Although he was a weakling in combat, he was a "scientist" with a system. To fight him in his laboratory was like lighting a light in the toilet—asking for death.

"Activate the trap formation!"

Su Ming stomped his toe hard on a blue brick on the ground.

"Snap!"

Suddenly, the walls around the main hall cracked open, and dozens of dark nozzles shot out.

Before the purple figure could react, countless large nets woven from a special material, mixed with suffocating white smoke, sprayed out in an overwhelming manner!

The smoke wasn't poisonous; it was a "powerful anesthetic corpse gas" specially made by Su Ming. Even an elephant would fall asleep for three days and three nights after taking a single breath.

"Well……"

A very faint groan came from mid-air.

Although the purple figure moved extremely fast, trying to change direction and dodge in mid-air, it was ultimately a step too slow in the face of this impenetrable "net of heaven and earth".

A large, oily net (made of strong silkworm silk soaked in corpse oil) precisely covered her.

Immediately afterwards, the anesthetic smoke engulfed her.

"Bang."

The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground rang out.

Everything returned to calm, leaving only the figure struggling slightly within the large net.

Su Ming waved his hand, dispelling the surrounding smoke, and slowly walked over.

"Tsk tsk, not bad skills, too bad for your brain."

Su Ming squatted down and looked at this "uninvited guest" with great interest.

The person in the net wore an elaborate and gorgeous purple dress, and her face was covered by a thin veil. Although her appearance could not be seen, her eyes alone were enough to make one's heart flutter.

Those were incredibly beautiful eyes, the pale purple pupils seemingly possessing some kind of mysterious magic. But at this moment, those eyes were filled with shock, resentment, and a hint of... faint shame and indignation.

Because Su Ming's net, soaked in corpse oil, was not only extremely sticky but also highly elastic. At this moment, it was tightly wrapped around her body, outlining her exquisite figure perfectly, and even somewhat... unsuitable for children.

"People from the Yin-Yang School?"

Su Ming reached out and grabbed a corner of the veil, then yanked it off sharply.

"hiss--"

The veil slipped off, revealing a stunningly beautiful and aloof face.

Her skin was as white as jade, and her features were so exquisite that they seemed to be the most perfect masterpiece under the painter's brush. Especially her long purple hair, which was scattered on the black floor tiles, gave her an eerie and mysterious beauty.

Shao Siming!

The name instantly popped into Su Ming's mind. One of the five elders of the Yin-Yang School, in charge of the Wood element, a legendary goddess of death who was taciturn and could kill without a trace.

If it were an ordinary man, upon seeing such a stunning beauty come to his door late at night (even though she was arrested), he would probably be tempted and even think about how to cherish her.

But who is Su Ming?

His mind is now filled with "physical ascension" and "corpse technology".

In his eyes, this wasn't a beautiful woman at all; she was clearly a walking, high-level experimental subject! And a rare elite monster with innate magical attributes at that!

"marvelous……"

Su Ming's breathing suddenly became rapid, and two green lights burst forth from his eyes, making Shao Siming on the ground feel a chill run down her spine.

That look... wasn't lustful, but a kind of fanaticism that wanted to dissect her and study her.

"The Yin-Yang School's practices emphasize the circulation of the Five Elements and the use of Qi to control things."

As Su Ming muttered to himself, he pulled out a pair of rubber gloves from somewhere and skillfully put them on. "If we could analyze the flow of true energy within her body, and combine that with the enhancement from the T-virus, wouldn't it be possible to create a 'magic-based zombie'?"

"If we could mass-produce 'magical zombies,' why would we need archers? We could just have everyone cast fireballs!"

Thinking of this, Su Ming's hands trembled with excitement.

Although Shao Siming was paralyzed and unable to move, she was still relatively conscious. She watched as this man not only didn't kill her, but instead put on gloves with a strange smile, and even pinched her arm as if he were selecting pork. An unprecedented chill ran from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head.

What...is this person trying to do?

The next second, her pupils dilated sharply.

Su Ming pulled a metal syringe, about the thickness of a finger and gleaming with a cold light, from his sleeve, gently pushed the piston, and squeezed out a few drops of clear liquid.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

With that creepy old man's smile that seemed to be trying to lure a little girl, Su Ming approached step by step. "Just a tiny bit of blood, really just a tiny bit. I mainly want to see if the blood of you Yin Yang Clan members is also purple?"

"In addition, I need to test your bone density and meridian resilience. It might hurt a little, so please bear with it."

As Su Ming spoke, he roughly grabbed Shao Siming's arm, which was as white and tender as lotus root, and aimed the needle tip at the blue vein.

"Perfect timing, I was just missing some reference data on magic-based zombies, and you've delivered it right to my doorstep."

"Thank you, nature, for your bounty!"